A/N: I do not own Aladdin, which belongs to Disney, or Alaric, who belongs to PirateWizardThief. Peccavi and all associated belong to me. If you steal them, there shall be blood.
And first, before I begin, thank you to the wonderful PirateWizardThief for allowing me to do this. As for it's placement, well, I think it would be during the events of Genies and Jinxes: The Series, though until Broken is finished, consider it prior to that story.
Chapter 1: Disorientated
It had been something much like the Thirdack, with the dimensional leaps and gathering of the power from those realms, though it was hard to tell the exact specifics of the plan when trying to alternatively dodge blasts of magic and dismantle it with a time-clock. Though Genie was managing well at the task, as Aladdin had the majority of Mozenrath's attention for the moment. However, he kept a careful ear on the conversation happening over blows, as the last strike had very nearly caught him by surprise [He had the singed ear to prove it, too, Mozenrath had not been playing around.].
"Of all of the plans you had to blunder into, street rat, why did it have to be this one?" The teenage wizard practically howled as his glove vented out a fiery blast of dark magic in Aladdin's direction. Luckily, the young man leapt to the side, though the close call had gotten the attention of those hovering on Carpet, high above the battle that any magic would have trouble reaching them.
"Al, be careful!" The yell, though dulled from distance, still carried enough for the field to hear, and Mozenrath threw the hovering rug an irritable glance before casually tossing a ball of destructive power in their direction, not really caring if it hit. Thankfully, Carpet rose higher and evaded the strike with ease. Nonetheless it was still a close call, and Aladdin risked a moment to call out to the rug.
"Carpet, take them out of here!"
However, the younger street rat on board must have given contradictory orders, as Carpet hovered in place for a moment before circling around, preparing to leave.
It was just bad luck, that, at that moment, Genie discovered something about the enchantment that he had been trying to dispel.
"Hey, Al, you're going to want to see this! Wiz Kid here was trying to poke into the-oh." Genie immediately stopped, covering his mouth with a hand as he realized that he had drawn the attention of both sides of the fight, including an incensed Mozenrath that noticed his other hand straying a bit too closely to one of the more important components of his spell.
"Get your hands off of that, you insipid fool!"
"Well, no need to be insult-." The retort was cut off by a particularly powerful blast of magic, this one strong enough to send the jinni backwards into a nearby sand dune. Unfortunately, this also smudged the mark that the necromancer had been trying to save, and provided the necessary kickstart for the portal to open. The beginning hum of magic at work was missed as Carpet suddenly wheeled in the air, partially steered by the young boy that clung to his front tassels.
Then the wind started, along with the crack forming in the center of the spell circle. The air smelled of ozone as the rip began to pull itself apart, revealing a swirling mass of darkness that yielded to a blurry image of a rainbow of colors and shapes, too distorted to see what it was.
However seeing wasn't on anyone's mind, as the ripple in space had sent a roaring gale into the clearing. This sent all reeling back, and the magic carpet that had been above the whole mess was practically knocked end over end, his passengers trying to hold on, all plummeting off after a pulse through the portal sent another gust into the surrounding air. While the two smaller riders fell to the sides, and landed in relative safety on the sand, the larger fell directly into the swirling mass that was the portal, vanishing in an instant.
A second later, Mozenrath gathered himself up enough to raise his Gauntlet, drawing out the magic fueling the gateway. With no juice, the crack began to close, resealing itself and stopping off the wind, though the smell of ozone still remained.
"What-" Iago started, stopping only to spit out sand and smooth down his ruffled feathers. "-the heck-was that?"
"Dimensional tear, you can tell by the smell, mostly." Genie supplied, getting up to brush off a layer of sand that he too had recently acquired, staring at the spell circle the portal had formed in with mild interest, though no small amount of wariness. "One doozy of a spell too, Mozy must've been reaching for some pre-tty high places."
"Carpet?" Aladdin asked, noticing the fact that the rug, once the wind had stopped, simply hadn't ceased moving. He zipped from one end of the clearing to the other, almost as though he were searching for something…
"Rick?" Abu chattered from the street rat's shoulder, alerting all to the disturbing lack of a certain child.
"Alaric?" The young man echoed, looking about for the missing boy. "Where is he?"
Carpet seemed to outright writhe with uncertainty for a moment before stopping, and hesitantly pointing toward the spell circle.
"You don't think-." Genie started to say, though Aladdin's attention had already turned to the other member of this strange little gathering, who was staring at the spell circle with clear annoyance.
"It will take months to reconstruct this…" Mozenrath was muttering, right before he was grabbed and spun around, vision filling with the livid face of Aladdin, who only gave him a moment to orientate himself before throwing a hissed question at the necromancer.
"Where did you send him, Mozenrath?"
"I can't say for certain, Aladdin, since your dolt of a jinni smudged the circle. I could have sent your precious brat halfway to the moon for all I know."
And with that, he slapped off the restraining hand on his shoulder, turning to step into a whirling flame of dark magic, teleporting away from the scene.
When Alaric woke up, he could feel grass tickling at his feet and arms, rather strange for a desert. Then the events prior to his unconsciousness came back, forcing him to sit up and open his eyes, breath quickening when he realized that he was indeed not in the Agribaian desert anymore.
He was now in a lush, almost tropical forest, which he might have mistaken for the home of Thundra if it weren't for the twin moons rising over the horizon, the sun sinking down over the trees and casting long shadows over the ground. Caught for a moment in the strangeness of it all, he almost missed the odd crackling noise coming from the trees behind. Turning, he was half-expecting to see an animal of some kind, eyes widening when he caught sight of a biped creature just behind a large, leafy bush. Though its outline was partially broken up by the leaves, he could tell that it was very tall, with glowing ice-blue eyes staring unblinkingly at the boy. Feeling a gasp get caught somewhere in his throat, Alaric slowly turned, pushing himself from his knees to a crouch.
"Al…? G-Genie…?" He whispered, his voice all but robbed by fear, which climbed as the creature began to inch around the bush, coming closer than he was comfortable. It was at that moment his vocal cords decided to work again, allowing him to let loose a shriek as he pushed himself up, tearing off in the other direction. The creature, somewhat stunned by the sudden noise, threw its large, long-fingered hands over its ears, lowering them when the boy went crashing into the undergrowth.
A low, sighing growl emerged from its stunted muzzle, though instead of a grunt, growl, or even a roar, words came. An errant thought, really.
"He'll awaken half the forest at this rate..."
For a moment, the being seemed to hover in indecisiveness, before finally running lightly after the child, nary disturbing a leaf on the bushes and trees as it passed.
So, yup, reviews? Questions? Screaming rants? Flames of any sort will be taken and played with for amusement. By who? Well, you'll see them in later chapters [Peccavi is a T-rated story for a reason]. I hope I'm putting this in the right spot, someone correct me if there's a problem.