Author's Note: Hello there, readers. Alright, so here's the summary: Based off two tales of the young man, this story is the tale of Aladdin 2,000 years after the death of his original wife. Before he became married, he became immortal, and has never died since then. A clan of sorcerers who are following the evil sorcerer's dying wish chase Aladdin for as long as he is alive. However, when he meets Jasmine, nothing is the same.
Prologue~
Up above the sky was thundering, clouds rolling in the distance. As Aladdin looked up, he could feel drops of water splash lightly onto his face. He took a deep breath in, reveling in the last breath of serenity he could muster before leaving where he had to go. He knew for a fact that for the next 100 years, he would not be able to look up to the sky and sigh in relief and serenity. And with that thought, he stopped and opened his eyes to the vision in front of him.
Standing in front of him was his enemy. His land. He'd often played on the streets as a child and as he grew older, he would scavenge for food. Not because he wanted to, but because he had no money. And the only company he could afford was his mother who was often ill.
He slowly took in his surroundings: the cobblestoned street and the little shops and markets that littered the small street. There were bright, festive colors that tainted the tops of the booths, but were slightly raggedy and a bit worn from the years of use. It often smell of fruit and animal, which wasn't the most pleasant combination. There was always a crowd here, even the midst of the nighttime, when Aladdin would stroll the streets for peace. Vendors stood their place behind their booths, shouting loudly when a person walked by to sell their products.
Aladdin knew that he had to leave his home, his everything. Where he grew, where he fell in love, when he fought an evil sorcerer...
His heart panged with silent longing for his dead wife, Badroulbadour, who had passed many weeks ago. And with that final ache, he turned his back, and for the first time in his entire life, he ran not for his own life, but for her own.