The spirit paused for a time, seemingly taken aback by what I had asked for before speaking again. "I do not understand. Explain what you mean."
"I thought you said you could read my mind." I continued before giving it a chance to respond. "An interview.. well it's basically asking a bunch of questions, who..or what you are. What your story is.. things like that." It hovered there, shifting like a breeze as it remained quiet. I wasn't sure if my explanation was making much sense to it. I suppose in retrospect the concept of an interview could be rather strange to a being like this.
"You.. wish to know my own tale?... ", its eyes blinked and looked around as though it were confused as it spoke. "This is...most unexpected.you are strange."
"I get that a lot...so where to start...I suppose I may as well start with what I may call you....I mean who are you. your name?" As I asked this I scrambled for a notepad, my mind beginning to focus on the interview and not the strangeness of the situation. "Um..ah..take a seat if you'd like. " I motioned to the two chairs I had in the apartment, a beanbag chair and a rolling office chair. I felt like it was smirking as it settled down atop the beanbag chair, its presence pressing down into the bag like a normal person would.
"My name... as best as I can replicate in the spoken languages is Sool-Lith-ewe-eye, and I am an Al-jin, in your written language the words would appear like this." It began to literally write out in the air, the letters sparking in the dimly lit room and remaining as I copied Súl'lithui and D'jinn down onto my notepad. "You may call me Súl' if you wish."
"Alright..Súl'.. let's begin with.. well what is a D'jinn?.. Just so I have a frame of reference.. we have legends and stories, but.. well I've never met one nor have I heard of anyone meeting one.. well in the last couple thousand years." I scratched at the back of my head, still not sure if I was delusional or suffering from food poisoning yet. Súl' seemed to nod at this as though it knew that no one had met a D'jinn in a long time.
"D'jiin are beings of power, magic if you will, we have free will and can affect the world around us if we so choose. Normally most D'jinn prefer to keep to ourselves and commune with the world in remote places, however.. well in the past some of us actually preferred to interact with the world and see what you mortals were doing and watch, interact and live life. Sometimes we would offer aid, trick and deceive some of you and act like wild children occasionally, however when you went to war we tried not to choose sides though some of us were a bit more attached to certain factions of your people." Sul paused as I scratched a cliffnotes version of what it had said down as I absentmindedly threw questions out as I wrote and thought aloud. "would you say D'jinn are immortal?... could they be perceived as gods...what about ...well why do we only have legends and have never met D'jinn in recent history."
The D'jinn waited for my writing to catch up before beginning to patiently answer my initial questions. "No D'jinn that I have known has died of old age if that's what you mean. We can die, however the means to kill a D'jiin takes an equal or greater power." I interrupted with my interpretation, "So magic?" Sul nodded but added, "a bolt of lightning would work just as well, but that is rare, a mortal like yourself is much more likely to die from a bolt of lightning than a D'jinn....As for gods... yes there were some of us that were so interested in your people that they pretended to be as such... though your fledgling civilizations flocked to them for guidance, and blessings, as for why your people have not seen us for some time.. I suppose that could be the result of the midnight war."
"The midnight war?" I had stopped midway through writing something down as that had been brought up. "What was the midnight war?"
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