Hi! So, while this isn't my first story, this is my first story on Fanfiction. I hope you like it. I love Aladdin too, so I just had to do it! Enjoy my friends and not friends.
Disclaimer: I have no rights whatsoever over Aladdin or anything Aladdin related. I wish I did though.
Chapter One:
The water rippled and a splash was heard. Screams of fright were heard as they begged her to come back, telling her it was too dangerous. But she didn't listen, not when she had seen an eight year old girl trip in. She fought against the current and it was no match for her. After all, she didn't get her name for nothing.
She easily spotted the young girl and quickly grabbed her. The girl had already passed out from lack of air, but she would not be deterred. If there was any chance of saving that girl, she knew she had to get her out of there, and now. She swam towards the surface, and a second later, she broke through.
"Look, there they are! Someone quick, throw them a line!" A voice shouted and soon a rope landed beside them. Usually she wouldn't accept help like this, but with the girls life on the line, she grabbed the rope and held onto it firmly, yanking it once to let them not she had it. Soon she was flying through the water, her free arm still tightly wrapped around the other girls.
A second later, they made it back to land and she dragged the girls unconscious body to the surface. As soon as they were both out of the water, she instantly checked for a pulse. When she didn't feel one at first, she began to panic. But a second later, she felt the faint, but still there pulse and she could see the small rising and falling of the girls chest.
"Somebody, quick, call an ambulance!" She shouted before she began the process of CPR. People all around were freaking out, but she did he best not to pay attention. This girls life was on the line after all.
However, after going through the process five times, she feared that she was too late. But she wouldn't give up. This girl deserved a chance at life, especially since she had barely began to live. The people had now crowded after her, and thankfully had calmed down. However, it had grown quiet when the girl had yet to breath. The mood went from panic to sullen in less than a few minutes and the sound of approaching ambulances were heard.
"Come on." She muttered as she did the process once more. No one noticed when her hands glowed a faint bluish color.
The sound of coughing was heard and the young girl sat up instantly as she spat sea water and algae out. Everyone cheered while the girl smiled. She had done it, she saved the girls life.
A crying mother instantly ran forward and took the young girl into her arms. "Oh, my baby! I thought I had lost you. My dear Leah, never do that again." She sobbed as she held the girl tightly, but not enough to hurt her more. Then the mother turned to her daughters savior. "Oh, thank you so much! What is you name, my dear?" She asked.
The girl smiled. "There's no need to thank me. My name is Amy, Amy Harris." She responded before the woman left her daughter long enough to hug the older girl before the ambulance pulled up and the responders quickly approached the small soaked group.
"What happened here?" The first doctor asked and the woman looked up with a watery smile. "My daughter fell into the river and this young woman here saved her life." She answered with a giggle. She was so happy her baby had survived.
The responder nodded before turning towards Amy. "I'll need to take you both to the hospital to have you checked over." He explained and Amy nodded. Against Amy's wishes, both girls were loaded onto gurneys and taken straight to the hospital.
I am Amy Harris.
Arabian Sea
Several hours had passed since the accident and I was finally released from the hospital. The girl had to stay over night because the doctors wanted to make sure all the water had been drained from her longs. After one more teary thank you from the girls mother, I finally left the hospital.
From there, though, I didn't know where to go.
My mother, I never met her. From what my father had used to tell me, she was amazing. He'd even go as far as to call her a goddess. It had always made him chuckle, given the fact that were Greek and my father had been a strong believer in the Gods and Goddesses. Of course, I was too.
I'm sure it's been noticed that I've said had. My father died when I turned eleven. On that day too. He'd been driving to get my cake when it happened. When the police showed up, I remembered getting scared, and when they informed me of my dad, I ran.
Now, your probably wondering how I managed to get away from several grown men, cause they did chase me. It's simple really, I jumped into the river. And I swam. And swam. Never once looking back on my old life. I just swam for hours on end, only coming up for air when I needed, which was usually every few hours. I didn't know how, but I could breath underwater.
It was one of the reasons I was so good in water. And that little girls saving grace obviously. I'd save many lives during my travels because of my ability. I often wondered where these strange magical powers had come from. Or if they were even magical. My guess was my mother.
It didn't matter though. After my fathers death, I spent several years just traveling around the United States. My dad and I had lived in Indiana when he had been killed. Since then, I had moved all the way to Washington State. Which was where I was staying at this time. I loved it here, because it rained so much. And rain was like energy to me. Any water was really.
But I never stayed in one place for long. Doing so meant becoming attached. And since I had lost my dad, I couldn't afford to get attached.
There was one thing, though, that I couldn't help but be attached too. It was a movie my father had once shown me, when I was eight years old. It was called Aladdin and it was probably my all time favorite movie.
In fact, when I had run from home, it had been the one thing I had had time to grab. And though I knew the original disk wouldn't work because of all the times I had traveled through water, I could not find the strength to get rid of it. So it stayed with me, for ten years.
I suppose since you've heard my life story, you'd like to know what I looked like? Simple enough. I had an olive tone skin, darkened by the years I spent traveling in the sun. I also had curly, dark brown hair that I usually kept braided and in a pony tail. I haven't gotten a hair but in about four years, and my hair was down to my lower waist, even in a braided pony tail.
My eyes were brown, and several people I had met- mostly men- have said I have one of the most enchanting eyes they have ever met. I don't think so though. They look like plain, brown eyes to me. But whatever, right? Basically, I looked like your average young adult Greek woman.
With a sigh, I began making my way through the streets. I had a campsite I had put together not to far from here. I might as well make my way there since it was so late. Sleep would be a good idea since I planned on traveling some more tomorrow.
When I made it back, the sun had fallen and the evening air had cooled somewhat. Crickets chirped as I settled into the tent that night. I had stolen the tent about five years ago and it really came in handy. Even if it was a burden to carry around. But, that's why I was grateful for the bike I had managed to find about a month later. It had a basket I could set the tent in. it wasn't too big, just a tent for one kind of thing. But it was perfect.
With that, I sighed and wrapped the ragged and worn blanket to my chest and looked up. Though I couldn't see the stars, I still made my wish.
"I wish I could finally be happy. And have a family." I whispered before allowing my mind to fall into the dark void of my subconscious.
Arabian Sea
The next morning, I woke up covered in sweat. I frowned. Usually it wasn't hot enough to make me sweat like this, especially in Washington. But the air felt thick and dry, nothing like what I'm used to. I pushed myself off the soft ground before pausing.
Soft?
Leaning down, I poked the floor of the tent and gasped when a duvet was made. Something wasn't right here. I fell asleep on the hard forest ground, not soft and almost- sand like.
With a frown, I cautiously stepped over to the zipper and unzipped it. I gasped when I opened it. I knew I was no longer in Washington, not with a desert surrounding me. I took a step out and looked around. This was definitely not Washington.
I looked down at myself and gasped when I saw I was no longer wearing the blue jeans and purple tank top had become accustomed to, but instead a simple brown cloak that covered me from head to two. I lifted my hood up for a bit of shade and looked around.
I gasped for a third time when I saw, right in front of me, the most magnificent city I had ever seen. And one that was vaguely familiar. I knew that I had to go there though because there was no way I could survive in the desert. I walked cautiously towards the city, not even realizing I had no shoes on, or what I was about to get myself into.
The minute I stepped into the city, I instantly recognized the people here were Arabian. They all were bustling through the city and I smiled in amazement as I made my way through the city. This was definitely something I had never seen before. And I loved it.
I walked up to where a vendor was selling fruits and looked over them all. They were all very nice looking and my stomach grumbled. I was starving. I glanced up and noticed that the man was not paying attention. Quickly, I snatched an apple and began to nonchalantly walk away. However, luck was not on my side.
"Stop! Thief!" The vendor shouted from behind me and the people gasped as I took off. I knew the consequences, having studied Arabian culture before, and I was not interested in having my arm cut off. So I ran as fast as I could, but I could hear the guards quickly approaching.
I turned into an alley, hoping I'd be able to lose them. But like I said, luck was not on my side, and I ran straight into a dead end. "Shit!" I cursed and turned away, backing away slowly as the guards approached me with sadistic grins.
"Do you know what the penalty is for stealing?" The first, and chubbiest, guard asked. I gulped and back away, only to run into a wall.
"No, fatso, but I'm sure your going to tell me." I snapped, unable to stop myself. When I get mad, I tended to speak with out thinking. The guards grin changed to a scowl after I said that and I gulped in fear.
"You'll pay for that." He snarled and I squealed when he brought his sword down. However, in was stopped when a hand suddenly reached out and took it from the guard, throwing it away.
I gasped and looked at my savior. He was a familiar looking boy who was wearing a purple vest and worn pants. "You know, Razoul, it's not nice to strike a woman. Especially a pretty one." The boy said, giving me a wink before turning to the severely pissed off guard.
I giggled before looking up at Razoul. "Aladdin. Good of you to show up. Now we can take care of two thieves in one go." Razoul snarled.
Aladdin chuckled and took my hand. "Yeah right, you've never been fast enough to catch me and you never will be. Now Abu!" Aladdin shouted and I looked up in time to see a monkey wearing a purple vest and fez drop three vases that landed on the guards heads. "Come one!" Aladdin shouted and together the two of us ran around the guards and out of the alley.
"Stop those thieves!" Razoul voice boomed as we ran through the city, laughing as we crashed through the people. Aladdin was right though, the guards were not nearly as fast as Aladdin and together we were soon able to lose them in the crowd.
After about ten minutes of running, Aladdin helped me up onto the roof of a building and that was where we were able to rest and catch our breath. I looked up at my savior again and once again noted that he looked familiar. I just couldn't make the connection yet. "You didn't have to save me, you know. Now those guards will be after you too." I finally spoke up after a few minutes of silence.
Aladdin, however, just waved away my concerns. "Don't worry about it. Those guys have been after me for years and have been unable to catch me. I doubt it'll happen anytime soon." He promised me and I nodded in relief.
"That's good. My names Amphitrite Harris. But you can just call me Amy." I told him and he smiled. "I'm Aladdin, in case you didn't figure that out already." He said with a wink before pointing to the monkey on his shoulder. "And this is Abu. He's been my best friend and only companion for years now."
I smiled at the monkey that was eying me with distrust. "Hello Abu. It's nice to meet you." I said kindly and after a second he smiled and offered his paw, which I took.
"So, where are you from Amy? It's clear your not from here." Aladdin asked and I shrugged. "Well, I'm not sure. I know my family is Greek, but that's about it. I've spent my life traveling, ever since my dad died." I replied, sticking as close to the truth as possible without giving too much away. After all, how do I really know I can trust Aladdin?
"And you mother?" Aladdin asked and this time I frowned. "My mom left us when I was a baby. I have no clue who she is or anything." I replied.
Aladdin also frowned. "That's awful. Well, if you need a place to stay, you're welcome to crash with Abu and I. You'll just need to help with getting food and everything." Aladdin told me and I nodded my agreement.
"Sounds perfect to me. I've had to steal before, I can do it again. It's how I eat, I just had some bad luck today." I frowned before smiling.
"Alright then, we'll show you to our home. Welcome to our small family."
That marks the end of the first chapter. I hope you liked it. Can anyone guess who her mother is? If you can, I'll give you a virtual cookie! Please leave a review though! I need those or I will explode! That happens to me sometimes...