Disclaimer: recognisable? Not mine.
Sandprince
Chapter 1
– Aladdin!
– Jasmine!
They wished his father and Iago all the best there was to wish on the road, they were about to come home and, you know. It was supposed to be their first night together as man and wife. And it would have been just so, but…
But for the storm.
A court chronicler bent on pulp fictionilising just about anything and everything that came his way would love to insist (and he did) that sky was pierced by torrents of excruciating rain that came down onto the couple's heads, and don't forget about their means of hovering transportation. That poor thing was drenched to the skin, or to the thread, more likely.
When the whole see-dad-and-parrot-off-then-come-back situation began to look as if nothing was about to get any worse, a tornado came out of practically nowhere.
– Hold on!
– Aladdi-i-i-in!..
Not so far away from that heart-, gut- and whatever-wrenching scene there happened to be a certain Citadel overlooking a city. A man appeared in the tower window. He watched the tornado as it tore the rug, the youth and the girl apart.
– O mighty Chaos, I am profoundly grateful.
A cat with uncharacteristically blue coat and wings kept gazing beside him. It watched the tornado and its work.
Very closely.
– Nonsense, – a cat-like animal winked at the man. Scratched. – If the likes of Aladdin get their way all the time, the world turns grim. Not to mention terribly predictable.
A hungry flea was inching closer to this nicely blue and wingy, tasty piece of tomcat. She'll partake of his blood, and grow ready to lay eggs, and then… Something heavy, shaped like a human thumb, crushed her, and she was no more.
– Thank you, – the-cat-that-was-not-really-a-cat stood up. Nodded at the man. – It's nice meeting you, and the sandbox was a delight, I admit. We should do it again sometime.