Hey! Since my Scrubs Fic went so well I've decided to do another future fic with original characters. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Aladdin, just my own OC's

Rali's POV

I giggled as I curled up in bed, my faithful pet tiger cub Kanjer snuggled into my side. My mother, queen Jasmine, sat at the edge of my bed, my favourite story book in her hand as she waited for me to get settled.

"Are you ready Rali?" she asked. I nodded patting Kanjer's stripy head. His eyes opened, great amber orbs staring up at my mother. Mother smiled as she opened the book starting on the first of the very worn pages.

In the city of Agrabah, long ago, everything was ruled by one man. His name was Mafiar, father of the evil vizier Jafar, and he was a very cruel man. He would use his power of transformation to only take and never give back.

For years Mafiar had perfected his shape shifting powers that were born with him to seize the kingdom. When the time had been right he had stormed the kingdom in his most monstrous form, something only described as "the Beast." It couldn't be described anyway else because anyone who gets a glimpse is the one being killed.

The people did nothing to stop him. Instead they lived in fear of this man and his powers for many years. That is until one day, a man, over ten feat tall, completely covered in a dark blue cloak wandered his way into the dessert located city. People followed him through the dirty streets as he made his way slowly towards the palace.

Word was sent ahead to Mafiar that a new comer to the city was on his way. He was thrilled at the idea at another soldier, especially one as huge as him. The blue robed man was welcomed into the throne room. He never spoke as he was given a tour of the castle. When he was brought to the throne room Mafiar was outraged when the stranger did not speak to him when he was asked for his name.

"I AM THE RULER OF THIS CITY AND YOU ANSWER WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU!" he had shouted in his over sophisticated voice. The stranger merely chuckled at him.

"You killed the rightful ruler of this city and I have come to set things right." was all he said in an oddly calm voice. Mafiar watched in bewilderment as at that moment, the stranger tore off his cloak with a clawed, metal hand. He staggered back at the sight before him.

The figures body was covered completely in a thick gold and black armour, that was connected tightly to each limb with only small lines separating them, exposing thin slivers of light brown scaly skin. The four arms that probed out the sides of its torso each held a curved sword in gigantic clawed fists. But that wasn't what had scared Mafiar into a stupor. It was in fact that where the mans head should have been, there was a long cobra's neck and head.

A forked tongue flickered out between the snake mans lips as he hissed warningly at the skinny man cowering in the corner. Two fangs at the front of its mouth, accompanied by small ones lining his gums were all curved and sharpened like daggers.

Mafiar drew in a shaky breath as the snake man positioned himself in front of him, swords drawn and swinging around in a waiting gesture.

"My name is Shaster and I have travelled far from the desserts that surround this city. When I have disposed of you this city shall be free once more." said the snake man.

Mafiar smirked at him and stood tall. Before Shaster's keen snake eyes he began to change. His size grew to one that matched Shaster's. His body grew hairy with thick clumps of black and light brown fur. An ugly wrinkled snout took the place of his nose and under it, two rows of knife sharp teeth overlapped his upper lip. Claws the size of daggers grew instantly from the paws that replaced his hands and feet. Muscles grew all over the oversized body and spikes projected upwards from the arched back and shoulders.

When he had finished his transformation he faced Shaster, snarls and snaps sounding from deep in his throat. Shaster simply gripped his swords tighter before he charged at the animalistic form.

The battle between Mafiar and Shaster was long and gruelling. Flesh was torn and blood spilled in the fight for freedom. Eventually Mafiar was overpowered and defeated. To serve as his punishment his body and spirit were separated. His body was destroyed while his spirit was enclosed into a jar and buried beneath the sands outside the city gates. Bloodied and battered from the fight, Shaster exited the palace to find a crowd of towns people gathered outside.

Apparently the fight had attracted a lot of attention. The crowd was silent, all its occupants waiting for Shaster to tell of what happened. This silence lasted until a little boy was shoved forward. A group at the front began to laugh but was silenced instantly by Shaster's harsh snake eyed glare.

The little boy was shaking in front of him as he stared up at the giant snake man. Shaster smiled warmly down at the little boy and used two of his hands to hoist the little boy into the air above his head, the other two let out three deafening claps to grab the attention of the crowd. The little boy screamed loudly and rolled into a tight ball but soon realised that nothing was happening. As he opened his eyes and uncurled his body a booming voice called out.

"PEOPLE OF THE CITY! THE EVIL MAFIAR IS DEAD! AND I HAVE DECIDED THAT YOUR NEW LEADER, WITH THE HELP OF SOME TUTORS, WILL BE THIS YOUNG BOY! SULTAN…" he stopped and looked up at the boy expectantly.

"Danji." the little boy said timidly.

"SULTAN DANJI!" and with that Shaster set the little boy down and made his way towards the exit of the city.

It is said that when he walks by the sand storms fly higher and stronger then they ever have before. Legend tells that he walked north for four nights and five days, past a beautiful oasis until he reached a giant snake head made from polished rock. He buried himself in the sand under that rock and awaited for a time when he would be needed once again.

I stared up at mother, eyes wide. She smiled at me as she shut the book.

"Rali, do you know why that story is so important to us?" I shook my head. "Because that young prince is your grandfather." my eyes widened. Mother smiled at me, leaning over and kissing my forehead.

"Get some sleep my baby." she whispered.

"Mother! I'm six, not a baby." I whined as I felt my eyes growing groggy. As I was slipping into sleep I spotted a shape in the doorway.

"Daddy?" I asked. I heard a chuckle as a tall man with shaggy black hair walked into the room. He approached mother and wrapped his arms around her waist. Mother giggled.

"Aladdin, not now." I hid under my covers, hating whenever my parents got all lovey dovey in front of me. I felt my blankets being pulled away from my head and soon was looking into my dads brown eyes.

"Go to sleep son." I grinned up at him.

"Okay daddy." I said before snuggling down into my covers and falling asleep.

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