War of Brothers

Chapter 1 A New Plan

By: Major144

Disclaimer: I do not own Aladdin. This is just a story for fun.

Above the desert a hot air ballon floated through the sky. Attached to the ballon was a cage with two unhappy occupants. The occupants of the cage were Mozenrath and his pet eel Xerxes. The two had suffered another humiliating defeat at the hands of Aladdin and friends and to add insult to injury Mozenrath had lost his gauntlet. The young sorcerer looked down at his skeletal right hand with a mixture of hate and disgust. The hand was a reminder of the price Mozenrath had paid for the gauntlet's power. That though made Mozenrath even angrier.

Mozenrath cursed Aladdin and his luck. The street rat didn't have to work hard and sacrifice anything to get the powers of a genie on his side. That power was practically handed to Aladdin on a sliver platter! Never in his whole life had Mozenrath hated someone so much. The only other person that came to Mozenrath's mind was his former master Destane, who had tortured Mozenrath for several years straight as he taught him magic. When Mozenrath was strong enough he turned on Destane, killing him and turing him into a mamluk. The thought brought a small bit of joy to Mozenrath as he thought about doing the same thing to Aladdin. Mozenrath became interrupted by his thoughts by Xerxes.

"Out of air." Said the eel.

Mozenrath looked up to see that the hot air balloon was indeed losing air and the cage was descending to the ground. By luck the cage was descending into the Land of the Black Sand.

"Home!" Cheered Xerxes.

Mozenrath didn't respond. The balloon landed on the ground with a small thud. Some sand around the cage moved and a couple of mumluks burst out of the ground. The undead creatures head towards the cage and recognized their master.

"Break the lock and free me." Ordered Mozenrath.

The mumluks swung their swords breaking the lock and freeing Mozenrath and Xerxes. Mozenrath covered his right hand with his cape as he and Xerxes made their way make to their palace. Once they arrived Mozenrath put a regular glove on his right hand to cover it. The sorcerer then went into a kind of slump on his throne as he played all his past battles with Aladdin and his friends over and over through his head. He barely slept and he only ate, when Xerxes brought him food and told him he needed to eat. This went on for over a month.

Mozenrath thought about all his plans and the forces and creatures he had used against Aladdin. Then it hit Mozenrath. Aladdin won all those battles because he had a team of friends, who all had their unique skills. All Mozenrath had were monsters and mumluks, both of which could be outsmarted. Mozenrath needed to surround himself with forces that had unique skills. Mozenrath need to gather some new forces. He and Xerxes went down to one of the dungeons and threw it open. Chained to one of the walls was Amin Damoola. The thief clothes were torn and old, but other then that he looked fine.

"Oh master Mozenrath what can I do for you?" Asked Amin as he saw an opportunity to be let out of the dungeon.

"Quite you. I have a job for you." Said Mozenrath.

"Whatever it is I'll do it." Said Amin.

Mozenrath raised his left hand and fired a tiny spark of magic freeing Amin from his shackles. Mozenrath may not have had his gauntlet, but he still had a bit of magical power in him. Mozenrath reached into his cape and pulled out two shoes that had little wings on them. Amin took the shoes and put them. The wings on the shoes began flapping and Amin was in the air.

"I want you to find the most vile evil beings you can and bring them here. I will gather a force like no other and crush Aladdin and his friends once and for all. With them out of the way I will conquer the Seven Deserts!" Said Mozenrath.

"Right away Mozenrath you can count on me!" Shouted Amin as he flapped his shoes and banged his head into the celling. "I meant to do that." He said as he left the dungeon rubbing his head.

"Fool." Said Xerxes.

"Yes, but who knows he might actual bring someone useful back." Said Mozenrath.

The two of them left the dungeon. Unaware of a ghostly figure watching them. The figure was tall and slender, with haughty, a twisted goatee beard, dressed in long robes, a turban, carrying a staff that looked like a snake. The figure was named Jafar and for a long time he had been watching both Aladdin and Mozenrath as a ghost. He had witnessed all the battles between Aladdin and Mozenrath. The evil sorcerer had been trying to find a way to come back to life and restore his powers. It was tricky since the only things that could see Jafar in his current were dead things like the mumluks were the things that could actual see him. Jafar flew around the castle looking around until he came upon an odd mumluk with slightly fancier clothes and a beard. Jafar looked at the mumluk and saw a tiny bit of intelligence it it's eyes.

"Your an interesting one." Said Jafar.

"Who...you?" Muttered the mumluk.

"I'm just a ghost lurking around, but lets see what makes you tick." Said Jafar as he touched the mumluk forehead with his hand.

There was a small flash of light and Jafar was able to talk to the spirit that dwelled in the mumluk.

"There now that's better. Now who are you?" Said Jafar.

"Your a...very skilled sorcerer. I...am Destane. The true ruler of the Black Sands. Until that...traitor Mozenrath took over." Said Destane.

"Destane you say. I'm a huge fan of your work." Said Jafar.

"Thank you." Said Destane.

"It appears that we've both suffered at the hands of some young upstart. I think we can help each other and get revenge." Said Jafar.

"I like...that sound of that." Said Destane.

"All we need is a little bit of magic and then will be restored." Said Jafar.

"Lets let my apprentice...do that for use. I'm sure an opportunity will...present itself." Said Destane.

The two sorcerers began plotting and scheming their revenge.

To be continued.