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Resurrection
A slick gloved hand pushed out of the black sand. A second, flesh-covered hand followed. Soon a head pushed out, and the figure gasped for breath, and then hauled the rest of him from the dark sand. He stood, his tattered robes flowing around his thin form.
"Finally free! After all these centuries!" the figure exclaimed, stretching unused muscles.
"Now, what to do first?" he murmured, black eyes looking over the dark landscape, "What year is it? I know Aladdin is dead, and Agrabah should be mine. But I need to regain strength and my bearings... Lets start off with something simple..."
He lifted his gloved hand to the sky, and his voice shook the ground as he murmured a spell. The wind swirled around him, unburying the lost Dead City and the Citadel around him.
"Now, I can begin again!" he roared into the night air, and his laugh echoed through the broken buildings.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Brown eyes opened, lungs of the dead breathed after so long, life began again, and the heart started to beat after turning to dust...
Where was he? His memory was hazy, broken. He remembered sand burying him, Jasmine, Jasmine had been there. He had barely saved her and his son. But... he hadn't made it, he had died with Mozenrath.... Or had he?
//Flash back//
He reached out on carpet, a wave of black sand behind them. Jasmine ahead, holding onto Ali.
"Jasmine, take my hand!" he had yelled.
She had, and he had pulled her up. But at that moment a black/blue light encircled their son, lifting him from his mother's arms.
"I won't die without at least taking one of you with me!" Mozenrath roared.
"Then you're taking me!" he had yelled, leaping off carpet and tackling Mozenrath. Ali dropped back into his Mother's arms.
"Get them out of here, carpet!" he had yelled while battling with Mozenrath.
Carpet had obliged reluctantly, and Jasmine cried out to him as they disappeared into the sky. Then the sand closed around them both. He couldn't see, couldn't breath! So hot, so horribly strange! Can't breath! Vision going, its getting darker. It's getting colder too. Darkness closing... Jasmine..
//End Flash Back//
He gasped, bringing himself out of his memories. He was alive. Why? How? Where was Jasmine and Ali? Where was he for that matter?
He couldn't remember much else besides his own death, and it scared him how hazy his memories were.
Resurrection
A slick gloved hand pushed out of the black sand. A second, flesh-covered hand followed. Soon a head pushed out, and the figure gasped for breath, and then hauled the rest of him from the dark sand. He stood, his tattered robes flowing around his thin form.
"Finally free! After all these centuries!" the figure exclaimed, stretching unused muscles.
"Now, what to do first?" he murmured, black eyes looking over the dark landscape, "What year is it? I know Aladdin is dead, and Agrabah should be mine. But I need to regain strength and my bearings... Lets start off with something simple..."
He lifted his gloved hand to the sky, and his voice shook the ground as he murmured a spell. The wind swirled around him, unburying the lost Dead City and the Citadel around him.
"Now, I can begin again!" he roared into the night air, and his laugh echoed through the broken buildings.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Brown eyes opened, lungs of the dead breathed after so long, life began again, and the heart started to beat after turning to dust...
Where was he? His memory was hazy, broken. He remembered sand burying him, Jasmine, Jasmine had been there. He had barely saved her and his son. But... he hadn't made it, he had died with Mozenrath.... Or had he?
//Flash back//
He reached out on carpet, a wave of black sand behind them. Jasmine ahead, holding onto Ali.
"Jasmine, take my hand!" he had yelled.
She had, and he had pulled her up. But at that moment a black/blue light encircled their son, lifting him from his mother's arms.
"I won't die without at least taking one of you with me!" Mozenrath roared.
"Then you're taking me!" he had yelled, leaping off carpet and tackling Mozenrath. Ali dropped back into his Mother's arms.
"Get them out of here, carpet!" he had yelled while battling with Mozenrath.
Carpet had obliged reluctantly, and Jasmine cried out to him as they disappeared into the sky. Then the sand closed around them both. He couldn't see, couldn't breath! So hot, so horribly strange! Can't breath! Vision going, its getting darker. It's getting colder too. Darkness closing... Jasmine..
//End Flash Back//
He gasped, bringing himself out of his memories. He was alive. Why? How? Where was Jasmine and Ali? Where was he for that matter?
He couldn't remember much else besides his own death, and it scared him how hazy his memories were.
