Two days until the full moon, and Tony reaches a decision. He wishes for there to be no more full moons so the curse cannot continue. The genie wrinkles her brow. It is a powerful wish, passed masters had wished her to move mountains, but to remove the full moon, she had to think. Could she remove part of the moon, but then when that part was in phase would it not be a full moon? She could hurl it into space, but it might appear full as it careened across the solar system. Perhaps reducing it to dust like Saturn's rings,but then when the ring was fully visibile wouldn't that be equivalent to a full moon. If only she could slip it into a pouch or pocket, so it would be out of sight and out of mind.
A tiny rip in the fabric of the universe opened and swallowed the moon. It was on all the news channels, radios and news papers. "MOON VANISHES", "INVISIBLE OBJECT ECLIPSES MOON?". "MOON GONE-TIDAL HAVOC".
Indeed the loss of the gravitational pull of the moon wreaked havoc on the tidal movements. Not just oceanic, but magmatic. Volcanoes erupted in the South Pacific, tide pool communities began to die as the seas calmed. Storm patterns shifted, but Tony only knew he wasn't going to turn into a hunk of cheese.
The day of the full moon came and passed, and with each day without a full moon appearing the stress of the magic imprisoned in the were creatures throughout the Easth grew.
The Council of Jinni summoned the genie to their tribunal to address her granting of such a dangerous wish. She merely shrugged, and replied, "I am the slave of the ring, must I not do what the master of the ring commands?"
"It's never stopped you before," commented Sharif fbs Green Jinn nastily.
She bowed her head in apparent submission.
Alex Karnow had been a werewolf for over 800 years, he could feel his muscles writhing under his human skin. He groaned in pain as his muscles cramped unable to shift without a full moon. He had gotten himself a hotel room in Bagdad, while he waited to see the Council of Jinns. The loss of the moon had to be the work of a genie.
Across the hall Raj al Tarik paced the room longing to cast off his small human form and again enjoy the form of the great tiger he had worn for over 1000 years. He too was here to see the council.
Werecreatures from all over the world were flocking to the warzone. Terrorists learned a new type of terror as they attempted to kidnap and kill the new visitors to their land. Lone foreigners, easy prey thought Abdul as he led his five hooded men into Alex's room. The pent up magic leaked as much as it could. And the six men discovered that regular bullets into this man produced wounds but didn't stop him as his supernaturally powerful arms dismemembered the intruders. Alex sat sobbing in the midst of the writhing bleeding torsos at what he had done. The rage of his inner beast seemed to possess his suddenly stronger human body. He stripped of his bloodied bullet ridden clothing, and showered.
Abdul was losing consciousness from blood loss as he lay limbless and defeated on the floor of the hotel room. He saw naked Alex walk from the bathroom without a single bullet wound on his smooth white skin. He couldn't believe it. Alex dressed, packed his bags and checked out. He imagined whoever had admitted the terrorists to his room would clean up the mess they were now.