Hateful Flames of Magik
"How dare they!" Mozenrath bellowed, the anger in his voice was obvious. Xerxes slithered beneath a nearby pillow; he knew better than to bother his master when he was in a mood like this. The mage's temper had gotten the best of him this time, and in an eruption of rage he loosed a bolt of arcane fire at the chandelier overhead. The chandelier hit the ground releasing a shower of crystal shards about the room. "Well I feel a little better now." Mozenrath remarked with a smirk. Xerxes, realizing that his master had calmed down some, came out of hiding and approached.
"We plan now?" The eel asked timidly
"Yes Xerxes, we will plan." The master said with a familiar grin across his lips. His gloved hand came up to stroke his chin, "And they will suffer worse pain than they could ever imagine." Mozenrath then entered into a fit of maniacal laughter. Xerxes didn't understand, but mimicked his master's behavior.
The six elders of the counsel of Tarendia met to discuss their newest problem. No more than a day ago the young sorcerer, Mozenrath, and a small army of his Mamluks under his control attacked the city. "I have called this meeting" the leader began, "because our peace has become threatened." The elders nodded in agreement, "As we all know the fiend Mozenrath demands our obedience. He demands for our children to be made into his mindless servants, and nearly all of our wealth for his 'protection'! We cannot allow ourselves to be bullied by him or by anybody! If not for the use of the null-magik field created by the stones, we would not have been able to fend him off." The other five members began to talk among themselves about the situation.
"But as long as we have the stones" spoke up one of the elders, "we have the ability to keep him at bay." The man pulled out a single stone attached a necklace from under his robes. The other members nodded as the pulled out theirs.
It was at the moment that there was a sudden explosion outside the chamber. The members of the counsel exchanged worried looks as they realize that their enemy had returned. They got up from the table and proceed to the courtyard for a better view of the city. As they arrived, their fears were confirmed, Mozenrath had returned. The sand of the desert in the area had become black, a signature of the young sorcerer. Flames were visible as they engulfed the city, and floating overhead was the sinister sorcerer.
"So are you old fools ready to surrender? This time your little trick won't save you." The sorcerer yelled as he raised a clenched fist. Mozenrath then waved both of his hands around invoking his arcane power.
"You know your power has no control of the Elders of the Concordant Sands Mozenrath!" The elder of the counsel yells at him, "As long as we have the six stones of power, you cannot harm us!" The old men the joined hands in a circle as the six stones began to glow blue. Suddenly a ray of blood red energy shot out from Mozenrath's bare hands, but as it was about to strike elders, a field of blue energy blocked the destructive power. Mozenrath grunted in anger as he reached deeper into himself for more power, and unleashed another blast. The blue field remained.
"The likes of you will never win Mozenrath!" An elder shouted. "Do not forget that when you mother attacked us twenty years ago, we were more than capable of defeating her. You are nothing but a young sorcerer living in her shadow!" This angered Mozenrath, his violet eyes began to flare with magikal energy.
"How dare you compare me to her? I am faster, stronger, and more powerful than she will ever be! I will pass her, and destroy her!" His rage was almost out of control. "Mamluks Attack!" Mozenrath then snapped his fingers and twelve of the Arabian zombies emerged from the glamour that hid them and surrounded the elders. The old men the pulled their scimitars, ready to engage this new foe. Each blade flashed designating a different energy alignment: Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Positive, and Negative. In a matter of moments, a bladed arc of multi colored light tore the squad of Mamluks asunder.
"I see the rumors of the elemental blades were true, yet another spoil for me to take from you." Mozenrath said as he stroked his chin. The Elders then grabbed their ancient stones and point them at Mozenrath.
"Run now like your mother did, and never return!" The eldest announced to Mozenrath, "or suffer a life without your precious magik!" Mozenrath sneered at their threat, and with a wave of his hand a field of black energy began to surround him.
"Do your worst." Mozenrath said in a very deep and irritated tone. The old men began to chant their ancient spell, and the arc of yellow light danced from stone to stone. Mozenrath started to cast the counter spell to the ancient magik, and as both parties finished their spells collided. Mozenrath's black counter spell was not enough to protect him; his black energy field was overwhelmed by the bright golden energy of the elders. The light pierced his shield, and stuck into his flesh, causing him to let out a horrid scream of pain. His back arched in an impossible angle as his skin began to darken. Finally the wave of light ended, leaving a blackened body floating in the air, the old men looked on in astonishment. Mozenrath's body then began to break apart into black sand, which slowly trickled down to the ground. The old men relaxed and sheathed their scimitars knowing that Mozenrath was no more.
"It would seem that his body had become so dependant upon magik to hold it together." The eldest stated aloud, "Striking him with a wave of anti-magik simply destroyed him outright. If he had been more human, he would have been drained of his magik, ensuring that he would never use the art again."
Just as the old men relaxed, there was a sudden slice across the leader's stomach. A gout of blood burst forth from the man as Mozenrath suddenly appeared holding a black scimitar in his gloved hand. The man fell to his knees his blood absorbed by the warm sand. "So you managed to destroy my simulacrum." Mozenrath smiled as he sliced the old man across his back. "It really is amazing how easy it is to predict your actions, and now you are at my mercy!" The old men then drew their scimitars again, but they were too late. Mozenrath waved his gloved hand, and bars of black force appeared around them, tapping in them all in a single cage like wild a pack of animals. Xerxes then came out of hiding to join his master. The eel stuck out its tongue at the other six men as he wrapped around his master's neck.
"You will never get away with this! The other nations will not stand for this!" The eldest said as he rose to his feet.
"Oh, but you are wrong old man! I will succeed were my mother has failed, and your miserable deaths are just the beginning." Mozenrath then looked into his familiar's eyes, and they nodded at each other. "You however, will have the chance to help me test my newest spell." Mozenrath smiled as he started to invoke the magik, causing black energy to swirl around him.
"True power can only be achieved by embracing your heart, and yours is cold and black. You will never have true power." The old men just stood there as the eldest said this. Mozenrath did not respond with words, but by finishing his spell. Black fire erupted from his gloved hand, flying through the bars of the cage, and striking the eldest of the group. The man let out a scream and the flames burned away at the man, though it did not seem to be harming his flesh, but his spirit. The scream brought only laughter to Mozenrath's mouth, causing Xerxes to mimic the action. The fire did not stop there; it then spread to the other men, doing the same to them. In a matter of moments of screaming and agony, the fires finished burning their souls, and their body disintegrated into ash, which fell through the bars to the sand below. Mozenrath then dismissed his cage, and walked to their remains claiming their swords and stones.
"Now that I have these, I can put my next plan into affect." Mozenrath said as he held the six stones in his hand. Xerxes looked down at the scimitars, "Oh, those are just an additional bonus I was not aware of." He paused for a moment of contemplation, "They should look good on above the mantle in the study." Mozenrath then snapped his fingers, and a hundred Mamluks then rose up from the sand ready to follow Mozenrath's command.
"Destroy all the people in this town, but keep their bodies intact! My supply of Mamluks is running low, and so I am not too picky about what remains. Even women and children, kill them all!" Mozenrath then pointed out to the city and then the army started to march drawing their swords. Mozenrath then patted his familiar on his head, in then they both broke apart into black sand as Mozenrath called upon his teleportation magik to return him back to his citadel. As he disappeared, he let out his laughter one last time, laughter that would haunter the minds of his new subjects.
Copyright 2005 by Nelio Belmont. The characters from the Aladdin series which appear here are property of and copyrighted 1992-95 by The Walt Disney Company and used without permission. The others are mine. Some Characters were also used without permission by Wendy Welch Lee fanfiction. You may distribute this work provided this notice is included and distribution is not done for monetary gain. Please do not post this work to any newsgroups and/or sites without my permission. Disclaimer: Any typos/misspellings are the fault of my word processor and errant electrons that may have passed in the dark.