Contains a little bit of male/male, incest and a bit of fantasy, if this isn't for you, there's plenty of other great stories out here my friends. Will probably add chapter or two to this one. x Origins x
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I used to love spending time out at my Great Uncle Charles' property, he liked to buy and sell antiques and other things to fix up and sell. His collection was always sprawled across 3 big barns that made exploring so much fun as a kid and I couldn't imagine a better place to play with the imagination I had. My older sister was always afraid of the spiders but I didn't care, I was examining treasure! When he passed away at 97 years old I was pretty heartbroken, my Great Aunt Dorothy told me he loved my visits and loved that I shared the same passion as him when it came to his antiques.
I went to stay with her for a couple of days after his funeral.
"So, your Uncle told me that when he goes he wanted you to have his barns. This place got too much for us and I'm afraid there's mostly junk in there now," She said after I handed her some tea.
"What about my Mom and the rest of the family, won't they say anything about that?" I replied.
"Oh they've already picked through most of what they hoped was valuable over the years but Charles always said they'd pick the shiny and only you'd see the true value. We were married over 75 years and you were the only one of the family he would look forward to coming."
"He knew the story behind everything in those barns, I used to love listening to them. He'd pick up something and could tell me where it came from, how much he paid and what he was going to do with it. A lot was 'just for me to keep but don't tell your Aunt Dorothy' as he'd say but he'd tell you anyway. I really miss him," I said, wiping a tear from my face.
"Oh I know. I won't be around much longer but I'm going to tell you a secret, this is all coming to you, our will has been that way for years and I know you'll love it as he did."
My Great Aunt passed a few days after I left, she was buried next to my Uncle and like she'd told me, their will gave the property to me. Most of the family were glad.
"He really loved you growing up, I can't say I'm surprised. What will you do with all that stuff though?" Said my Aunt Lucy after the will was read.
"Well I was going to see if anyone wanted furniture from the house, I know you loved that clock in the hallway but I'll take some time off work and go through the barns. I know Dad is excited about that old Indian motorcycle, I said he could have it."
"You know where to find us if you need any help, I know your Mom is still upset, she was really close with them too."
"Thank you Aunt Lucy."
A few weeks later I pulled up to the barns, 3 huge old things that I'm sure would outlast a tornado and began to look through for anything I wanted to keep and began sorting. I could still hear my Great Uncle's voice in my head as I picked through too, 'This statuette my boy, I got for $19 from a store in town, your Aunt went mad spending so much until I told her if I found the other one I could make $100 off them, which was a lot back then. It's in here somewhere' he said about the statue I'd picked up.
He swore he knew where it was but never did find it.
I eventually found myself in a darker corner, it was difficult to get to but I soon found out why, he'd stashed some of his favorites back there and unless you were really looking you'd be hard pressed to find it. I picked up an ornate box and opened it, inside was a hip flask that was a little tarnished but appeared to be silver. It had an inscription on the side, I rubbed the flask with a rag to see it better and it suddenly flew out of my hand. Something pushed me onto my ass too and I looked up to an angry looking woman looking down at me!
"Wha... what the fuck?" I said, not believing my eyes.
"English but, such foulness from you! Who are you? Where is Baron Cordova?" Said the woman.
"Baron who? Who are you, where did you come from?" I said, getting to my feet.
"I came from the flask, Baron Effren Cordova the third of the 3rd house of Trinity, how can you not know him, he owns these lands for as far as the eye can see!"
"Uh, house of what? What year do you think it is, how the hell can you come from a flask?"
"It is 1192 and I am a Genie, that's how. Do you always speak with such vulgarity?"
"Well it's how I speak, get over it. You've been gone a while, it's 2019."
"Why that... He tricked me! You must find out what happened to him, I will haunt his descendants!"
I know I hadn't bashed my head, I didn't fall that hard but I pulled up the internet on my phone and looked up the name she'd said.
"Baron Cordova the third, killed during a peasant revolt in 1192. Said his lands were taken over by the Church."
"That device, let me see, it holds information?"
"Yes but how are you even real? Genie in a bottle, this is a good one. Who are you really?"
The woman took my phone from my hand and looked at it, she handed it back to me slowly.
"827 years, humans have been busy. You can fly, information is so plentiful yet so much still the same, war, death, hunger... And so much more freedom! If you even thought about some of those things in your stories in my time you'd be flogged and hanged."
"What are you talking about?"
"I read things called 'bookmarks' and seen the stories you saved there, such depravity and about family members too!"
"Hey, those are just stories, did you read the line 'fiction'?"
"Yes, I read it all. You can help me and I will grant you the wishes I promised the Baron. I'll make you rich, I'll make you powerful and you can live out your stories instead of just reading about them."
"Uh, no thanks, I don't want any of that, I read that stuff to get off, not to hope it happens. I don't need anything, I have a good job and don't want to be powerful."
"Oooh, that's not what you're thinking, dirty boy."
"Hey, get out of my head, I told you I don't want anything."
"Well you summoned me so you're stuck with me. Give me what I want and you can release me."
"Fine, what do you want?"
"Eva Green, I seen her pictures in the internet and I would like to inhabit her and live her life for 200 days."
"The actress? Sure, lemme just call her up. She's a celebrity, I don't even know where she lives and I'm pretty sure I've better chance of meeting the Pope at a gay bar than I have of meeting Eva Green."
"What does that mean?"
"I mean like zero chance in a cold hell! The Pope doesn't go to those places, I'll never meet that actress. Why don't you just go be free. Read more of the internet, not my mind and just go."
