Chapter 1 - It can't be

Jafar didn't believe it. He couldn't believe his eyes. This must be a nightmare, he thought. No. . . What happened? It can't be! This isn't real! It can't be real! No! Why? Why did it have to be him? No! NO!

Jafar was panicking. He was usually very composed and calm. But this . . . this . . . couldn't be happening! He felt like he couldn't breathe. He felt like all of the air had just been sucked out of his lungs. He thought that his heart had stopped. The assassin gripped the fabric around where his heart was located. It felt like someone had reached inside and crushed it. This can't be happening. I should have been here. It's all my fault. It's all my fault!

Jafar had gotten even paler than usual. If he had any color in his face to begin with, it would have completely drained away. He suddenly felt very weak at the knees. The usually agile assassin stepped backwards and fell to the floor. Why? WHY?! No. No! NO! He reached up and pulled at his white hair. He was really panicking. It felt like he had gotten the wind knocked out of him. Once he did gain the ability to breathe again, he let out a horrified scream. After a while, his screams morphed into cries and sobs.

When the other generals of Sindria heard their friend's screams, they instantly knew something was wrong. They had never heard the ex-assassin scream like that. They had certainly never heard him cry either. The generals all dropped what they were doing and rushed to where they heard the scream. It was pretty easy to find where Jafar was located since he continued to cry. They all broke through the door that the sound led them to. Once inside, they quickly saw the cause of the adviser's cries. They were in king Sinbad's chambers. He was lying on the bed . . . murdered. It appeared that an assassin had slit his throat in the night. There was blood all around him. It was a horrific sight.

It was no surprise now why Jafar was screaming and crying so much. He had known Sinbad the longest out of all of them. He had practically grown up with the king. Sinbad had rescued Jafar from his life as an assassin. They were inseparable. Jafar had even given Sinbad his nickname; Sin.

The other seven generals located Jafar. He was curled up in a ball on the floor against the back wall of the room. He had his head in his hands, covering his eyes so that he didn't have to see it. However, the image was glued to the inside of his eyelids. He couldn't escape the reality that Sin was . . . was . . . was dead.

Yamuraiha and Pisti rushed to the sobbing general. The other generals just stood in shock staring at their king. The two female generals knelt down next to Jafar. They tried to gently pull his hands away from his face. They were damp with tears. In his eyes they saw a mixture of emotions; terror, shock, and disbelief. They had no idea how to comfort him. They would all probably need a lot of comforting after this. But right now, Jafar needed the most help. Yamuraiha decided it would be best to make Jafar sleep for a bit. The magician whispered a spell and he was out cold. Startled by the sudden silence, the other generals snapped out of their shock and turned to where Jafar and the two female generals were sitting by the edge of the room.

"What. . . What'd ya do to him? Don't tell me he's dead too," Sharkkon shouted at Yamuraiha.

"No, of course he's not dead. Why would I kill him?" she whispered back. It wasn't like Jafar was going to wake up from hearing their voices but she still spoke quietly anyway.

"I just used a spell to make him sleep. It's best that he sleeps peacefully for now," she continued. "Would someone please carry him to his room and keep an eye on him. I don't know how long it will be before the magic wears off. Also, does someone want to take him out of here? The room needs to be cleaned and . . . and the . . . the body needs to be prepared for a proper funeral."

All of the generals gazed at the floor after hearing that. Some of them might not have shown it, but, they were all devastated from seeing their king like that. Dead. Yesterday, it would have seemed impossible that Sin could die. Somehow, they all pictured him as immortal. However, that was clearly not the case. They couldn't wrap their brains around the fact.

After a few minutes of staring at the floor, Hinahoho walked over to pick up Jafar. The Imuchak man had known Jafar just as long as Sinbad had. He was so large that he picked up the sleeping assassin like he weighed nothing. He left the room leaving the other six to figure out what to do about Sin. They were all still in shock. How could this have happened? Why couldn't we do anything to stop it? Why? those thoughts were going through all their minds. Why? Why did Sin have to die? It can't be real. It can't be. . .

to be continued

Finally, I got the time to write another story. It is going to be a long one, longer than my previous ones. I would love any thoughts or comments about the story. I love hearing what people think. It encourages me to post more often when I have reviews. Thank you for reading

-Mizaya Z.