Honestly, I don't know where this idea came from, but why the hell not? Set during season 4, but written before it aired; featuring Wally and Constantine; none of the new announced main characters (Nora, Charlie, etc.) appear. There's no need to take this story seriously because it's not meant to be taken seriously.

Now we've got the announcements out of the way, let's jump into it!

There had been no battle.

The Legends had been prepared to fight when they heard of a group of Fugitives running around and drawing attention in 1904 in the newly established White River National Forest. Despite the odd location, the Legends flew their ship there, landed and looked for the Fugitives.

It did not take them long before they stumbled upon the group. From what they could see, there were Fugitives all over, casting wary glances at the time travelers. Their leader, an older man in a cloak and with a long white beard and an oak staff, approached them.

Not knowing whether this man had any good intentions or not – often, Fugitives did not have good intentions – the Legends lined up for the battle. Sara and Ava stood side by side with a determined look in their eyes while Zari, on Sara's other side, wasn't sure whether she wanted to fight this man. Wally stood next to her, eager to run and stop the bad guy one last time before heading home for the birth of his half-sister. On the far left stood Constantine, hands in his pockets and glaring at the old man. Between him and the women stood Nate and Ray, who watched each other hesitantly. At the far right was Mick, holding his heat gun lazily in his hand and waiting for the signal, so he could finally burn stuff again.

The old man – Merlin, if they were to believe Gideon – moved his staff, pointing them towards them and muttering something inaudible, his eyes fixed on the Legends.

Sara gave the command and the Legends charged. Everyone, Wally included, could not even take two steps when nausea overwhelmed them. Darkness followed, blinding. They fell on the ground, terrified and not knowing what was forcing them to the ground. Constantine yelled something incomprehensible, but whatever it was, it did not seem to help their situation. Their surroundings were swept away, their clothes were torn and their senses blindsided by the wave of magic. Constantine's shouting was gradually replaced with ringing in their ears.

The effects lasted only a couple of seconds, but that was enough for the spell to make it work.

The Legends wouldn't return soon.

Zari drew in a breath of air. No longer was she lying on the ground, but she was standing. She opened her eyes and immediately squeezed them, placing a hand over them as extra protection from the burning hot sun. It took her a while before she was used to the bright light, and then she could look around.

Two things were certain: she was no longer in the United States, and she was all alone here.

Where was here?

She had ended up in some sort of plaza – that was the closest she came to identifying her surroundings. It was this large open space with a couple of palm trees spread across the plaza. A wall closed it off, a wall that was almost twice as big as Zari was. The only way to enter the plaza was to go through an enormous white and beige house. The tiles beneath her feet were beige, too, and so were the walls. A fountain was the focal point of the plaza, laying in the middle and spouting cold, clear water.

Then there was the tiger, lazily lying about in the shade of the nearest palm tree, a torn piece of cloth next to him. Zari made sure not to approach it and just let it be in the hopes of not being attacked.

The sun burned brightly, and she could feel the warmth on her skin. Almost all over her body. Zari looked down. All the clothes she'd been wearing had been replaced and it showed a lot of skin above the belt line. Her clothes were light blue and the baggy pants covered her legs completely. Her hair was up in a ponytail. Despite the costume change, this climate would have been too hot to be wearing her superhero costume.

There was one upside to the situation: she had kept her totem. Zari placed her hand on it, happy to feel it around her neck. It weighed down on her and a certain emptiness built within her, but at least she could protect herself if something happened here. And she had the feeling something would happen.

First things first, she needed to get out of the sun into the shade of the room connected to the plaza. She might be able to think more clearly when it was cooler. And she did need to think, or more specifically, she needed to figure out where she had landed, what time period it was, and how to contact the Waverider.

The temperature seemed to drop immediately when she walked into the room. It was still warm, but the sun wasn't burning her skin anymore. She didn't immediately start to find a way out of here. Someone stood in the way, someone who just came walking in through the door on the other side of the room.

Damien Darhk.

Zari clenched her fists, her blood running cold. This could not be happening. They had just gotten rid of the man, only to come back once more. There he walked, nonchalantly coming closer as if nothing was wrong. This time, Zari was going to make sure he would stay down

Zari raised her hand, calling on the wind to aid her.

But the winds did not respond. That emptiness she was feeling might well be connected to the totem's unresponsiveness. The connection with her totem, the one that was always there and which Zari had gotten used to, was gone. Fear gripped her as she slowly lowered her hand and stared at Darhk, uncertain what he was going to do.

Darhk's frown turned into a confused smile and he stopped in his tracks. "Is that how we're greeting each other now?" He mimicked Zari's arm movement before coming even closer towards her, but still, he stayed at a respectful distance from her.

With the confusion came Damien's questionable fashions choices, which Zari hadn't noticed until now. He wore a white thawb – a white tunic that reached all the way to his ankles – without any headpiece. If he had wanted to blend in with the natives, it was a great choice, but to Zari, it looked a little ridiculous.

Damien glanced behind him once before looking at Zari, his hands folded in front of him. "I noticed your conversation with prince Achmed did not go well."

Zari blinked a couple of times. Out of all the things she imagined he would say, this did not even come close. It seemed he was attempting to start an amicable conversation with her, and that about a prince she supposedly met – a meeting that had apparently not gone well. Now, he was watching her with an expecting look, hoping she would react.

"What can I say?" Zari eventually said – she had to say something, at least –, "I didn't like him."

"That is not your call," Damien said politely. Zari folded her arms and stared at him, hoping he would continue to talk. That way, he could unknowingly give her clues as to where she was stranded.

Damien sighed and hung his shoulders. "I know you want to marry for love and all that, but…" He looked her right in the eye. "That's never going to happen."

"You don't get to tell me how to live my life," Zari shot back, piecing together the information she had received. It nearly wasn't enough yet to have a clear picture, but with a bit of luck, this would prompt Damien to elaborate.

"Actually, I do." He took one step closer and his tone shifted from polite to a less violent kind of don't-mess-with-me. "The sultan has asked me to take over a few tasks for him. No disrespect, but your father is getting old and since you don't have a husband yet, it's up to me to keep this kingdom running until you do get married."

Zari's eyes widened, a reaction she couldn't keep under control. She pushed all of the newly received information to the back of her mind and focused on just one particular piece of information.

"How is he?" she asked, almost stumbling over her words. "My father, I mean." Zari could barely believe her ears: her father was alive.

Damien nodded in response. "He's having a good day today. Hopefully, he'll have a couple of good days coming up."

Zari nodded and thanked him for information. She figured her father was ill, but at least she knew where he was. At least she knew he was alive here.

"Anyway," Damien continued, "Next time a suitor introduces himself, please keep your tiger in check." He eyed the tiger near the fountain. It was lying down and enjoying the sun, which comforted both Zari and Damien. "Luckily the prince wasn't too embarrassed. Otherwise, we would have had a war on our hands!"

Damien shortly bowed before her. "Have a nice day, princess." He turned around and walked away, back through the door, leaving Zari alone.

Zari stood there, dumbfounded by being addressed as a princess. No, focus. She shook her head and sat down on a comfortable couch in the room.

So, what has Darhk revealed? Zari was a princess and her father was the sultan. Keeping those titles in mind, as well as the climate, Damien's questionable fashion choice, and the tame animal, she had to be in an Arabian country, somewhere in the Middle East. A suitor had come, but the tiger – her tiger? – must have scared him off. Its mouth was clean and the fountain did not color red, so Achmed hadn't been hurt. Her father was alive… somehow. And also the sultan. But that was impossible if you kept in mind the place where she ended up.

Then it hit her. She realized why her surroundings seemed so familiar, why she recognized the prince's name, and why she felt like she's seen this before.

"Really?" she said in exasperation, "Aladdin?"

Why would Merlin send her off into the world of Aladdin? Or, rather, was it a surprise location even the wizard didn't know about and it just so happened that she ended up in this particular movie?

No, it was a place resembling the Aladdin movie, and familiar faces and herself acted out their predestined roles. She was princess Yasmine, then, that was obvious. Damien was a white-dressed version of Jafar, and Zari's father's doppelganger acted as the sultan.

Then another thought came up: if she was here in the castle, there had to be people out there that looked like Legends – or who maybe even were Legends stranded in the same tale as her.

If they weren't in the castle, they surely would be in the city.