As I stood on the top of the tall peaks of the roof, a sudden hint of exhaustion filled my body. The thought of plummeting through the Tower of London's roof crossed my mind also. My body was not cut out for this but I knew obliterating the scoundrel of my nightmares was within arms reach. Simpkin was beginning to get on my nerve since the retrieval of the Gem of Ulvstedtite. (1) With Schyler hot on my trail for his precious gem, it is most important I complete my attack before midnight. The race was on!
As we slid down to slightly mouldy roof tiles, a permanent stain of rain residue covered the proverbial. (2) As I spied on Bartimaeus, I could smell the glory. Simpkin and I adjourned toward him trying our best to stay hidden. From our view, you could see that he became uneasy so he changed his guise from child to bird. What a foul! Now I was certain it was him. (3)
By now Bartimaeus had spotted us. Trying to escape, he began flying from tree to tree before retreating to a nearby lamp post. We picked up the pace and, at last, reached his resting post. ‘You can’t escape us now old pal,’ I exclaimed ‘If you dare try to run from my wrath I will have you hung’ Oh, that’s a shame I was really looking forward to becoming your pal,’ he said with a cheesy grin. He was really starting to get on my nerve. His sarcasm was driving me crazy and a sudden urge to obliterate him now came to thought. (4)
Our conversation continued throughout the streets. I guess it seemed quite odd for a fat, bald man to be talking to a bird, accompanied by a troll-like figure. We had reached a clearing. It was time for my big attack. As I pointed The Gem of Ulvstedtite directly at Bartimaeus, sympathy filled my mind. Now I know that djinnis live for several centuries, but I suddenly realised, maybe, just maybe, I should spare his life. (5) Beams of light shot out from the centre of the gem. The beacon of light that shone could be seen from the stars. It finally reached the djinn. As it touched his arm, every muscle, every bone in his arm was severed from the rest of his body. The limb hit the ground with a thump as a blaring echo sounded throughout the whole of London. I had detached Bartimaeus’ arm.
(1) I guess he has never been on an adventure bigger than crossing the main streets of London (2) I really should invest in a darker clothing colour scheme, but I guess white is my colour. (3)Djinnis can be very careless with their actions. Often commoners spot the act of transformation and are accused of insanity. After spotting a guise transformation they tend to say a little too much. (4) Our conversation seemed quite casual, considering the circumstances. I guess that was my aim. He didn't suspect a thing. (5)Karma- good or bad luck, viewed as resulting from one's actions.- If I kill this djinn, I myself may be killed or worse, lose my reputation.