Chapter 1
Sun, heat and heat
Roses.
Name resembled rosary as cut from the novels of Oscar Wilde. Tea pink flowers kept in the manor gardens delicate as the finest silk, captures a wild red rose with thorns on the edges of ravines and treacherous swamps.
The flowers are beautiful and untouchable, treacherous, and his scent unfortunates caught up in danger.
Rose, however, was neither one nor the other, but like every plant she wanted to see the sun and enjoy the simple things in life. But who would have guessed that the little things that her wait will be epic proportions.
While Rose rummaged through the closet, behind the windows was freezing and the landscape slowly covers the first snow, which effectively odhraboval machine about the size of a dredge that the city is not only cheaply paid for road maintenance. Like every year.
Rose, however, about what is happening out there cared about was going out on a date and quite enjoyed it.
The boy, who recently visited cheated on her with a dark-haired fuchtlí that simply is not worth jealous because a month would have found another victim and her former boyfriend kicks butt. Quite on it and I look forward.
She hoped, however, that that for which is currently being prepared, will vary.
She carefully made, blond hair loosely pressed on his shoulders, but he would like to have something special, unusual, what would make a memorable first impression.
"Hmm."
When taking a hit on an ancient long red coat with fur collar, two pockets and a host of richly decorated brass buttons.
He was one of the things that still wore grandmother, and forever resist the incursions of clothes moths, while newer products were corroded as if workers in Bangladesh made specifically for their feeding.
Apparently nobody had long since worn out.
Rose wanted to try it, so I wore it through their modern dress.
"Oh, hell," and you forgave lightly bit her lip, and because he never wore one of the buttons in a row and missed the rest probably not worth it to sew. It was quite upset, as a historical piece on the guy definitely impressed.
Philip studied history and pre-war period great interest in it.
The coat looked really good and smart and it was a beautiful warm.
Even if netypovala about 40 years.
Rose thought the attic, where he piled up old worn things could have any one spare key.
After all, Beata grandmother died long ago. Rose moved here before and two years, and perhaps even land once climbed.
When leaving the stairs even looked at the clock.
It was ten, there is still time for an hour before he went to Philip for lunch.
She enjoyed and was, as usual, full of energy, so with a heavy coat ran up the creaking stairs like a mountain goat and started a little careless rummage through a pile of junk in the attic, where they were decades of discarded things, which, in everyday life returns usage, but no one bothered to clean up.
God, there was her teddy bear, toys, old cabinets, shelves, shoes, bags and clothes.
If it Beata grandmother gave the Salvation Army, dissolute including at least five families.
While browsing the dust shrouded in murky area, finding extraordinary treasures. Fingers caressed everything that reminded her of the past.
Memories of the sea of the strongest memories rolled through it like a hot sea, she wanted to cry.
It was incredibly moving.
If only she could see her mother. There had to be the case even after it, no doubt about it.
Rose waved his arms in the air to get rid of a few cobwebs and got deeper where carved drawer popped red boa, which was worn in the thirties to evening dresses.
These curiosities are able to find more if they knew we would have long ago explored the ancient soil. Grandmother was actually parádnice was especially nice to have things, but after he left, only debts that Rose was trying to slowly repay.
She did not want to lose the house, but the bailiffs could come every day, even in the case of returning the exact time.
The girl pushed past dusty mirror Secretary grandfather when she was a little girl doing wrong.
She started to hang out and headache, as if someone had stabbed pin.
She grabbed him with both hands, rubbing his temples, eyes closed, his face contorted in pain.
Rose noticed that surrounded her eerie purple fog that began rubbing his feet and hair like the scales of a giant snake.
It completely surrounded on all sides by a toxic gas. Rose, however, made a mistake beard.
Headaches and dense fog, however, began to fade after a while again and move away from your body.
She coughed, but fortunately nedusila, fall to their knees or feel dizzy, they should come for a few seconds along with a terrible surprise.
Of Purple Haze suddenly he appeared on his face and entire body gradually.
Rather, once again he closed his clear blue eyes and opened them again, but they continued to hallucinations.
Sure it could be one of the gas, he had little to lose, bulky coat.
God, what a grandmother because they weapons? Nerve gas?
It would be worth considering, even slightly watering eyes.
Rose looked again at the figure before him stuffed in a red and black costume. The man was not ugly, but rather discourages his stern features.
What it failed her imagination?
Or it was not a hallucination?
What was he doing here, and why he looked at her, it was not very pleasant.
And that should mean that weird stick in your hand?
He looked a little like a terrorist, his skin was bronzed and beard, dark eyes.
Now he was downright nervous and a little paranoid.
Who would not fear hell?
She wanted to look at the gun, but he was afraid to run it out of sight.
"Hey, what are you doing on my land? This is my house!" He shouted rudely and courage. It certainly nobody here would just climb up to the station, she felt outraged.
Really did not alien to see what a mess indoors and outdoors, it has nothing in common.
"I could sue you for assault and burglary! I'll call the police!"
The man stopped and thought for a moment as if wondering what it is about the police. Then he spoke: "Frankly, looking for specific cards are not transferred.?"
The stranger's voice was deep and attracted her attention, each syllable nonsense she vrývala under your skin like tiny icicles.
He makes fools out of it? Really? Card? He's mad!
"Nothing I give you," Rose said, without thinking, "and drag to where you came from."
But suddenly he noticed that something was not right. Rummage in which kicking, it looked completely different. Even wall looked different. Where was all the furniture? Where Grandmother's things?
Instead of swinging light bulb without cover on the ceiling, there were candles and one oriental lamps, door to the hallway miss.
It was not her country!
But where does ...
When Rose realized he might devour her cold fear, as if touched the hand of death, and yet it was his alone.
She touched her. Probably it was so surprised that he tried to bring them back to reality.
Rose yelled, grabbed him, and even violently crashed into him, until he stumbled a few steps back.
"Let me warn you," the man spoke in a serious tone of someone who is used to giving orders, "that you speak with a weighted Vizier of Agrabah. If it does not work well, it can also go the hard way. Perhaps you are not aware of its power and majesty. .. yes, Majesty is the right word ... "vizier looked at her as if to freeze in place the shoe on the stone floor.
Rose's eyes darted from side to side, disoriented, her heart pounding. Her cheeks were on fire, while the rear snaked cold sweat, with fur, which has nothing in common.
Vizier blonde word sounded in my head like a gong inconsolable.
He immediately noticed his reinstatement step forward toward her.
"Enough!" He held his hands in front of him in a protective gesture, "Do not touch me!"
The man stopped and straightened to his full height intimidating his turban even higher.
"You have a card?" He repeated impatiently your request again.
"Card? What? What card? What does he want? I have a Tesco card, Orseye, Alberta, but everything in your wallet," and a wallet in her purse and handbag on a chair in my room ...
quickly he rose reached into his coat and felt something.
He quickly handed the men shone in his eyes.
He began appearing white card and its completely lost interest.
Rose took advantage of the chances that ran to the door and up the stairs.
Behind him he heard the loud indignant "No!"
It echoed through the hallway, leaning against the back which went forward to his freedom.
When Rose stumbled out of the network stately corridors with gold trim, and helped her pick intuitively those leading up, he ran into the street and froze in shock.
There was no frost, but uncomfortably hot. No snow, blizzards and ice.
Red hot air smelled of sand and sweat. People walked around in such exotic clothes that such would not dare go on a date and she wanted her grandmother ancient coat.
Rose took off her coat because it became unbearably hot, and before she could go on to escape, came to her two burly men armed with sabers, apparently guarding the exit through which he appeared.
"What happened?" He said one of them strong, authoritative tone that it was clear that it has no intention of letting go.
Rose quickly and a little scared, she said: "I went on stage for a missing button and suddenly I ran out of the cellar, because men ... a man after he asked me some stupid card, but I'm not there. I want to go home!" I explained situation accurately.
The guard turned to his colleague and pointed to his ear and swirled his finger, his face bearing the smug expression. A colleague nodded in agreement.
"There is a lot of love," she laughed, and raged.
Both turned his gaze back to Rose, dressed in modern clothes, and the more he talked to her.
Jafar secret room was dark with no windows and only one door. One might be surprised that it really could not see anything and even read in unison with open books on a wooden table floating party that was lost under yellow parchment and various things from stationery to the vial vague.
"It once again succeeded Jafarrr, how is it possible that every woman I run? That would be your personal charm," the voice said accusingly from the golden perch in the corner.
Yago there, moving from side to side and rolling his eyes with his black, "is gone, and the card too," opened parrot beak and powerful afraid to tell their benefactors what they think. What is the core language.
Fairly tall figure, which cast light candles dim view as if afraid to come closer, still stood and turned.
Wizards golden stamens shined the beam and scorched the wall just behind his perch feathered sidekick, "Your insolence is not in place Yago. But she will not run away," Vizier and pressed his lips to the palm of crumpled white paper, which can not be read, perhaps actually dated 1936 a ticket to the show, which had its own card with nothing in common.
Jafar was absorbed in thoughts of the unknown girl.
According to his assumptions should explain the work differently. This should bring the card, not the person. Something had to go wrong.
But what? He would later have to re-read all the magic and do some logical conclusion.
"Fire!" She screamed Yago, spread its wings and soared into the air, but eventually landed on the desk, where he began to march and finally snatched a few scorched feathers of the tail is grabbed and angrily pointed Jafar, "it got out that I m it is helping you, and I soon oškubanej straight into the pan. "
Jafar but lamenting his parrot forgotten.
Thoughtfully rubbing his manicured black beard and looked on their shelves secret poisons that laboriously gathered from a mysterious oriental Egypt to India, but not in actually not looking at them, Jaho somewhere outside this region.
At the moment it happened a lot and that he was in no mood to deal with something extra and is still waiting for his audience with the sultan.
Preferably but he had to bring the girl.
Without a word, he turned on his heel and strode began to climb the stone stairs to his long cape swirling current stale dust.
"Jafarrr, you're not listening!" Yago cawed and flew his master. If not sit on your shoulder in a timely manner, should remain in the cellar long enough to starve there, luckily his master participated in this room quite often.
"We have more important things to do than you ever complain, Yago," the wizard said in his deep authoritative voice that intimidating.
"I'll always be reminded," forgive important to realize ARA.
When he emerged from his dark kingdom in the bowels of the basement of the palace, the royal guards found the vizier.
"I was immediately brought the young woman to find a just moved into the palace," he growled viciously and his faithful guardian rather retreat a step back when he turned obsidian eyes blacker than the darkest night Arabic.
After giving an accurate description of its transitional prisoners headed for the hallway.
"I hate the audience," Yago forgive, stuck out his tongue in disgust and waved at his side when he heard nobody, "People always want to do something. Babble and blab, begging, kneeling. I do not like it."
Then he paused for a moment before returning it relentlessly discouraged: "What's that girl doing Jafarrr What if you do nothing it might be nice but that's about it, that we could sell it to rot in prison, her shame?" Yago rubbing feathers over his plan for himself to gain more money.
"Well, that's not a bad idea, after all in that little head Yago have any brains," mused Jafar himself and his thoughts were fixed to different conclusions do with it ...
Rose was amused by the palace guards dressed in wide linen trousers and a black vest, which was good to see them developed chest and hand muscles of hard training. Both had dark beard and his hands folded on his chest. She nodded toward her and made připitomnělé face.
Rose thought stomp on your foot, but then she ran around impossibly large sword at his waist, which was soon, as happened when he ran out the door and the other guard when he saw her, he began to shout: "Stop! Do not run!"
Rose's eyes widened. Damn.
Now it was hard. How to survive this madness? Quickly fled with a group of palace guards in tow.
It was her very well because she wore shoes with a heel, so she had to take off quickly. Bosa ran into the streets of Agrabah and under his fingers felt the hot sand to prevent unsightly dark piles of local animals.
Ugh.
Well it just did not feel well in an old coat, which was quickly pulled away, she looked all like an overgrown vulture or at least fur balls.
She had no time to look around the beauty of Arab towns and ran for his life, but when she turned the corner of one of the sandstone houses, harshly slammed into his barrel chest guards, who nadběhl until she fell hard on his butt in the dust. Coat with a little lightly uncover and reveal the dark blue dress ends above the knee, and through this delicate white lace coat.
But he raised both hands while she was still dizzy.
"We got it, and now to the Sultan," Zavel strongest.
"Wait Ahmed, Jafar said that we have to make it with him?" He asked another.
"Well, where do you think now about the Vizier's blunt head?"
"Oh," the guard finally happened.
Rose actually recovered and tried to resist.
To no avail. The hand clutching shoes whose heels tried to brutally attack the man, but několiak wounds quickly get rid of shoes and threw them.
"My shoes, you barbarians!" Rose screamed until she Agrabah inhabitants began to spin.
Constantly he threw himself from the modern insults, people who do not understand, but they had their task. Disobey vizier, especially as Jafar was not worth anyone.
Ahmed Ramul dragged a reluctant prisoner to the palace like a sack of wheat.
Rose was incredibly hot, fast breathing and did not know what to do, these monkeys refused to let her and she knew that once it closes, it will end.
Dirty sandy streets of the city slowly replaced with gold and silk decorated corridors grand palace.
Shortly before them appeared a huge three-meter double doors.
The guards did not wait until the audience is over and burst straight.
Rose saw the room, which became a sort of dome with tall columns at the sides, where you could see the whole city at your fingertips and in front of the majestic throne in the shape of an elephant's head, tusks, which accounted for the rest of the monarch.
Those idiots Rose went ahead after the green carpet.
Someone kneeling in front, maybe a body or officer, bowed before the sultan and his tutor his request, which has now been swept aside when Ramul Ahmed threw another surprising pokukujícího little man who almost fell off the turban from his head.
Rose cried when hit on his knees, fortunately not fret, because they are prevented from grandma's warm coat, under which felt like a cake that is slowly hell.
Angrily, he swallowed and finally looked up.
If eyes could kill, he would have rolled dead bodies.
On the throne in front of her sat a man who resembled her plump apple. He was wearing light-colored clothing, and his face was adorned with a white beard, he looked at her somewhat similar amazement, then got up view slowly moves into the dark figure beside the throne, who has faced satisfied condescending smile and looked at her from the floor.
The girl froze and ran down his spine.
Again?
"What does it mean?" Sultan spoke.
Thus the first chapter of my new stories to create a co-author of one sweet osůbkou. We work gradually and slowly, so please be patient, but the story does not lack anything is possible and impossible.
It is essentially a transcript from Disney's Aladdin, he suggested to me a great idea, because I read something similar from a story by American writer Hercules focused on the snake and girls of today.
Rose gradually mixed with lots of character and completely change the course of the original happening, so stay tuned. The short story must be realistic not a fairy tale, the violence, drama, sex and romance, as well as a description of Muslim culture. Let yourself be surprised :-)
Just a note - I am Czech, and I give the story compiler, so it will hopefully give a little :-) Always read it yet but then komtroluji few words about me or inflection can slip off.