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This is a serial story that I wrote over a period of several months A Little Wager By Morpheus Part 1 In a room that was not a room, in a place that was not a place, something other than the known laws of physics held sway. The dimensions of the room were in constant flux as it seemed to grow and shrink from moment to moment while gravity itself seemed to be merely optional. A blue monkey sat on what some might call the ceiling, casually playing a game of jacks while a feathered pink snake slithered in the air around him. In the middle of the room, globs of glowing liquid light bubbled and moved through the air, as though the room itself were a giant lava lamp. The only thing in the room that seemed remotely normal was the card table that was placed in the center of the 'floor'. An old man wearing a bathrobe shuffled a deck of cards while the other three players watched him carefully, sure to catch any signs of cheating. Since he was a wizard well known for his trickery, none of them wanted to give him an opening to exploit. Once he finished shuffling and dealt the cards without doing anything suspicious, they each relaxed but felt a slight disappointment. To one side of the old wizard was a sexy blonde woman wearing a gray pinstripe suit and fedora. Molly the Fairy Godmother took a drag on her cigar as she studied the cards in her hand, then she blew out a stream of thick pink smoke that smelled like perfuse. She looked around the table with an almost predatory grin. Sitting across from Molly and on the other side of the wizard was a middle-aged woman with a broach that looked like a blue butterfly. She scowled as the others, looking very much the cross prude she currently was. However, the goddess of transformation changed her appearance and personality as often as most people changed clothing so could not be counted on to maintain this attitude. The final member of the group sat directly across from the wizard, looking like a sexy 14 year old girl with blonde hair and pointed ears. However, Miss Chiff was anything but innocent and childish. In fact, she carefully studied her fellow players for signs of weakness she could exploit during the next hand of their game. "You know," Miss Chiff exclaimed, looking at the goddess of transformation, "you're my favorite cousin but you're really pissing me off today. Why did you have to come here as a prude? I mean, you where a hell of a lot more fun the last time..." "Very well," the goddess of transformation said with a cross scowl. A moment later, her entire body began to shimmer and change until she looked absolutely nothing like the middle-aged woman she had been. Instead, she was now a teenage girl with short purple hair, as well as a number of piercings and tattoos. Even her clothes had changed to tattered black clothes more appropriate to the goth girl she had become. "Is this more interesting you fuckin cunt?" "Definitely," Chiff laughed with delight, knowing that this latest incarnation of her cousin would be so much easier to read. "Good," Molly nodded, "I'm gettin tired of waitin here if you know what I mean. I wanna take yer money so's I can go and get back to work. I've got a kid I'm watchin whose ripe for a wish... I got a feelin he's gonna be makin one tonight to get into a big party..." Then she pulled out her pager and glanced at it before turning her attention back to her cards. "That's the problem with your job," Chiff shook her head, "you're always on call. I much prefer being able to make my own hours." "Who the fuck cares?" the goddess of transformation snorted, "Are we playing here or what?" The wizard just chuckled, "I think we all have hours we prefer to work. I myself like to close my shop and relax in the evening." The goddess of transformation shrugged, "I'm like Chiff. I make my own hours, depending on my current personality." "I know," Chiff laughed, "I remember when you turned into a workaholic and messed with people nonstop for a full week. It's just too bad you were such a tight-assed number cruncher the whole time." "Well I believe I'll sweeten the pot," the wizard commented as he dropped some coins into the middle of the table. "I think you're just trying to buy this hand," Chiff grinned at him after both Molly and her cousin dropped out, "I'm not gotta bite. I'm in." The old wizard stared at her for a minute, then let out a sigh, "I fear you've got me." He set his cards on the table, revealing that he had a horrible hand. Both Molly and the goddess of transformation cursed at having been bluffed while Chiff just smirked. "Sorry old timer," Chiff snickered, "it'll take more than you've got to beat me." "You'd be surprised what I've got," the old wizard told her, "don't underestimate me." "You want to put your money where your mouth is?" Chiff asked with a grin, suddenly having a great idea. "How about we have our own little wager...?" "You want a side bet on the next hand?" he asked her carefully, making sure to pay close attention to how she worded things. He knew Miss Chiff and she could be just as tricky with loopholes and technicalities as any lawyer when she wanted. Chiff shook her head. "No, I was thinking a different game. Maybe something in the line of a McGuffin..." "You want something from me," he mused, his eyes narrowing. "What is it you're after?" "I was thinking you could wager Loki's ring," Chiff grinned. "I heard you stumbled across it last week and I'd kind of like to have it." The wizard stared at her for a moment. "Of course you'd want it. The only way I would wager that is..." He thought about it for a minute, then announced his terms. "You're kidding," Chiff gasped, "you've got to be kidding..." When she saw that he was serious, she sighed, "All right. I'll agree to those stakes if we can settle on a game..." "Shit," the goddess of transformation snickered, "you must want that ring pretty badly." "How about wishes?" Molly asked with a look of amusement. "You could compete over grantin wishes for some mark." "Whoever grants the trickiest wish wins," the goddess of transformation suggested. Chiff shook her head, then grinned. "How about we each get a proxy and have them go against each other." "We each assist our own representative but can't touch the other's," the old man continued. "No reality alterations or identity death," Chiff added with a growing grin. "You should limit how much you interfere with your proxies," the goddess of transformation suggested, "I mean, you can't give them advice or tell them what to do." "That should make it more interestin," Molly chuckled as she took a drag from her cigar. At this point, Chiff and the old man grinned at each other, the poker game nearly forgotten as they discussed the details of the new game they were going to begin. They spent hours going over the details until everything was decided. Finally, they settled the wager with a handshake. "Then it's agreed," Molly said, blowing out a stream of pink cigar smoke, "since I'm impartial, I'll be actin as ref for this here match. I'll choose an area and you guys each choose yer proxy inside it. Ya can't tell em what's goin on or what ta do. No hittin blow the belt and all that jazz.... Now go out and have a good fight." The old wizard and Miss Chiff stared at each other for a moment before she grinned, "This is gonna be fun." And with that, they each went their separate directions to make their plans. Part 2 Clay pulled his coat tightly against himself to create a stronger barrier against the cold and wetness of the weather. It wasn't exactly raining, but there was a faint mist in the air and a strong enough chill that he could feel it slowly sinking through his skin. Unfortunately, he was only halfway home from school and the sky looked as though it would break open and start pouring at any moment. His coat wouldn't do him much good once that happened so he quickened his step. "Stupid test," he grumbled, cursing the fact that he'd been sick and had missed several days of school last week. Because of that, he'd missed an important history test and had to stay late to make it up. Unfortunately, that meant he missed the school bus and had to walk home instead. "Stupid rain." Just then, Clay noticed a little girl standing a short distance ahead of him, watching him with a strange expression of amusement. She had blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes that seemed to be locked right on him. She didn't even seem bothered in the least by the wet air or cold, in spite of the fact that she wasn't even wearing a coat or long sleeves. "Hello mister," she greeted him, which earned her a faint nod as Clay went past. Just as he had stepped past her, he heard her call from behind him, "Hello Clay." "What the...?" Clay blinked, suddenly stopping and turning around, wondering how this little girl could know his name. But when Clay looked at the girl again, he gasped in shock. Instead of a little girl, she was now a teenager about the same age as him. She looked to be about sixteen, with long blonde hair and a very shapely body. She smiled and ran a hand through her hair, revealing that her ears were pointed like an elf. "You and I need to talk Clay," the teenage girl told him with a gleam of amusement in her eyes. Clay blinked and shook his head, sure that he was imagining things. But when he looked at her again, he was even more shocked to see that she had somehow changed again. Instead of a teenage girl, she had become a grown woman in her twenties. She was even sexier now and looked quite amused. "What?" Clay blinked in confusion. "Who are you?" The girl...woman didn't answer the question. Instead, she asked, "Have you ever felt as though you were meant for something special? That you had a different fate than everyone else?" Clay didn't answer the questions and only stared at her, feeling nervous and curious at the same time. Who was this mysterious person and how did she change ages like that? How did she know his name? A part of him screamed that this was weird and that he should get away as fast as he could, but he was far too curious for that, especially with the way she was talking to him. "You might say it's your lucky day," the woman smiled. "You are the chosen one." "The chosen one?" he blinked skeptically. She nodded. "Yes. I am not allowed to tell you more since that could change the course of your destiny, but you are indeed the chosen one." "Chosen for what?" Clay demanded suspiciously. He normally would have just brushed her off as a crazy, but he had no doubt that this was something unusual. And though he didn't want to admit it, the talk about him being the chosen one had caught his interest. "I can't tell you just yet," the woman shrugged, "but I can tell you that being the chosen one means you will have obstacles to overcome and challenges to meet. There is even another who will intentionally try to harm you, though they can't harm you directly. This person is close so you will have to be prepared to defend yourself and stop them if need be." Her expression was serious as she stared at him. Clay gulped, not sure that he liked this talk of him being the chosen one anymore. "Defend myself how? Do I get a magic sword or something?" "Or something," she nodded, smiling again. She reached behind her back and pulled out a strangely shaped rock which looked as though it could have been a piece of clay sculpted by a child. It sparkled with small chips of gemstones that were embedded within it, though the light that sparkled seemed to come from within the chips rather than being reflected from an outside source. "This is an item of great magic," the woman explained, her voice serious again. She ran her hand over the stone and explained, "It was created by a goddess and contains a portion of her power. It can grant wishes...within limitations." "Wishes?" Clay gasped, his eyes being drawn to the strange looking rock. Then he blinked and stared at the woman suspiciously, "What kind of limitations?" "You can't summon things but you can change them," she explained. "You can't change reality and there are a few smaller things." "What other things?" Clay asked. The blond gave him a faint look of annoyance and snapped, "Do I look like a lawyer?" Then she quickly smiled, "I've never used it myself since it was meant for the chosen one. I'm afraid you will have to discover any other rules and limitations for yourself." Clay frowned, "Oh...," staring at the strange rock. The woman handed him the rock and he felt a faint tingle along his skin the moment he touched it. He gasped in surprise which only seemed to amuse the blonde. "Use it carefully," she told him, "and remember, you will have an enemy to face and overcome before you can claim your destiny." Clay nodded and just stared down at the rock in his hands, thinking that he could almost feel the very stone slowly moving and reshaping itself in his hands, though he didn't see anything unusual. He shook his head, sure that he was imagining things. But when he looked up at the woman to ask her about it, she was gone. There was no sign of her anywhere nearby. "Weird," Clay whispered, knowing that he would have thought this whole thing was a strange dream if he didn't still hold the rock in his hand. He stared at again. "So I'm the chosen one and you're a magic wishing rock." He frowned. "I wonder what I'm chosen for..." Then he grinned. "And I wonder what I'm going to wish for first." Part 3 Garett stepped inside the mall then shook the moisture from his umbrella before folding it up again. He hadn't truly needed the umbrella since it had been a relatively short distance across the parking lot between his car and the door, and the weather was merely drizzling rather than raining, but he had thought it was better to be safe than sorry. After all, how was he to know that it wouldn't be pouring when he left. Garett was a tall and thin boy of seventeen, wearing a pair of thick glasses that were anything but fashionable. He had tried replacing them with contacts on several occasions but they had been far too uncomfortable and irritating to be useful so he was stuck with the glasses that had earned him some mocking in school. After a moment, Garett pulled a small notepad from his pocket and looked over the list of items he needed to buy from the mall. It was a small list and he could easily have remembered everything on it though he found it much more organized to have them written down. He quickly considered which of the items would be closest to him and started in that direction. Soon, Garett was walking out of a shop with a bag containing a new notebook and several pens, then he started for his second destination, the computer shop. He needed to pick up a new printer cartridge and had a coupon for twenty percent off. But when he reached the spot, he paused and stared at the shop front in surprise. "Where is it?" Garett gasped. The computer shop was normally located right in front of him, but it was gone now. There weren't any signs or indications that the store had been closed. Instead, there was a completely different shop in it's place. Instead of the glass windows full of the latest computer accessories, there were brick walls. Instead of the wide opening, there was an actual wooden door that looked so old as to be an antique. A sign above the doorway proclaimed the new shop to be called Spells R Us. "Impossible," Garett blurted out. Garett stared at the store front for a moment, knowing that there was no way it should be here. The computer store had been there just three days ago, and even if it had closed right afterwards, there was still no way this new shop should exist. After all, new stores didn't just open up, they took weeks to remodel and stock up. This Spells R Us shop should not be there, of that he was certain. "Yet it is here," Garett pointed out, deciding to check it out and perhaps ask what had happened to the computer shop. He certainly didn't think that one as busy as that would close so suddenly and without notice. When Garett opened the door, a small old fashioned bell rang from above him and announced his presence. He looked around, feeling even more startled by the inside of the store. There were lots of shelves and racks, all full of items which seemed to have little relation to each other. Garett could see clothes, video games, antique lamps and things which were completely unrecognizable. As far as Garett could tell, the store looked more like a cross between an antiques shop and a garage sale than anything else. And strangely enough, there seemed to be a layer of dust over some of the items, as though they'd been there for a long time. Then Garett noticed something else which actually shocked him. He'd been inside the computer shop on countless occasions, but this new shop was at least three times as large. There was much more floor space, which Garett knew to be impossible. The two stories on either side would prevent this new shop from expanding, yet somehow it was larger, though there had been absolutely no sign of this from the outside. Before Garett could make sense of how this store that occupied the same space as the computer shop could be several times larger, a voice called his name. He turned and gasped to see an old man standing behind the counter. He hadn't even noticed anyone there a moment earlier. Only then did he realize that the old man behind the counter was wearing a bathrobe. He was obviously....eccentric. "Did you call my name?" Garett cautiously asked the man, wondering how the man could possibly know his name. "Indeed I did," the old man answered with a faint smile. "Come closer Garett. We have important business to discuss and little time." Garett hesitated, feeling extremely nervous about the situation. After a moment, he took a deep breath and stepped toward the old man, refusing to act like some sort of coward and run away from a simple conversation. "How do you know who I am?" he asked suspiciously. The old man simply responded, "Because I am a wizard." "There's no such thing," Garett responded matter-of-factly. The old man sighed, looking a little impatient. "I do get tired of having to do this every time, but I don't have time for it right now." Suddenly, the old man's eyes began to glow and he held up his hands. Lightning shot out of his palms and hit Garett, sending tingles around his body but not really hurting. An instant later, everything in the shop suddenly seemed larger...seemed HUGE. It took Garett a moment to realize that it was he who had shrunk. In fact, his size was the least of the changes. His whole body felt different. Garett tried to yell at the old man and demand an explanation but all that came from his mouth were barks and growls. He tried again but the old man merely watched him for a moment. As hard as it was for Garett to believe, he had somehow been turned into a dog. Then the old man came over and snapped, "Enough of that." The old man bent over and picked Garett up, his eyes narrowing, "You are a firm believer in things that you see with your own eyes, so see this and believe." He held Garett up in front of a mirror so he could see a small dog being reflected back. A moment later, the old man set Garett back on the floor and muttered a strange sounding word. An instant later, Garett had returned to his normal self. He gasped in relief but quickly ran his hands over himself to verify that he was indeed back to normal. "Now that we've established the truth of my statement," the old man said, going back behind the counter and giving Garett a pleasant smile, "I think we can get down to business..." "How...?" Garett stammered, "Why...?" The old man raised an eyebrow and he quickly gulped, "What kind of business...?" "An excellent question," the old man responded with an approving nod. "I am here at the behest of a benefactor who wishes to remain anonymous. You, my dear boy, are in serious trouble." "I am?" Garett gulped, taking a nervous step backwards, afraid that the old man would change him again. "Yes," the old man told him with a serious expression. "Through no fault of your own, you have gained an enemy with great power. This enemy will attempt to cause you great harm for a reason I can not explain. Fortunately, your anonymous benefactor has taken pity on your situation and asked me to give you this." With that, the old man put a hand on a wooden box on the counter. It was the size of a shoe box and made with several different types of wood that were seamlessly merged and intricately carved. It had to be one of the most fantastic pieces of carving that Garett had ever seen, and though he didn't know anything about woodcarving he could immediately recognize skilled work. Only after Garett had an opportunity to examine it did the old man finally open the box. "This is an item of great power," the old man said, slowly pulling a bronze medallion from the box and holding it up for Garett to get a good look. It was a bronze disk about the size of a silver dollar, with strange symbols etched into the surface. The old man turned it around so Garett could see the other side...and the red stone embedded in the center. "This medallion has the power to grant the wishes for whomever wears it." "Wishes?" Garett asked suspiciously, gulping when the old man gave him a raised eyebrow. "Yes," the old man snapped impatiently, "it grants wishes. Your benefactor wishes you to have this as it can save you from your enemy." He held it out and offered it to Garett, who accepted it cautiously. "Who is this enemy?" Garett asked. "Why are they after me? Who is this benefactor you keep mentioning...?" "I called your benefactor anonymous for a reason," the old man responded. "As for your enemy, I am not certain as to their identity as of yet but I'm sure whomever it is will make themselves known to you before long." "And this grants wishes," Garett whispered, staring at the necklace in suspicion and amazement. "You can use it to protect yourself from your enemy," the old man stated. "You can attack them or just use it to make your own life easier. However, you should be warned that you can not directly effect your enemy with these wishes, but likewise, your enemy will not be able to target you directly. You must be careful and cunning to deal with whomever it is." Garett stared at the old man for a moment, "Um...thank you." The old man just snorted impatient, "I fear that I can't help you on your own so you will be on your own. I wish you luck. Now I'm expecting a real customer any moment so be on your way." Garett wanted to ask the old man some more questions but he had the feeling it wouldn't be a good idea, especially when the old man scowled at him. After a moment, he just clutched the medallion tightly in his hand and rushed out of the store, feeling a sense of relief once he had left. Then he turned around to take a look back but was stunned to see the computer store back where it should have been. There was no sign of the Spells R Us store that had been there a moment before. "Magic," Garett whispered in awe. He looked down at the medallion in his hand and gulped, feeling both nervous and excited at the same time. "Real magic..." Magic went against everything Garett believed in, but he couldn't deny his own senses. If the choices were between him being wrong about the existence of magic or that he was going insane, he chose to believe in magic. He gulped, clutching it tighter. "So what am I going to wish for first?" Garett quietly asked himself. Then he fumbled for his notepad and pen to make a list of things that occurred to him so he could plan accordingly. Something like this required a lot of consideration before he started making wishes. Part 4 Clay sat in his bedroom, staring at the strangely shaped rock in his hand, his mind filled with whirling thoughts. He could hardly believe that this was really a magic wishing rock like that strange woman had claimed, or that he was the chosen one with a special destiny. He grinned as he thought of it all, still unsure of what to think. "I need to test it," Clay said decisively, then frowned, "but what should I wish for...?" This was the question that had been occupying Clay's mind since that strange woman had given him the rock several hours ago. He had a lot of things that he wanted, but whenever he tried to think about which ones he wanted the most his mind went blank. After all, if he was going to make some wishes, he wanted his first one to be really special. "I wish I had a million bucks," Clay finally said, unable to really think of anything better than money. However, there was no flash of light, no puff of smoke, nor any genie suddenly appearing in front of him to grant his wish. In fact, nothing at all had happened. His wish had been granted about as well as it would have if he'd just grabbed any random rock from his back yard and wished on it. "Come on," Clay snapped in irritation, rubbing the side of the rock next in case he had to treat it like a genie's lamp. However, nothing happened. "Work damn it..." After Clay had tried rubbing the rock, knocking on it and simply commanding it to do what he wanted, he was frustrated enough that he nearly threw it against the wall. Then he paused, suddenly remembering that strange woman's warnings about it having limitations. Could this somehow be one of those limitations? "What did she say about it?" Clay mused, trying hard to remember. She'd said something about it not being able to alter reality, and she'd also said something about summoning... "That's it!" he exclaimed in realization. The woman had told him that he could change things, but he couldn't summon something from nothing, which was exactly what he had been trying to do with his first wish. Clay scowled and stared at the rock again, wondering what other limitations it had. That woman certainly hadn't been very clear about that when she'd given it to him. Then again, she'd told him that he was the chosen one and he knew from all the movies and books that whenever someone was a chosen one, they were required to somehow find the path to destiny on their own for it to mean anything. But at every other chosen one he'd heard about had some sort of guide at least. "Merlin, Obi Wan, Morpheus," he mused to himself, "where the hell is my guide?" Unfortunately, it looked like he would have to make do on his own for now at least. After a minute of frustration, Clay turned his attention back to his wish, or at least to what he wanted to wish for. He thought about it for a few seconds, then went and pulled several one dollar bills from his wallet and set them down in front of him. He felt a little nervous as he clutched the rock and focused on what he wanted. "I wish these were ten dollar bills instead," he stated firmly. Suddenly, the rock felt somewhat warm in Clay's hand. The tiny jewel shards that covered it began to glow with an eerie light that came in a variety of colors, seeming to cover nearly the entire spectrum. Then there was a quick flash of light and the rock went dead again, looking just like it had before. He stared at it in awe, then looked at the money. The dollar bills had both changed into tens like he'd wanted. "YES!" Clay exclaimed in delight, grinning excitedly as he thought about what else he could do with something like this. With a magic rock like this, he could do almost anything he wanted. He could have anything he wanted...or anyone. "Nikki," he whispered with a grin. Nikki Adams was one of if not THE hottest girls in the entire school and Clay had long held a secret crush on her. Of course, he wasn't the only one since half the boys in school had crushes on her, secret or otherwise. And unlike the stereotype about beautiful and popular girls, she was nice to everyone, even those like Clay who weren't in the same social circle. "I could make Nikki fall in love with me," Clay told himself eagerly. Clay licked his lips at the thought of having Nikki as his girlfriend, of kissing her and then some. His heart raced as he realized that it was all within reach, that he could have the girl of his dreams just by saying a few words to the magic rock. However, there was a voice in the back of his head that kept him from doing it just yet. Something was warning him against this. "The limitations," Clay mused to himself, trying to work it out. The mysterious woman who'd given him the rock had warned him about it's limitations, of which he'd already bumped up against one. What if the other limitations were like in that Disney's Aladdin cartoon with Robin Williams. "It probably won't let me bring the dead back to life or make people fall in love..." But as Clay thought about it, he realized that there was another reason he couldn't make that particular wish. As much as he wanted to have Nikki as his girlfriend, it just didn't seem right to make her love him with a wish. It was just...wrong. After all, he wanted her to love him for real, not because he wished it. Then Clay suddenly had another idea. It didn't seem quite right to change Nikki, but why couldn't he change himself? He thought about it for a moment, then grinned as he thought of the perfect way to get Nikki's attention without having to use his magic on her. As soon as Clay had his idea, he impulsively grabbed his magic rock and said, "I wish to physically turn into Nikki Adams' ideal lover." The moment those words left Clay's mouth, the stone became warm in his hand and the small gemstone chips began to glow brightly again. A swirl of rainbow colors flowed around it and then began to flow around him. Clay gasped as a strange warmth flooded through his entire body followed by an intense tingling. "This feels weird," Clay gasped as his body began to change. Clay's body started to grow, making his clothes quickly become too tight so he had to struggle to get out of them. He stared at his changing body in awe and delight, realizing that he was not only getting a little taller but noticeably more muscular as well. When it finally stopped, he stood up to his new height of 6 foot 2 and flexed his muscles. They weren't huge and bulky like a bodybuilders, but they were very noticeable nonetheless. He flexed his muscles feeling more than pleased with the results. Once Clay had taken in his new muscles, he looked between his legs and grinned at the size of his equipment. It was much larger than before, even when it wasn't erect. There was suddenly no doubt in his mind that he'd made the right decision with that wish. This was going to be great. "I need a mirror," Clay exclaimed, deciding to wish for one. However, his wish didn't work and he mentally kicked himself for forgetting. "I wish that poster on my wall would turn into a mirror." A moment later he had a full length mirror to examine his new body in. Clay was somewhat startled by his reflection since it looked absolutely nothing like he had before. He was tall and very athletic looking, as well as well endowed. His face however, was very handsome and reminded him a little of Brad Pitt or Orlando Bloom. He was handsom, but not in an overly masculine or rugged way. There was a faint bit of disappointment in the realization that there wasn't even the faintest resemblance to his normal face. "I guess this was the only way I'd get Nikki's attention after all," Clay told himself nervously. Then he looked down at himself and the pile of clothes on the floor which he had outgrown during his transformation. He put his hand on the stone and said, "I wish all of my clothes would change to fit my new body." He watched with some amusement as his clothes changed right before his eyes. Only after he'd looked through his closet and dresser to make sure everything he owned really had changed did he bother getting dressed. He was delighted as he got dressed again, pausing occasionally to chuckle and wonder what his friends would say. They would be so jealous, especially when he had Nikki as a girlfriend. And since he looked like her ideal lover, he had absolutely no doubt that she'd happily become his girlfriend before long. "This is great," Clay exclaimed as he flexed his new muscles in front of the mirror, amazed at just how good it felt to have them. Then he carefully picked up the oddly shaped rock again and grinned, "And with this baby, everything is going to be perfect." Part 5 Garett sat back, absently tapping his pen on the table as he stared at the list of wishes he had made. He had made the list of every wish he could possibly think of, then narrowed it down to the ten most important. He had gone over the list time and time again, rearranging the items and making changes as he considered the ramifications and importance of each. Even though Garett had spent a great deal of time and thought on his list, he had yet to make a single wish. His eyes darted to the bronze medallion the strange old man had given him, a moment of doubt entering his mind. Then he shook it off, remembering his brief moment as a dog in the store. There was no way he could doubt that, nor the existence of magic. "Perhaps I should make my first wish now," Garett mused to himself, though he hesitated, feeling nervous at the idea of messing with magic. It just seemed...wrong. It was unnatural and went against everything he'd always believed. However, he wouldn't let this opportunity pass him up, especially not if he had a mysterious enemy like that old man had told him. "It just might take me awhile to build my nerve is all..." Just then, Garett saw a flash of green from the corner of his eye. He snapped around but didn't see its source. He frowned, suddenly feeling extremely nervous. There were enough strange things going on now that he was feeling a little paranoid and seeing things. After a moment, he shook his head and turned his attention back to the list. The first item on the list was a wish for wealth, carefully worded so that Garett would be the sole winner of the lottery on the week after his eighteenth birthday. He would have to be patient, but he thought that this would be the best way to get the money. After all, there would be a lot less questions about how he got it if everyone knew he just happened to get 'lucky' in the lottery. "Maybe it shouldn't be number one," Garett muttered, having changed the order of that particular wish several times already. Since it would take so long to pay off, it didn't seem that it was urgent enough to be the first wish, but it was one he thought very important. Then there was wish number two, which he was extremely tempted to move to the top of the list though it seemed just a little too personal. Garett had always been called a geek or nerd, though he'd never undergone the same kind of ridicule that others with those titles seemed to get in the movies, or at least not too much. His second wish, was for him to gain a body like the jocks at school, athletic, muscular, and in perfect physical condition. "That one should take care of these," Garett mused as he adjusted his glasses. Garett went through his list one more time, more than a little tempted to ignore the order and start with wish number two. However, he had always thought it important to follow plans and not give in to every little distraction. Because of that, he was going to make his wishes in the order he had already decided on, even though he wouldn't see the benefits of the first wish for some months to come. After another minute of consideration, Garett picked up the bronze medallion that would grant his wishes and cautiously slipped it over his head. He started, "I wish..." But just then, Garett saw the flash of green from the corner of his eyes again. He snapped around but didn't see anything there. He frowned and looked around, then grasped the medallion and stubbornly continued, "I wish that the first lottery ticket I buy after my eighteenth birthday will be the sole winner." "Granted," a voice suddenly exclaimed from the side. Garett nearly jumped as he snapped around to stare at the source of the voice. He was shocked to see a tiny girl sitting on the edge of his desk, looking almost bored. It took him a brief moment of staring with his mouth open before he realized that she wasn't exactly a girl but a pixie. She was maybe 6 inches tall and with a pair of dragonfly wings on her back. She had green hair and was dressed in black clothes that made her look like a goth, especially once he noticed that her black T-shirt had the logo of a band that was popular among some of his classmates. And as he continued to stare at her, he noticed several more details, such as the tiny metal studs through her nose and eyebrow. The tiny pixie girl yawned as though bored, then asked in a sarcastic tone, "Get a good look?" "Who...?" Garett gasped in shock. "What...?" The pixie just stared up at him and smirked, then she reached into some pocket and pulled out a tiny pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it. She took a drag from her tiny cigarette and blew the smoke out to the side before announcing, "I'm called Pip, and what I am should be obvious." "You're a fairie," Garett exclaimed. "A pixie," she scowled, snubbing the cigarette out on the surface of his desk before standing up and glaring at him, barely higher than she had been while sitting. "And like I just said a minute ago, your wish is granted." "You're...you're like a genie," Garett blurted out in realization. Pip grinned mischieviously, "Actually, I'm like a pixie..." Garett took a deep breath, trying to remain calm and think this through. He'd known the medallion could grant wishes but he hadn't realized it did so by summoning a genie...pixie. It wasn't quite what he had expected but there was a great deal about this that was surprising. "I don't actually grant wishes," Pip explained with a shrug. "The medallion does that without me. You can think of me as an advisor. I'm here to help you with your wishes and dealing with your enemy." "An advisor," Garett repeated quietly, trying to think this through. He wasn't good at making plans and decisions without time to think things through, but he could already see how useful an advisor could be. After a minute, he nodded and asked, "Can you tell me more about what's going on? And who is this mysterious enemy?" Pip just grinned mischieviously and responded, "I thought you'd never ask..." Part 6 Clay was feeling smug and more than a little pleased with himself as he started to leave his room. He couldn't wait to go out and show off his new body, to see how other people would treat him now that he looked like some kind of jock stud. A broad grin broke out across his face and he couldn't resist chuckling eagerly. Just seconds after leaving his room, Clay stepped into his living room and found himself standing face to face with his mom. She stared at him in surprise, not an ounce of recognition in her eyes. Then she screamed. His dad burst into the room a moment later, taking in everything with one glance and glaring furiously at Clay, demanding, "Who the hell...?" "Oh shit," Clay gasped as he suddenly realized that his own parents didn't even recognize him. Thanks to his wish, they thought a stranger had broken into their house. "Wait," he tried, but his dad started to charge at him with fists raised. A punch caught Clay in the face and sent him sprawling to the ground before he could get anything out. "Who are you?" Clay's mom demanded. "What the hell do you think you're doing in my house?" his dad added. Clay scrambled to think of a way to explain himself that they'd believe, but he knew that they'd never believe him. Then he realized that he was still clutching the strangely shaped rock. He took a deep breath and blurted out, "I wish my mom and dad would fall asleep." The instant the words were out of Clay's mouth, his parents both froze, blank expressions passing over their faces before they collapsed to the floor. He stared at them for a moment, afraid that they'd immediately wake up and start coming after him again. Only when his dad began to snore a little did he let out a sigh of relief and relax. "I guess I didn't think about what they'd think," he muttered, thinking about his transformation and how no one would recognize him now. Clay gulped, trying to think of what to do now. If his parents woke up, they'd still be freaked out by his new appearance. They'd be too freaked out to even listen to his explanation. And after finally having a chance with Nikki, he didn't want to give it up before he'd even had a chance to see her. After several minutes of thinking about it, Clay finally had an idea. He stared at his parents, taking a deep breath and rubbing the magic rock. "I wish," he finally said, "that mom and dad didn't care about how I looked and would always think it was perfectly normal." The gem chips in the rock glowed just as they had with his other wishes, though his parents showed no signs of anything being different as they continued to sleep on the floor. Clay only hoped this worked. "I wish they'd wake up again but not remember what happened when they didn't recognize me." Clay had to wait a few seconds before his parents began to stir and wake. He grimaced at their confusion to waking up on the floor but fought back the impulse to simply wish them not to think about it. To his relief, when they looked at him, neither of them seemed to remember the incident of minutes before. Nor did they think anything strange about his appearance, which filled him with relief. Once Clay verified that his parents accepted his new appearance as being perfectly normal, he felt it safe to leave the house. But when he stepped out the door, he paused, realizing that he didn't have any destination in mind. He knew that he wanted to show off his new body, but who could he really show it to? Then it dawned on him. Nikki. "I wish," Clay grinned, reaching a hand into his jacket pocket and touching the magic stone, "I wish I knew where Nikki Adams is right now." Clay gasped as he suddenly 'knew' Nikki was at home. He frowned, knowing that he couldn't just go over there and say hi, so he let out a sigh of defeat. Of course, he could wish her to leave and meet him at the mall. He was about to do just that when he caught an unexpected scent of perfume. It was strong and flowery, seeming to have appeared from nowhere. Just then, a woman's voice came from behind Clay, "So you're this Clay person I've heard about." Clay snapped around, surprised to see a gorgeous blonde woman standing there. She was wearing a gray pinstriped suit and fedora hat, making her look as though she were dressed as a gangster for Halloween. The woman even had a cigar clenched between her teeth, though the smoke that came from it was pink and smelled strongly of perfume. "Who...?" Clay blinked in surprise and stepped away, thinking that this was too similar to when that strange girl had appeared and given him the wishing rock. "What...?" "Da names Molly," she smirked, taking a long drag of her cigar, "And I'm a fairy godmother." "You're my fairy godmother?" Clay gasped in surprise. He wasn't sure he really needed a fairy godmother since he already had a magic rock that granted wishes. Molly just laughed, "Nope. Sorry kid, but I'm not here for that. Ya could say I'm here as a...what's the word...envoy." She took another drag from her cigar and blew a stream of pink smoke out at him, then she pointed at him with he cigar, "I'm kinda neutral in this game, but I'm here to get things going." "Game?" Clay blinked, staring at the woman blankly. "In a manner of speakin," she smirked. "Here," she reached into her jacket and pulled out a manila envelope and handed it to Clay. "What's this?" Clay asked blankly. Molly chuckled and stuck the cigar back into her mouth, "It's the name of yer opponent. Thought ye'd like to know that little fact." Clay gasped again and stared down at the envelope in his hand. Molly just stared at him with some amusement, adjusting her hat and then nodding. Suddenly she vanished in a puff of pink smoke, leaving a nearly overwhelming stench of perfume behind her. For a minute Clay just stood there, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Then he turned his attention to the envelope Molly had given him. He felt a knot in his stomach and hesitated to open it. The strange woman who had given him the wishing rock warned him that he had an enemy, though it hadn't actually seemed real since he had no idea who that enemy was. Clay took a deep breath before opening the envelope and pulling out a large photo with a name written across the bottom. However, he didn't need the name to know the person who was his enemy. He recognized the boy in the picture, having seen him around his school a number of times. Clay didn't know the boy well but had always thought of him as a stuck up geek. "Garett," Clay said, naming his enemy. He took a deep breath, wondering what he was going to do with this new knowledge. Part 7 Garett stared down at the little pixie Pip as she began to tell him about how he was caught up in forces beyond his control. She wasn't very descriptive and he could tell she was leaving a lot out, but he listened intently so he could ask all his questions once she was finished. From what she did say though, it appeared as though he had been somehow chosen by fate, destiny or some other force in order to fight a dangerous enemy, one she claimed could destroy him and all he loved. "Why me?" Garett asked once Pip was through. "Why was I chosen and who is this enemy you keep talking about." "I don't know why you were chosen," Pip shrugged. "But you have a theory," Garett said suspiciously. Pip frowned, then reluctantly nodded. "Yeah, but I don't think I'm gonna tell you." "What?" Garett gasped in surprise. "Think of it like a science experiment," Pip grinned. "If you fuck with it, you can invalidate the results. You were chosen for a reason and I wouldn't want interfere in that..." Garett grimaced, already wondering if he could wish her to answer all of his questions fully and to the best of her ability. It would certainly make things easier to find out what was going on. He was well aware of the fact that the more he knew, the more likely he was to be able to do something...rather than just stumble around. "And who is this enemy?" Garett asked, hoping she'd at least answer that. "Simple," Pip grinned, "It's..." Suddenly, another voice announced, "I'll answer that question." Garett snapped around, stunned to see a woman standing in his bedroom. It had been strange enough when Pip had appeared that he'd never thought it could happen again. However, this newcomer was well over five feet tall. She was middle aged with a deep scowl, librarian glasses and dark hair that was pulled back in a strict bun. Even her suit was conservative and no nonsense. The only thing about her that seemed to have any real color was a blue pin in the shape of a butterfly that she wore on her jacket. "Oh shit," Pip scowled, nervously stepping backwards. "Who are you?" Garett demanded, trying to hide his fear. This had to be the mysterious enemy that he'd been warned about. "My name is unimportant," the woman stated simply, glancing to Pip and then back to him. "I am here as a designated neutral party to provide you with specific information that is germane to your situation." "Oh great," Pip rolled her eyes, "You've got a stick stuck up your ass... I guess that's better than the last time I saw you..." The mysterious woman merely looked at Pip and responded, "As I have a familial relationship with one of the parties involved, the conditions for my own involvement in even this small matter include development of a completely impartial personality and a strict following of the rules. As for your own involvement, I believe that this is outside of those said rules..." "But I am involved and you can't interfere without actually taking sides," Pip pointed out smugly. The woman scowled slightly then turned her attention back to Garett, completely ignoring Pip. "As I said previously, I am here to provide you with certain information. Specifically, I am here to provide you with the identity of your opponent." With that, she opened up a briefcase that Garett hadn't even noticed her holding. She reached in and pulled out a large manila envelope, then handed it to him without a word. After this, she withdrew a clipboard and a pen, handing those to him as well. "Please sign and date that you have received the envelope," she told Garett. "Um...okay," Garett blinked, signing the signature space at the bottom of the form she'd offered him. "Initial here and here," she told him, gesturing to several places on the other side of the form. "Is that all?" Garett asked hesitantly once he was done with the initials. The woman looked down at the form he'd signed, verifying that it had been properly filled out. Only then did she not, "It is sufficient." "Good," Garett nodded, half afraid that she'd demand he sign everything in blood and in triplicate as well. The woman merely nodded faintly, snapping her briefcase shut again. She didn't even look at Pip as she announced, "Since my business here is concluded, I will say farewell." An instant later, she was gone, leaving Garett to stare at the space she had been standing in a moment before. "Not as flashy as usual," Pip mused, sounding a little relieved. "You know who she is?" Garett turned to look at Pip. Pip shrugged, then abruptly distracted him by asking, "So, what's in the envelope?" Garett blinked, then quickly opened it to look inside. There were several large photos of a boy who looked familiar. There was even a name written across the bottom which suddenly sparked his recognition. He knew this boy from school, though they certainly weren't friends. "My enemy is Clay?" Garett blinked in surprise. "Why?" "Why is the sky blue?" Pip asked. "All you really need to know is that he's out to get you and that he has the power to do it too." "I mean, he doesn't seem the type," Garett said, "And what would he have against me...?" Then Garett paused as he realized what Pip had told him, "What do you mean about him having the power?" "I really shouldn't be telling you this," Pip said conspiratorially, "but you really deserve to know what you're involved in. This Clay guy sold his soul to the devil in exchange for something that can grant wishes. Now he's doing some horrible things and I hear he even plans on taking over the world. There are some forces that don't like this and want him stopped. That's where you come in." "Me?" Garett gasped. "These forces wanted someone who was close enough to him to understand him and go to the places he goes," Pip explained, "but they didn't want someone who was too close to him and might be tricked. That's why they arranged for you to get the necklace. It's meant as an equalizer." "My God," Garett gasped, collapsing onto his bed, "It's so much... It's so big... It can't be true..." "Trust me...It's true," Pip said with a look of exaggerated innocence. "Would I lie to you?" Part 8 When Clay walked into his school, he immediately noticed a difference in the way people were treating him. The other guys were being more respectful, stepping out of his way in the halls and generally nodding to him. The girls on the other hand were staring at him with a lot more interest than he had ever received before. He just grinned, soaking it all up and silently thanking that magic wishing rock. Clay grinned, "I can't wait to see what Nikki thinks about the new me." Of course, he had no doubt that Nikki would like his new body since it was based off her ideal lover. Still, Clay was not only excited about that meeting but a little nervous too. Just then, Clay noticed one of his friends standing on the other side of the hall. He stopped for a moment, staring at his friend and grinning smugly. This was definitely going to be fun showing off to his friends too, though he decided to keep the cause of his transformation secret. After all, he didn't want everyone getting jealous about him being the chosen one and having a magic wishing rock. Then again...that could be fun. "Hey Phil," Clay greeted his friend who just stared at him blankly and asked, "Who are you?" "It's me," Clay grinned proudly, "Clay. I got changed by magic." "Bullshit," Phil responded with a snort, looking around. "Where's Clay at and how much did he pay you for this joke?" "It's really me," Clay told him. "I told you... It was magic. I got a visit from a fairy godmother last night..." Phil rolled his eyes, then snapped, "Whatever," before he walked away. "Damn" Clay scowled in annoyance, "That didn't work out very well." Then he wondered what his teachers would say when they saw his changes and muttered, "Oh shit... This isn't going to be easy..." He sighed, knowing that know one would believe that he was who he was. Even his own parents didn't believe him. Then again, he chuckled, realizing that this was hardly a problem. "Let's see," Clay mused, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out the magic wishing rock. "I knew it was a good idea brining this to school." He thought about he wish he'd used on his parents for a moment, then told the rock, "I wish that everyone at school would accept me as being normal regardless of how much I changed." Clay's magic rock began go turn warm and gleam as it did every time it granted a wish, showing that it had worked. He grinned and quickly put the rock back into his pocket, then glanced around to make sure no one had noticed him making his wish. Once he was confident that no one had seen him, he turned and continued to his first period, eager to see Nikki Adams and for her to see him. When Clay reached his first period class, he half expected the teacher to demand to know who he was. But to his relief, the teacher immediately recognized him, as did all the other students. Clay let out a long sigh of relief, thankful that the magic rock had worked. He hadn't been absolutely certain that his wish could effect so many people at once, but it had. "This thing is fantastic," Clay grinned to himself as he took his seat. Clay quickly noticed that most of the girls in class were staring at him, though most quickly looked away in embarrassment. Others saw that he'd noticed him and winked or blew kisses. It was strange getting this kind of attention from all the girls around him, though he knew he shouldn't be too surprised after the way girls had been looking at him in the hall. If he'd turned into Nikki Adams' ideal lover, then surely a lot of other girls would find him attractive too. "I bet I could become a movie star or something," he muttered to himself, thinking about being the next Brad Pitt or Orlando Bloom, with girls all over the world having pictures of him on their walls. It was nearly overwhelming, and he still hadn't run into Nikki. "Then again," he felt the hard lump through the side of his jacket pocked, "I'm already the chosen one." Even though Clay was impatient to see Nikki, or at least to have her see him, he patiently waited through his first period, becoming more confident with the way some girls kept flirting with him through class. But as soon as the class was over, he immediately started for second period where he knew Nikki would be. Clay's first encounter with Nikki was nearly everything he'd hoped it would be. The moment he stepped into the classroom, she stared at him with a look of undisguised attraction. She couldn't take her eyes off him, though after she noticed him staring she suddenly turned shy and blushed, becoming unable to meet his eyes. Clay was in delight, never having imagined that he'd get that kind of reaction from Nikki Adams. At the same time, Clay stared back at her, stunned as always by her beauty. She was a gorgeous brunette with long dark hair, dark eyes and a body that could have come straight out of a magazine. But it wasn't just her beauty that attracted him, it was everything about her. She had the greatest smile, the smoothest voice and a laugh that somehow made everything nicer. "Yes," he grinned in delight, taking his seat and waiting for a chance to talk to her. The rest of the class was quite interesting for Clay who noticed that Nikki kept taking glances back at him, seeming just a little confused at the same time. He chuckled to himself, realizing that it must be strange for her to suddenly find him attractive when his wish made it so that she always thought he looked like this. It was absolutely great and it was all he could do to keep from laughing out loud. As soon as the class ended, Clay made his way to Nikki and said, "Hi," hardly able to believe how nervous and excited he felt. "Hi," Nikki blushed, staring at him for a moment before asking, "Did you get a haircut or something?" She gave him an odd look, still a little confused by the fact that she'd never really noticed him before when he was just so...perfect. "Um...something like that," Clay told her with a nervous smile. "I was wondering if..." "Yeah?" she asked excitedly. Clay hesitated for a moment, half afraid that she'd turn him down in spite of the fact that she obviously wouldn't. "I was wondering if you'd like to maybe...go out sometime?" "Sure," Nikki responded, trying to hide her excitement. "How about tonight?" "Tonight?" Clay blinked in surprise, never having hoped for anything that soon. She had a look of disappointment but he quickly told her, "Tonight would be great..." Clay's heart raced with excitement as they agreed on a time then reluctantly went their separate ways for the next class period. He barely watched where he was going as he went down the hall, only thinking of Nikki and how much he was looking forward to seeing her that night. Of course he'd see her a few more times during the day first, but each of those times would be great too. Then Clay suddenly felt a cold chill run down his spine and stopped, looking around for the source. It only took him a second to notice the tall and skinny boy who stood on the other side of the hall staring at him with a cold expression through a pair of thick looking glasses. The other boy radiated an aura that screamed 'snobby nerd', but Clay knew this boy was more than just that. "My enemy," he whispered with a feeling of cold dread. "Garett." Sure, Clay had been given the information about Garett being his enemy the night before, but it had been hard picturing that nerd as any kind of an enemy. But seeing the other boy now, Clay no longer had any doubts. Garett was looking at him with a knowing expression, as though he wasn't affected by Clay's last wish, and that expression was definitely hostile too. Clay glared back at Garett, silently daring him to try something. He drew confidence from the facts that he was the chosen one...and that he had the wishing rock right in his pocket. The two boys just stood there, glaring at each other with a cold menace and waiting for the other to make the first move. After a minute, a group of students passed between then and by the time Clay could see through them...Garett was gone. "I don't know why you're after me Garett," Clay grimaced, "and I don't care. What I do know is that you are toast." ??? Part 9 Garett walked through the halls of his school, shaking his head in disbelief. It was so hard to believe...impossible even, but he couldn't very well ignore the evidence of his own senses. Everything Pip and that strange old man had told him was the truth. When Garett had first arrived in school that morning, he had gone looking for Clay, the other student who had sold his soul to the devil in exchange for power. Garett had wanted to see the other boy for himself, to see the person that he was supposed to stop. He had been skeptical at first, but that had all changed when he saw Clay with his own eyes. "That can't be him," Garett scowled, thinking about what he'd seen. Clay had somehow been changed so dramatically that Garett never would have recognized him as the same boy if Pip hadn't pointed him out. He now looked like one of the popular jocks or something, which he definitely hadn't been before. But what was even more amazing than Clay's transformation was the fact that no one at all seemed surprised by it. All the teachers and other students acted as though he'd always been this way. "Pretty creepy, isn't it?" Pip whispered in Garett's ear, causing him to jump since he didn't know she was there. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, keeping his voice low. He looked around nervously, afraid that someone would see him talking to a pixie in the middle of the school hallway. "I'm helping you," Pip responded with a shrug, then told him, "Don't worry... You're the only one here who can see me. It's one of the advantages of magic." "Okay," Garett responded cautiously, still a bit nervous about other people seeing her. However, no one seemed to notice anything unusual. "I'd be careful though," she smirked, "If anyone sees you, they just might think you're talking to yourself. You don't want to be hauled away by the men in white coats now do you?" "No," Garett shook his head, trying to look as though nothing unusual was going on but not doing a very good job. Pip hovered in the air in front of Garett, then turned around and suddenly lifted up her shirt, flashing her breasts at all the students in the hallway. When there was absolutely no reaction, she dropped her shirt and turned back to him with a smirk, "See... I'm as good as invisible." "I guess," Garett blinked in surprise, a reaction that seemed to amuse the pixie. "So how..." Garett paused and took a deep breath, then calmly said, "He obviously used one of those wishes you said he has to change himself, but why doesn't anyone else notice?" Pip didn't say anything to that while Garett finished the thought aloud. "He must have used another wish for that. But did he use one wish to cover everyone or does he have to make a wish for everyone one at a time?" "How the fuck should I know?" Pip snapped in annoyance. Then she scowled, "I'd guess he probably used one wish since who the hell would want to keep making the same wish over and over." "How many wishes does he have?" Garett asked hopefully, thinking that if Clay only had three wishes like in the stories, then he wouldn't be much problem. After all, Clay had used at least two wishes that Garett knew about. "No idea," Pip shrugged. "It could be three...it could be three hundred. Fuck, it might damn well even be unlimited." "If it is," Garett forced a smile, "then he probably got a real good deal on his soul." But after a quick glance at Pip, he added, "Not that I'd ever sell my own." Of course, he didn't tell her that he didn't even believe in souls or anything of the sort until very recently. Pip didn't see to hear Garett as she was lost in her own thoughts, a calculating look on her face. "I think he may be up to something else too," she finally told Garett. "I was following Clay around and I noticed something strange..." "I've noticed lots of strange things," Garett pointed out. "I mean," Pip said with narrow eyes a and a faint smile, "He's suddenly getting straight A's in his classes. He doesn't seem the type