Part I- Stiff as a Stone

The book I am reading at the moment hardly interested my fancy. Though I didn't have a choice; at least I say that I don't. I just didn't want him to feel outlandish around my presence, so every once and awhile, I glance up at him, just to observe what he is doing.

He grabs a potion bottle filled with a magenta substance, and allows only one or two drops seep through and fall into the blue liquid, changing it's color to a dark violet. He places the potion aside as he reads the next steps from the spell volume. I can't decipher much except the phrase 'Era to the Ends' and that is all. Perhaps I didn't pick the world-class seat, but it is a bigger improvement than on the floor.

Now that I saw the brief information from the spellbook, I can't stop the flooding of theories splashing inside my curious mind. I can't ask him, nor steal the book from him. Waiting for a millennium will make me forget that the topic ever existed. So, Era to the Ends; what is it? As time passes by, I finish the uninteresting book. Quietly, I creep out of the study quarters and to the bed chambers as quick as I can before Mozenrath notices I'm gone.

Mahir waits for me when I open the door, jumping up and down and purring against my legs. The poor leopard hardly knows of the peaceful life outside the border, not that here leads a tedious life. Here, where I spent my time for as long as I could remember, with him as we were both children. My grasp the ruby pendant around my neck as if I squeeze hard enough, life would emerge. It didn't.

Just like that. Nothing is the same and everyone is as stiff as a stone.

Part II- Those 3 Words

Another day has dawned when my eyes slowly open to the radiation of sunrise. The hues of coral and scarlet blind my eyes for a moment before my vision clears out. It was rare for sunrise to embark upon the land of darkness, but, like I said, it was rare. I turn my head where the necromancer finally went to bed last night. Honestly, I can believe that he stayed up all night before falling asleep. Usually, he is the one to wake me, I guess the tables have turned now.

I gaze down at his peaceful form, seeming harmless when he isn't. He is harmless to me. But that is my own thinking. Sometimes, I question myself on what love is now? I felt the chemistry years ago, now is the present. I have changed and so has he. What else can I do? Our relationship that was long ago is wiped from his mind now. He doesn't remember, the poison prevents him to be able to remember. The parts in his mind only crave power...does it matter?

Love is power. But if it is, why haven't I harnessed enough to remove the poisonous injection? Is it because he doesn't love me back? Or do I really love him as much as I claim? He's gone. The boy I knew is gone, taken away by that demon.

I had the option to leave years ago, but, I couldn't leave him here. I vowed to find a way to imprison the dark magic, and bring him back. I tried and I failed humorlessly. I'm not brave, and I might not love him enough to look him in the eye and say those 3 words out of millions.

I….Love….You….

A tear streams down my cheeks.

So, this is my first fanfiction involving Aladdin. Bare with me readers, and tell me if you would want the story to continue. Not much is known about Mozenrath's and the narrator's background, only that they knew each other for quite a while. I'm not sure where the story is heading, but I know how it will end. Enjoy and thank you for reading!