"I can't believe Mozenrath thought that that sorcerer would let him have the philosophers stone." I muttered as I clicked off the television, stretching after I rose from the couch in my living room. "Hmph some people are so gullible. I saw that coming a mile away."

As I moved away from the television I thought I heard someone and I turned back, staring at the screen for a few seconds When nothing happened I just shrugged before I started to head for my room. I had just left the room when the television clicked back on but I was too far away to notice.

"That Khartoum cheated me out of ultimate power." Mozenrath growled as he paced his lab, Xerxes hovering nearby. "But I will rule the seven sands."

"But how?" Xerxes asked and Mozenrath grabbed him around the neck, choking the eel.

"I'm trying to think so be quiet." Mozenrath snapped at his familiar relaxing his hold when Xerxes tried to speak. "What is it?" He demanded and Xerxes coughed something. "Speak up."

"Master needs powerful magic." Xerxes coughed and Mozenrath rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, obviously not impressed. "Magic user stronger than you."

"I am a sorcerer you fool. There's no one more powerful." Mozenrath snapped at him, firing a bolt of magic from his gauntlet to prove his point. The bolt just missed Xerxes who yelped, shaking himself before he hovered beside his master. "I could try and capture Genie again but that pest Aladdin and his friends always interfere. But if I kidnap someone they don't know about...that could work. But I'll have to work fast and without any interfernce." Mozenrath muttered as he moved quickly towards a shelf filled with books and scrolls.

Which book was it now? I saw it a day ago.

After a search he grinned to himself, picking up a well-worn and as Xerxes watched on, curious as Mozenrath moved to the table. Setting the book down, Mozenrath flicked through it before he found the page he wanted and as Xerxes stared at him his master began to chuckle. "Perfect. Aladdin will never see this coming until it's much too late."

In a few hours Mozenrath had a series of bottles and the book sitting on the table, his attention moving between the book and a bottle containing a blue liquid. Unsure as to what his master was doing Xerxes shot between the table and his master who ignored him his attention on whatever spell he was working on.

"Hmm...now I just need to combine these two." Mozenrath whispered as he picked up another bottle that contained a black liquid that seemed to be glowing. Lifting them up he started to carefully pour them into a third empty bottle he had found on one of the many shelves lining the lab. But as he started to pour them his familiar grew bored at being ignored and without warning he shot forward, smacking into Mozenrath's right hand.

Mozenrath scrambled to grasp each of the bottles only to watch with a growing sense of frustration and anger as the empty bottle collided with the floor, shattering on impact. Quickly he tried to grab the remaining two but they smashed into a mess on the floor and Mozenrath growled under his breath clenching and unclenching his fists before he whirled around to face Xerxes who shook with fear.

"All of that work and you...you...fool!" Mozenrath shouted his eyes narrowed and his gauntlet glowing until he saw his familiar staring at the floor. "You did that you fool of a..." He trailed off when Xerxes looked past him with both eyes wide and with a snort Mozenrath turned back to the table.

"Master look!" Xerxes called out but Mozenrath had already seen the potions that had spilled on the floor and as he watched on they began to glow.

"It...worked? Despite your stupidity." Mozenrath muttered, watching as a pattern began to form in midair and with a cruel smile he started to whisper words he'd spent hours memorizing. When the pattern changed into a portal he took a deep breath and after grabbing a collar from the table Mozenrath took a step through the portal with Xerxes not far behind.

Appearing on the other side Mozenrath looked around my living room with a frown on his face, Xerxes floating near his left shoulder before the eel flew over to the television set. "Where are we, master?" He asked Mozenrath who scratched his chin, his eyes wandering the room.

"The home of a powerful sorcerer if that book was correct." Mozenrath answered just as he heard hesitant footsteps and he grinned, aiming his gauntlet at an opening in the room.

At the same time I was sitting in my bedroom, reading a novel I had been trying to finish since a week ago when I heard voices. Confused, I set the book down gently on my pillow before I climbed to my feet. Keeping as quiet as possible and fearing someone had broken in I slid the bedroom open enough to squeeze through, moving as quickly as I could into the hallway.

As I did I heard a man's voice and I froze inches from the doorway leading into the living room.

Did someone break in? But I didn't heard the front door opening or any breaking glass.

Thinking quickly I started to turn around, kicking myself for not grabbing my mobile phone, when something shot directly into my path. "Not going anywhere." Something that looked like an eel laughed as I backed away ending up in the living room.

"This is the powerful sorcerer the spell brought me to? Though you could be using your magic to disguise your true magic." Mozenrath said as I stepped into view. Once I saw a young man standing there I blinked, torn between risking making a break for my room and asking what he thought he was doing breaking into my house.

"What do you think you're doing? This is my house you're..." The rest of my words were choked off and my hands shot up, a metal collar now wrapped tightly around the base of my neck.

"Oh do be quiet and don't interrupt. I suppose I will just have to bring you with me and with that collar you won't be able to use your magic on me." Mozenrath sighed and I growled at him, opening my mouth to offer my own thoughts as I stomped towards him. He never gave me a chance when he raised his right hand and I vaguely remember thinking he looked awfully familiar before the collar lit up, a jolt of pain sending me to the floor with a cry.