Petunia Unspeakables Adventures The Arabic World
The Astral Bazaar & The Gate of Djinn
In the heart of the scorching Arabian desert, amid the forgotten ruins of Ubar, Petunia discovers the unthinkable. An ancient fate-weaving loom, its threads worn by time, hums with a strange magic—one that opens a rift to an elusive realm beyond mortal sight. Here, in the space between worlds, she stumbles upon the Astral Bazaar. A marketplace hidden from the eyes of the living, a place where reality itself wavers like a mirage. The air is thick with whispers, and time bends as the Bazaar pulses, shifting with the forgotten dreams of ages.
The traders here are not bound by the weight of gold or jewels. Instead, they deal in the essence of existence itself—memories, names, futures yet to be written. Each transaction carries the weight of an untold story, each exchange a dangerous gamble in the intricate web of fate.
But deeper still, Petunia uncovers whispers of a legend older than the sands themselves—a Gate of Djinn, hidden somewhere beneath the ever-shifting dunes. Said to be guarded by a creature whose riddles twist the mind, the gate leads to an uncharted realm where reality and illusion intertwine, and one must never take what it offers without cost.
Determined to unravel the truth, Petunia ventures further into the desert's heart, where the sand swallows the world whole. And there, beneath the starlit sky, she finds it—the Gate. But no sooner has she touched its ancient frame than she is pulled into an alternate reality, one where the magic she possesses is but a fleeting shadow, and her life unfolds without the knowledge of the Department of Mysteries. Here, she is a bitter, magicless version of herself, a woman who never discovered the secrets hidden within her own blood.
The Djinn, a creature of impossible beauty and infinite wrath, appears before her, its voice like the rustling of a thousand forgotten winds. It offers her a choice: stay in this fabricated existence, free of the complexities of magic, or trade something of great value to return to the world she knows.
Petunia knows the danger of bargaining with such creatures—Djinn are notorious for twisting words, for making deals that exact terrible prices. But with every fiber of her being, she refuses to be trapped in this illusion. Drawing upon a spell older than the stars themselves, an ancient Arabic incantation whispered in the shadows of forgotten tombs, she inscribes her true essence into the very fabric of reality, a safeguard against the Djinn’s manipulations. Her soul becomes a permanent thread in the tapestry of the universe, beyond the Djinn’s reach.
Furious, but begrudgingly impressed by her audacity, the Djinn releases her. As it fades into the ether, it leaves her with a final, chilling promise: "One day, I shall call upon you, Petunia Evans. And when I do, you will owe me a debt."
Petunia returns to her world, her heart heavy with the knowledge of a favor yet to be claimed—one that will inevitably alter the course of her destiny.