Aladdin, Mozenrath, Mirage, and co. belongs to Disney. Other characters
that may appear later belong to me, as well as certain facts about Mirage.
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The Confession of Mirage
I glare at those gathered. They have finally done it, they have finally caught me. Who would have thought that you could hold an evil incarnate. I see the looks of pity and hate, both for me, and I despise those that pity me. I am not to be pitied. And yet somewhere in the back of my mind, what used to be me, was crying out. She doesn't want to be hated, she wants forgiveness. But I do not and I push her down.
To think, I am finally being brought to be judged. But they only know half of my crimes. If they knew it all, they would strike me down now. Either way, I will get the last laugh.
I met the eyes of the Sultan and growl slightly. It is all I can do not to lash out at those around me. I can feel the hatred in many of them, and wonder, why this foolish little act. They all know that I am guilty, so why go through this stupid trial. It is because they are weak and soft and it disgusts me. Humans are too emotional and foolish. If only I had completed what I had set out to do. But there will be no more of that. I can see it when I look into the Princess' eyes. They are hard and unforgiving. There was something evil in her; too bad I have only now seen it.
I am kicked from behind to kneel, but I refuse. I will not bow before this human. They finally give up but still tightly grip my arms.
"Mirage, Evil Incarnate, for the crimes you have committed, you have been brought before us in trail. Do you have anything to say in your defense?" the Sultan asked sharply.
"Only that I enjoyed doing it," I sneered.
"Does anyone else have anything to say in her defense?" the Sultan asked.
No one said a word, though I could feel a certain fool wanted to.
"Then by my judgment, Mirage, you will be put to." the Sultan said but was cut off by a shout.
"Sultan, wait!" I can hear that cry is Aladdin.
He pushes his way through the crowds, another person behind him. I can see that person is my son, Mozenrath.
"Aladdin, what is it?" the Sultan asked, puzzled.
"We are here to plead for Mirage's life," Aladdin said.
There was a gasp in the room and I sneered. So the softhearted hero and my son have come to spare me.
"Why?" the Sultan asked, "And what is he doing here?"
"I am here to make sure my mother doesn't die, that is all. Blame your street rat for convincing me that she is even worth it," Mozenrath sneered.
"I feel that we should know why she does it, and all that she has done, before we sentence her to death," Aladdin said and he glanced briefly my way.
Go ahead, young street rat, play your game. But it will still end the same.
The Confession of Mirage
I glare at those gathered. They have finally done it, they have finally caught me. Who would have thought that you could hold an evil incarnate. I see the looks of pity and hate, both for me, and I despise those that pity me. I am not to be pitied. And yet somewhere in the back of my mind, what used to be me, was crying out. She doesn't want to be hated, she wants forgiveness. But I do not and I push her down.
To think, I am finally being brought to be judged. But they only know half of my crimes. If they knew it all, they would strike me down now. Either way, I will get the last laugh.
I met the eyes of the Sultan and growl slightly. It is all I can do not to lash out at those around me. I can feel the hatred in many of them, and wonder, why this foolish little act. They all know that I am guilty, so why go through this stupid trial. It is because they are weak and soft and it disgusts me. Humans are too emotional and foolish. If only I had completed what I had set out to do. But there will be no more of that. I can see it when I look into the Princess' eyes. They are hard and unforgiving. There was something evil in her; too bad I have only now seen it.
I am kicked from behind to kneel, but I refuse. I will not bow before this human. They finally give up but still tightly grip my arms.
"Mirage, Evil Incarnate, for the crimes you have committed, you have been brought before us in trail. Do you have anything to say in your defense?" the Sultan asked sharply.
"Only that I enjoyed doing it," I sneered.
"Does anyone else have anything to say in her defense?" the Sultan asked.
No one said a word, though I could feel a certain fool wanted to.
"Then by my judgment, Mirage, you will be put to." the Sultan said but was cut off by a shout.
"Sultan, wait!" I can hear that cry is Aladdin.
He pushes his way through the crowds, another person behind him. I can see that person is my son, Mozenrath.
"Aladdin, what is it?" the Sultan asked, puzzled.
"We are here to plead for Mirage's life," Aladdin said.
There was a gasp in the room and I sneered. So the softhearted hero and my son have come to spare me.
"Why?" the Sultan asked, "And what is he doing here?"
"I am here to make sure my mother doesn't die, that is all. Blame your street rat for convincing me that she is even worth it," Mozenrath sneered.
"I feel that we should know why she does it, and all that she has done, before we sentence her to death," Aladdin said and he glanced briefly my way.
Go ahead, young street rat, play your game. But it will still end the same.