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"I shall drag this world screaming unto the brink of paradise. The old world will crumble beneath the panoply of chaos with such apocalyptic fervor that no heavenly state of grace or burning fire of hell shall ever and will never know it's parallel throughout the entire archipelago of time."
Vengeful dark clouds gathered quietly over the Land of Black Sand, eternal home of Mozenrath. A soft wind blew over the obsidian dunes like a lion stalking its prey, heralding the approaching storm.
At the center of this kingdom stood an ominous Citadel from which the young sorcerer's malice flowed like a river of decay into the lands beyond.
Today, however, Mozenrath felt only hopelessness as he fell lifelessly into his throne. His heart was consumed by fear and torn by hate, his body gripped in a motionless state of utter helplessness. Mozenrath, master of dark magic, and ruler of the Black Sand was dying.
All of his efforts had failed, his vast knowledge proved useless, and despite his considerable power all he could do was wait until the accursed gauntlet drained his like away forever. Now after all his scheming, his planning and trickery Mozenrath sat alone isolated behind the castle walls, with only his enchanted gauntlet and Xerxes to remain with until the end.
"It isn't fair…" the dark prince finally uttered after a prolonged silence. "That pathetic little city should be mine!" he shouted as he stared at a scaled model of Agrabah that sat in the middle of his throne room.
Xerxes slithered behind his master's head, worried both for his own health and that of Mozenrath.
"Agrabah was Mozenrath's." Xerxes reminded his brooding ruler in an attempt to raise his spirits.
A quick hand reached out, grabbing the flying eel and squeezing hard.
"Agrabah was mine…I could've had it all…the kingdom of the seven deserts were mine for the taking! But like always Aladdin ruined everything!" Mozenrath emoted, throwing his familiar into the wall across the room.
"It isn't fair!" he rose suddenly to his feet and obliterated the model of Agrabah with a fiery orb of blue magic.
Once his bout of anger calmed, Mozenrath fell limply into his throne once more his fury replaced by mountainous regret.
"If only I could do away with that meddlesome street rat for good…before the end...but how? No matter how much the odds stack against him Aladdin always wins." The young sorcerer's eyes gently closed as he slowly slid down his chair.
"Mmmm…where have I heard that before?" asked a new and unfamiliar voice.
Mozenrath's eyes quickly popped open and looked up to see a winged blue cat resting comfortably atop his head.
"Get off me!" the pale prince erupted, reaching for the arrogant creature who dared enter his home.
His target simply vanished only to reappear, floating face to face with the boy.
The cold hearted sorcerer's eyes widened with surprise but he soon regained his composure, readying a spell in the palm of his gauntlet.
"Now go before I give you a little something to make you go." Mozenrath smirked, a tinge of happiness returning; it was pleasurable to be threatening again.
The flying feline only flashed a chesire smile.
"Alright I'll go…" he complied, doing the backstroke around the sorcerer's head. "But then I won't offer you the trade of a life time."
"What could you possibly have that I'd want?" Mozenrath's eyes narrowed and his hand curled into fists as his already shallow pool of patience quickly began to drain.
The cat landed on the ground and folded his wings. "This…" at that moment a solid black orb appeared between the two; floating as if lighter than air.
"That…" was all the wizard could mutter as shock coursed through his withering body. "The Heart of Corruption…I thought it was only a legend."
"Of course you did…I've been keeping it in my private collection." The blue cat explained with a sigh. "But you know how things are…to many rare magical items can really clutter up a place…so what do you say?"
"I say what's it going to cost me?" the young ruler asked skeptically.
"Oh nothing much…just a little gem I've had my eye on." The cat's rose to look Mozenrath in the eyes, a mischievous smile running across his face. "I want the Eye of Destruction."
"Impossible…" Mozenrath stood to leave. "The Eye of Destruction is in the possession of Fashoom and his castle was destroyed by Aladdin…going there would be meaningless!"
"What if I were to tell you that neither Fashoom or Aladdin had the Eye?" the blue creature responded keeping his whimsical grin.
"Then who?"
The winged cat chuckled. "Oh someone I think you know…" he paused giving the boy time to think.
"Tell me!" Mozenrath bellowed, his swelling frustration making itself known.
"The current holder is…Mirage."
A malicious smile adorned the pale face of Mozenrath. "Now that makes thing interesting."
"Is it a deal…my Heart of Corruption for her Eye of Destruction?"
Although he still felt little trust toward the odd animal, Mozenrath came to grips with his shrinking life span.
"Very well…" he uttered and with that his four footed guest vanished from the Citadel. "And I know just how to get it…Xerxes!"
The eel staggered over to his master, head still in a daze.
Mozenrath grabbed his servant again and whispered.
Xerxes chuckled, pleased by the cruel contents of his master's words.
"Would you leave your collar alone?" princess Jasmine whispered to Aladdin.
"Hey can I help it if it feels like this outfit's eating me alive?" said he to her, accompanied by a chuckle and charming smile.
Aladdin and Jasmine both stood to the right of the Sultan's throne, dressed in their best clothing as they awaited the arrival of the Falsastanian Ambassasor.
The Sultan himself fidgeted in his throne, dusting dirt off arm rests no one else could see and making sure not a single wrinkle dared form on his clothes.
Falsastan was a small and relatively unknown Kingdom compared to the power of Agrabah, but they too suffered greatly beneath the cold fist of the Black Sands. The Sultan quickly discovered the rare opportunity to not acquire a cherished ally in the battle against Mozenrath.
After a few moments longer of waiting, Razoul head of the palace guard, opened the throne room doors, standing as straight as his body would allow.
"Announcing Omabahd the Ambassador of Falsastan!"
Razoul stepped to the side allowing the others to witness the entrance of Omabahd.
He was a tall elderly man dressed in golden silk with a white beard pleasantly settled upon his wrinkled chin. Three servants followed close behind, each carrying a large wooden box.
"Esteemed Sultan of Agrabah. I've come in peace to offer the friendship of Falsastan." Omabahd began with a courteous bow, his eyes shown only with trust. "My Sultan has sent with me three gifts to show our good will."
The Sultan clapped and laughed childishly. Jasmine couldn't help but surrender a smile as seeing her father happy gave her a similar joy.
The Ambassador snapped his fingers and the servant to his right walked forward and kneels, setting his wooden box on the ground.
"We offer you a statue of yourself great Sultan crafted from the purest gold."
The servant lifted the lid revealing a small detailed golden statue of the Sultan himself.
The ambassador again snapped, issuing the servant to his left to step forward and reveal the contents of his box.
"Silk cloth perfumed with the ripe Okha flower found only in the royal gardens of Falsastan."
The elderly snapped once more, ordering the servant standing behind him to present his gift.
"And last…our most prized gift…one of the twin rubies from which Falsastan's greatness flows. It is among the most sacred relics of our kingdom and it is now yours great Sultan." The servant opened his box to unveil a ruby of the purest red. "It is our hope that this mystic gem shall provide your land with wealth and endless prosperity as it has done for us."
The Sultan slid off of his throne and gradually made his way toward the Ambassador with Aladdin and Jasmine close behind.
He respectfully grasped the crimson gem and held it high above his head. "We are most grateful for the trust you have shown us Omabahd and I promise you this Ruby of Falsastan shall remain in the most secure place in all of Agrabah." The Sultan announced. "Tonight you will stay and feast with us and tomorrow you will deliver my token of friendship to the Sultan of Falsastan."
Jasmine smiled gently, proud of her father for his success yet nervous as doubts filled her mind. Could she rule in peace as her father had or will she shame his legacy once her time came to sit atop the throne?
She felt a comforting hand grasp her own; Aladdin had sensed her troubled spirit and moved to cure her misgivings. Jasmine in turn clutched his hand happily as all her previous doubts were banished away.
Night eventually fell over the quiet land of Agrabah and the waxing moon watched over the sleeping city like a mother to a sleeping child.
Within the palace walls however, not all were soundly snoozing in their beds. Iago the greedy parrot walked the palace halls to the treasure room out of curiosity as to what riches the Ambassador had bestowed on the Sultan.
After numerous trips to the treasure room the parrot knew where exactly not to step in order to avoid the deadly traps.
His first visit was to the tiny golden statue of the Sultan.
"Well this thing looks familiar." He says sarcastically, referring to the time one of Mozenrath's tricks changed the real Sultan into gold.
"Ooo…what's this?" he pondered to himself as he sniffed the sweet aroma that saturated the air around him.
Iago flew next to the scented silks which sat across the room.
"Now this is luxury." The bird stated happily as he rolled in the cloth, wrapping it around him like a glamorous cacoon.
Iago let out a long drawn out sigh, as he sank completely into his own personal paradise. There he sat, perfectly content until at the corner of his eye, the bird spied a beautiful red ruby seated on a pedestal ripe for the taking.
Without another second of hesitation the plump parrot perched on top of the magnificent crimson gem.
Just as Iago touched the ruby it began to shine, drenching the treasure room in a white blinding light.
When the light finally faded, the room returned to its previous collection of shadow but with one significant change. Standing over Iago was the unmistakable figure of Mirage the cat-like enchantress covered fully in darkness save for her glowing green eyes.
Iago froze for a moment in terror before flying off at full speed. "Aladdin!"
The parrot's outburst rose alarm summoning to palace guards and waking princess Jasmine from her heartily desired beauty sleep.
The young princess could only watch as the silhouette clasped the Ruby of Falsastan and vanished leaving behind a victorious evil laugh to echo throughout the palace.
Jasmine fell to her knees, eyes wide open, and her heart racing with fear. She knew that this theft would soon plunge her beloved Agrabah into bloody war.