Desert Fortress

"My Lord Dajari, I have caught this thief stealing from our private stores," a shaking voice crooned.

The dark eyes of Manara, a desert rider who lived off of scavenging to survive not only for herself, but for her sister, Sadira, looked down at the floor, "Manara," a cold voice spoke. "Look into my eyes."

Manara looked up and found herself staring into the eyes of a man whose dark facial hair covered his face while a dark red turban covered his head, "My Lord Dajari, I was hungry," she explained, terrified by the dark red robe that her leader wore. "My scavenging has been not plentiful as of recent…"

Lord Dajari gave Manara a look, "Because you are not looking in the right place, treasure will not be yours," he explained in a smooth voice. "Did I ever share the story of my brother, Jafar, with you?"

Manara shook her head and Dajari conjured a crystal ball to hover before them, "Jafar made his life in Agrabah and did very well for a while until he was foiled and destroyed by a street rat," Dajari explained as images of Jafar filled the crystal ball. "Jafar was always rather spoiled, but he was the younger of us and not expected to understand responsibility. Our mother always did spoil him beyond necessity."

Sighing, Dajari looked at Manara, "Agrabah has some of the greatest treasures of the known world," he explained as the picture in the crystal ball changed. "The street rat married the princess of Agrabah…"

"I know nothing of Agrabah, Lord Dajari," Manara replied before she remembered to not talk back.

Dajari nodded, "Well, now you will have the chance to learn about Agrabah because I am sending you there to collect the most valuable treasures of the kingdom!" he proclaimed in a mighty voice.

"And what would those be, my Lord?" Manara asked quietly, unsure what she was to steal.

Dajari gestured to the crystal ball, "That, my dear, I will show you," he crooned evilly. "Look!"

The Sultan's Palace, Agrabah

Fully exhausted, Jasmine lay back against the pillows in the bed where she had just spent nearly a day giving birth to twins; a boy and a girl. Aladdin and the Genie had been at her side through the ordeal.

"Well, aren't you a proud mama?" the Genie crooned excitedly as he poofed the two newborns into warm blankets and brought them over to Aladdin and Jasmine. "Do you want to hold them?"

Jasmine sighed softly as she and Aladdin took hold of their children, "Thank you so much for your help, Genie," she replied in a tired voice, smiling at him. "You're one of the few I trust to help me."

The Genie smiled, "What should we name them, Jasmine?" Aladdin asked in an eager voice.

Jasmine studied the babies for a moment, "I think our daughter should be called Cassandra, to honor your father, Aladdin," she spoke softly, smiling at the girl who was in her arms. "What do you think?"

"I think he'd like that," Aladdin replied in a somber voice. "I wish we could talk to him and Iago."

Jasmine nodded, "If it's all right with you, Aladdin, I'd like my father to name our son," she replied.

Aladdin nodded, "I'll be back in a flash with the Sultan!" Genie announced as he poofed into thin air.

In mere moments, the Genie returned with the Sultan, "Your grandchildren," Aladdin spoke proudly.

"Oh, my word!" the Sultan replied in an anxious voice as he saw the twins. "Twins! Remarkable!"

Jasmine smiled, "We've named our daughter Cassandra after Aladdin's father, Cassim," she replied in a kind voice as Cassandra cooed. "It's the least we could do since Cassim and Iago went missing."

"Yes, of course," the Sultan replied soothingly. "Aladdin, I am again sorry that happened."

Aladdin nodded, unsure of what to say because he didn't talk about his father and Iago much ever since they had disappeared in a vicious sandstorm near Agrabah shortly after the wedding. The Genie has done his best to find him, but all they had found was a few of Iago's feathers and a note from Cassim that had been half-finished. Since then, Aladdin had rarely spoken of either of them out of grief.

"What about your son?" the Sultan asked in an intrigued voice. "What have you named him?"

Jasmine and Aladdin exchanged a look, "My…my mother was named Amalia and my friend was Amal," Aladdin spoke softly. "Your Highness, I know you want your grandson named after you, but I want to honor my mother and my friend too. I think Amal would be a good name unless…you have other…"

"Pfft, I'm just happy to have grandchildren," the Sultan replied calmly. "Amal and Cassandra are lovely."

Jasmine smiled, "This is truly a happy day," the Sultan said as he looked over his new grandchildren.

Agrabah Streets

"Sadira, please," Manara spoke anxiously as she stood in an alleyway outside of a house with Sadira, her childhood friend, after reaching Agrabah to carry out Dajari's order. "How are babies a great treasure?"

Sadira gave Manara a look, "Babies continue a family, but I don't think it's a good idea for you to try and steal Aladdin's children," she spoke in a quiet voice. "Aladdin was recently made the Royal Vizier and…"

Manara sighed, "Dajari wants the children and he would not tell me why, but he said that he wanted to do something that his brother never could," she spoke quietly. "Sadira, please, I need your help."

"I am not going to help you kidnap Aladdin's children," Sadira spoke firmly. "It's against my creed."

Manara scoffed, "You have no creed, Sadira," she hissed angrily. "You're a witch and street rat."

"I want to use my powers for doing good," Sadira spoke anxiously. "I am not going to help you."

Scoffing, Manara silently walked away and into a hovel so that she could figure out how she was going to sneak into the palace and get the children without getting caught. She had a feeling that Sadira, who was trying to make a name for herself in an honest way, would not help, but she had to at least ask.

"Please, Lord Dajari, show me how I am to do this," Manara spoke softly. "I haven't the ability."

A hiss filled the quiet night air, "Patience," a voice spoke. "I will show you when the time is right."

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