Prologue
Aladdin is a widow father who sacrifices everything to make his only daughter, Aysun, happy. When everything seemed lost after a series of bad luck, his destiny changes when his path comes across a magic lamp. Now at a chance to give his daughter a better life and win the heart of Agrabah's princess, Jasmine, Aladdin must fight against a greedy Vizier and learn that he he is a prince at heart. Aladdin belongs to Disney, I only own my OCs and plot twists.
The sun began to disperse as the night's cloak covered the once bright blue skies with soft, spiral clouds, now stars replaced them and shined like delicate diamonds. It wasn't just the stars that illuminated the powerful kingdom of the desserts, known as Agrabah. A full pale moon shined above the sleepy city, providing the people with light and hope to overcome the darkness. Despite the beauty of the night, a few were able to enjoy it's treasure, but tonight an unlikely merchant just happened to arrive in the kingdom. A very short, dark skinned man with a goatee and a large turban that seemed too big for his head. He worse a light blue robe with a red sash on his wait. The little merchant smiled with no worries. Akuna Matata, the little man thought. Unfortunately for his transport, it couldn't be same said. The poor camel plopped into the ground, letting the merchant heavy belonging crush him, as the poor animal was tired of the long journey through the deadly dessert. The merchant waved off this and happily leaped off the camel. The merchant gives a smug look at someone, it could have been a random citizen of Agrabah or perhaps...someone who was reading a story.
"Aah, Salaam!" the merchant greeted with open hands, "Good evening to you worthy friend. Please, please come closer-wait not too close though! I don't want to bump into you...there much better. Welcome to Agrabah! A city of mystery, of enchanment." The merchant with just a pull of the rope from his baggage, it popped into a simple merchant stand, complete with a tent. "And the finest merchandise you can find! On sale today!" The little man chuckles and proceeds to show off his one of the kind trinkets, if that's what you call them. "Look at this, yes! A combination hookah and coffee maker, and can make a trillion of fries. Perfect for a get together with your friends. One year guarantee and-oops... it broke. Moving on, oooh look at this! Never seen one intact before. it is the rare Dead Sea tupper ware. No, really just listen, Brrrp! Ah still good yes? Wait! Wait! Don't go yet! I can see that you are only interest on the exceptionally rare. Well, how about I show you this!"
With a swift of his overlong blue sleeve, a simple, copper oil lamp was now on the palm of the merchant. The little man gave a sly look, knowing how someone will think this oil lamp to be so insignificant.
"Do not be fooled by it's common place appearance. Like so many things, it is not what it is outside, BUT what it is inside that counts. This is no ordinary lamp! I can prove it to you! This lamp had once changed a young man's life as well as his young daughter. A rather small family that perhaps no one would believe them to be significant. They are as I would metaphorically like to call them...a diamond in the rough. Perhaps you should sit down and listen to my tale." Winking he began to pour a beautiful glowing sand dust from the oil lamp. He throws them up to the sky as a cosmic illusion began to form. "It begins on a night like this one but...tragedy is what lit this tale..."
A boy, no older than 16, waited outside the midwife's home. The wail and cry of pain from a young girl, echoed throughout the alley. The cold night didn't bother him, his heart was aching for his beloved one. Alya...how could I have been so careless! Aladdin scolded himself, he knew better than to let his wife go and do laundry just to earn more money. Aladdin had a somewhat stable job at the market with Omar, the fruit vendor.
He knew Alya since they were children, she was one year younger than him. Alya is a beautiful girl, her long wavy light brown hair reached her waist. Her almond shaped eyes shined whenever the sun's light shined over her amber eyes. Aladdin admired not just for her beauty but her kind heart and incredible wisdom for a girl of her age. Despite her peasant clothing, she held the air of that of a noble woman.
After Aladdin's mother died, Alya's mother took him in. Ayla and her mother saved him from the streets that was too dangerous for a small boy. Soon after, Alya's mother died of illness,leaving the two now young pre teens to look out for one another. There were times when Aladdin had to steal food for them but Alya forbade him from doing it more. If they were going to survive, they ahd to do it right. After all the law were not kind to theives. For stealing a loaf of bread, you're hands get sliced off. Throughout their time together, Aladdin and Alya fell in love with each other.
The two young teenagers were very naive and soon, Alya realize she was with child. Aladdin, being noble at heart, didnt run away as many boys at his age would. He married her and promised to provide her and their family with everything they needed. He would be rich one day and neither him nor his wife would have to suffer. But being a peasant, it was easier said than done. Aladdin became the sole provider but Alya wanted to do her fair share of earning their soon would be family. She easily got a job as a washerwoman that earned her a few extra coins from the noble families.
The washerwomen who where there told him what happened. The incident happened too fast. All that they knew was that a dark cloaked rider with a black horse came running through towars the city, where they were washing near the Jordan river. Alya, who was almost due with their first child, happened to be in the way when she was violently pushed and she fell on the rocks. Tears streamed down the boy's face, he couldn't stop blaming himself for this. With no money for a doctor, he had to bring Alya to a midwife who knew Alya's mother. The young girl begged them to save her baby, her life didn't matter. There was nothing they could do to save her.
A new cry broke the boy's train of thought. Aladdin jumped to his feet as the door opened. A plumped woman covered head to toe emerged and motioned him to come in.
"It's a girl Aladdin! A beautiful baby girl!" cried the midwife.
As they entered the compartment, he saw another woman washing a small baby, who screamed with all her might. Near the coner where the window was open laid Alya, pale and weak. Aladdin rushed to her side, holding her delicate small hand and kissng her passionately.
"Aladdin," Alya says weakly, "W-where is my baby?"
"Shhh, dont worry Aly," Aladdin said, he couldnt held back his tears as he stroke gently her hair, " Its a girl! We have a beautiful daughter."
The midwife brought their child, covered tightly in a hundle with Alya's special lavendar shawl. The old woman hands the baby over to the weak young mother. The couple looked down lovingly at the baby who was now calmed down. The baby girl looked up at her mother, her wide brown eye shined by the one candle on the window sill. She had dark curly brown hair and her skin a light tan. Alya chuckles weakle as she traces delicately the baby's features with a finger.
"She has your eyes Al," she said proudly.
" And she has your beauty Aly," Aladdin said with a smile. He stroke his daughter's soft hair.
"Well let us hope she doesnt inherit your foolishness," Alya jokes, making both of them laugh softly.
"Fat chance, she will be wise and kind like you. Omar decided to give me more duties to earn more. I will able to have enough money and we can raise her without any worries."
Alya shakes her head sadly, looking at her baby with pure love of a mother. " Al...you know I wont be able to make it..."
"No! Youll be okay. Never say you wont make it! Youll be able to see our daughter grow up and-" Aladdin was interrupted as Alya handed the bundle to him. He was relunctant at first, afraid to hurt the delicate infant. But Alya encouraged him and handed the baby to him. The baby girl began to cry, not wanting to seperate from her mother. But, when she looks up, she immediately calmes down. Aladdin's heart swelled up as his daughter stares at him with her beautifyl eyes. She tried to smile like him.
"You'll be a great father Aladdin." Aladdin looks at her and was about to protest but was stopped when Alya holds his hand. "Promise me youll protect her and never abandon her. You are a kind person at heart Aladdin. You are a true prince who will protect those he truly care for. Never doubt yourself."
"Alya... dont leave us," Aladdin cries, the baby detecting his distress begins to cry.
"Dont cry Aladdin...I'll always be with you and Aysun," she lovingly holds the baby's small hand to comfort the crying infant," I hope you like her name."
"I-I do," Aladdin says, nooding and rocking the baby.
"Promise me another thing," Alya said, her breath dying down.
"Anything," Aladdin said, leaning down next to hear. Hoping to hear her beating heart.
"Please...promise me that you'll find happiness. Find someone who can make you and Aysun happy. Someone who will love you for who you are."
Aladdin gulped with effort, it was a promise that sound impossible. No one can replace Alya from his heart but he didnt want to make his love suffer anymore.
"I promise."
The full moon shined through the window sill. The a gust of wind suddenly blew off the flame making the room to darken. Aysun cried more as a lovely angel joined the heavens.
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