What the hell?" Sylvanandra gasped, as the last of her duplicates was destroyed. "No seriously, what the hell was that!?"

"Me winning I think," Dr. Myrden said. "I could say it was because you split yourself up too much, or because you didn't split your powers effectively between your duplicates, but really it's because you underestimated them all."

"But it's not fair!" She whined. "I should have been able to kill at least ONE of them!!!"

She stood up and paced round the clearing, arms crossed over her chest. Dr. Myrden got the impression it was because she didn't know what to do with them. Her eyes were sparkling with magic, crackling with power...but by her own oath, she she couldn't do anything with it. Bargains like the one they'd made were stronger than any being in existence. They were fundamental laws, the rules by which reality functioned. She would keep her promise, it was physically impossible not to.

"Tough duckfeathers," Dr Myrden said. "You made an oath. Keep it. Leave us alone."

She crossed her arms and glared.

"You made an oath too. Give. Where's the ring?"

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"The ring containing the only other known surviving genie can be found on Zago Island."

Her eyes crackled with power again.

"Listen here old man," she snarled. "Telling us an artifact nobody can find is on an island that doesn't exist is is breaking our pact. I'll go back to killing people right now."

"The exact latitude and longitude are right here. A little south of Ireland, Cromlaire ought to love that. Instructions for accessing it too, I'm sure you can find the ingredients for the eye drops that let you see the island. You'll have to piss off the Fae Lords of Tyr Na Nog, but since when has that bothered you? But that's all I'm helping you with. Getting to the island and finding the ring are all up to you."

She took the piece if paper he offered. When had he written this? Probably while she was distracted fighting with her duplicates. She was pretty sure the island would have curses, monsters, horrible traps... probably all three of those and more. But he had fulfilled his oath. She was fury bound to leave without harming anyone. She hated it. So when she sensed someone coming, she charged at the old wizard's throat with a blade of shadow magic.

His reaction was mostly confusion. She literally couldn't hurt him. They both knew it. Unfortunately, others didn't. Kyle burst into the clearing like a rocket, his fist slamming into the side of her face and sending her flying.

"Back the hell off!" Kyle roared.

"Kyle no!" Dr. Myrden gasped. "It's a trick! She..."

"Oh look." Sylvanandra sat up from where she'd landed on the ground, a huge grin on her face. "I've been attacked."

Power like the forest at night erupted from her body.