My Free Genie

The Last Of Them All

I had never noticed how lovely the world really is. Or how giving the earth is to us humans. For after walking around aimlessly for at least a day, I started to miss many things. Like the way it felt to walk upon solid grass, the way birds sang sweet songs, even the way it sounded when rain hit the top of a tin roof.  

For none of those things even seemed to have existences in our end. Nothing seemed to even be alive in this end. It was simply just a bunch of natural, unending chaos. 

And the chaos made me miss home more and more each unending minute.

"Asha, I found something!" Kia had said a little after our small fight. Though it confused me a bit on what he had possible found, for this world held literally nothing but rubble. There were no animals, no houses, just destruction.  

"What is it?" I replied.

"It's an old journal. . .well, what used to be one." He chuckled a bit and threw it at me. 

"Do you want me to read it our something?" 

"Well duhh, maybe has some sort of clue on how we can live or something." He shrugged his shoulders a bit, only to quickly go back to his rummaging. A new hobby he had taken up upon our arrival. But for his sake, I read the journal.

January  5th, 3085

Most of us have died. . .for the flames and floods have seemed to engulf all of humanity. There is no way out, it seems to be our end. I have loved this world so dearly, though I am ready to die. By now, our only savior would be magic, though magic is just a fantasy. . .so I will bid this world farewell.

                                       ---Eve & Adam, The last man and women on earth. How ironic

I had sighed slightly while reading the mortals words. For it made me wish my magic would actually help us. Though I was starting to think we would die as well.

"Find anything important?" Kia had asked a bit later, ending his rummaging for the day.

"Not really. It just talks about floods and fires and how everyone's dead. The things we figured out when we got here." I throw the journal down, unhappy with its contents.

"Oh. . .how disappointing." He stated, picking it up once again. Skimming it himself, only to laugh and throw it just as I had. "Adam and Eve huh? Well looks like we're the last two, not them."

"Not at all. We're the last two. Asha and Kia, the real last human, and probably last genie standing!" I screamed, causing the two of us to laugh. And it made me think. . .

Even if the world was ending, it was lovely laugh in the mists of death. It reminded me that I was almost human. Almost.