Aw! :D Thanks for the reviews, peeps. Okay. Um. xD I may not may not have writer's block.. (lie, course I do. Why Else would I mention it?) So...this was VERY HARD to type.

Wellll-point in being. What I'm typing right now is hard. xD Think how difficult the actual CHAPTER will be, compared to this? Pitiful, huh? xD BUT I PUSHED THROUGH FOR YOU ALL!

And, I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING! School, forgot about , teachers, blocks, etcetcetc's that can't be explained because they don't deserve to, as i should be on chapter 3 or 5 now.

Also, sorry for all the time skips.

Solomon & Aladdin

Night Two:

Dive Right In

After that... incident... we both walked into town to get some stuff for the dungeon, as we weren't sure how long we'd be in there. First thing I saw on the road? Apples. A girl a bit shorter than Alibaba with red hair was holding a large bowl of apples. With one arm. Over her head. I blinked as I saw her face. She had sharp red eyes to match her hair. Ah, a Fanilis. That explains a lot.

She suddenly tripped, knocking the bowl over. When I heard the clinking sounds, I froze. "She's a..." I started. Alibaba, it seemed, heard me.

"Slave, yes. Come on, we shouldn't get caught up in this." He started to pull me away. When I saw how desperate that girl was to cover those chains, my eyes hardened as I ripped my arm of my blonde friend's grip. Walking over, I knelt in front of the girl and began to help pick up the apples. She could only stare wide-eyed at me as I listened to the sudden silence that came about. When we were done, I smiled as I stood. Holding out a hand, I pulled her up. She seemed surprised at my strength.

"Sorry, I just saw you were having problems, Fanilis. What is your name?" I asked, my light tone completely different to my smile. She seemed to have caught it, as she relaxed slightly.

"Morgiana..." She muttered, a deadpaness in her voice. I nodded, placing my staff right above her rusted chains. A magic circle appeared over my hands and under the tip of the staff.

"Well miss Morgiana... I guess you would want to move more freely, now don't you? Be honest." She seemed to hesitate. But I saw a glint in her eye that I knew all too well. Hope. She nodded. "In that case..." I brought my staff down, hard. The earth shook and cracked from where I hit. A few even fell, such being Alibaba. Her chains were severed, though. Definitely broken. I just hope that whoever "owns" her won't replace them...

And I was sure that everyone saw the magic circles.

We stood outside of Amon's dungeon. I glanced over to Alibaba. After commenting that my bite reminds him of a snake, he told me that he was a Saluja, prince of Balbadd. (Yeah, I never knew that!) Then he told me of Magi and the dungeons. I had to keep myself from laughing most of the time. How naive are these people? We never once again spoke about what happened. He didn't ask me questions unless I did. Simple as that.

"You ready?" I asked. He nodded, taking a deep breath, looking nervous.

"As much as I can be." He replied, voice shaking before becoming absolute. I smiled ever so slightly as we walked in. However, when we started falling and finally hit the ground, it was wiped away when I saw what Amon had done to the place so far.

"Oh... Amon. You aren't plant boy." I muttered. Sure, it may not be plants directly, but it sure reminded me of it, being in the fire-breathing bug nest. Hearing a shriek, I turned and saw Alibaba surrounded by them. I sighed. Lifting up my staff, I began to chant.

"Ite, ite vadas, vade. Magicae Seal: Calor Undo; Expande virtute in his quasi alis. Ite, ite vadas, vade." A magic circle appeared as I released my staff. It hovered for a moment before spinning. I quickly grabbed Alibaba just in time, as a large wave of fire bursted forth, completely turning the bugs to ashes. A pair of flaming wings came over and rested themselves by my ankles. I, too, began to float. Tossing Alibaba my staff, I directed him.
(Go, go, go, go. Magic Seal: Heat Wave; Spread thy might with these wings. Go, go, go, go.)

"Get out of your shock, you'll be seeing much more of this. Now, get on. It'll follow me."

"Wha-AHHHH!" Before he could get a word out, he began to take off as I started moving. I snickered at his screams. He sounds like a girl.

Okay, maybe we should've went on foot. It seems I have yet to learn that you can get lost much easier in the air than on ground. I sighed as we landed. I need to speak to Ugo, but I also need Amon... And we are no where near there yet. I hummed to myself, taking my staff. My hand traced over the carefully placed designs on the golden scepter.

Ilah Lah gave the 72nd Divine Staff to me, of all people. I was shocked. He told me it was the most powerful, which set me on edge to even use it. But then he said its true power could only be shown at a time of when the world I would create would go to war. I didn't believe him at first because... really? Me, creating a world from scratch? Yeah right. Oh, I was proven so wrong.

It was worth it, though. We soon heard footsteps and a voice. Alibaba's eyes widened as he pushed me behind a rock. His face held fear.

"My boss... well, that's his boss, you see..." He explained. "He... He's known for owning slaves. He doesn't treat them well... That girl, Morgiana, is one of his. And-"

"What are you doing?" We both jumped, falling over. Morgiana stood on the rock, a man with a strange hat and another with a metal mask by her.

"Uh..." Alibaba whimpered. I sighed, standing and dusting my sash off. I leaned on my staff, not missing the glee the man's face had when looking at the golden scepter.

"May I help you..." He cut me off.

"Jamil-"

"Oh, yes. I know you very well... Jamiru." I hissed out. He shook, but a smile appeared as he grinned. Well, I do appear unfriendly...

"Oh, Magi... Help me in this dungeon. Goltas, pick him up." He ordered, walking away. My eyes narrowed as I side stepped the poor man, holding my hand in a flicking motion. A magic circle was at the end of my fingers, ready to be released.

"I don't think so... Jamiru. I am above all of you combined. In fact, I am above all other Magi. You will not rule me." He seemed transfixed by my words, not feeling the danger of my hand aimed at him. What a fool.

"Why do you want Aladdin, and how is he-" Alibaba started, going in my favor. But he was cut off.

"Goltas, kill him." He demanded, watching. Instead of releasing on him, I added air and released on Goltas. It didn't do as much as it could have, as I didn't want to severely hurt him, but he was knocked out. Jamiru smiled as went began to stab Jamiru with a short sword. I hissed at him, dragging his attention to myself.

"Magi, would you care to accompany me through this dungeon?" I decided to humor him, with or without Alibaba's consent.

"Fine," I growled out. "But you will not ever have any power or authority over me. No one does." He merely nodded, gaining a glint in his eye. I glared before turning.

It took awhile, but we eventually ended up at the dragons' path. Well, that's what I called it. There was a rock with carvings in it. It was in Arabic. I skimmed my eyes over it before smirking.

"Ah... Jamiru...I'm afraid I don't recognize this language. Would you read it for me?" If he couldn't catch the sarcasm in my voice, I'm shocked. He didn't, it seems, and began to spit out the wrong translation. Morginana and Alibaba seemed to have noticed my annoyance with the man, but said nothing. When Jamiru began to stumble, Alibaba finished for him, huffing. He punched my friend, glowering.

"I was getting there!" My eyes narrowed as a cold chill appeared. Mist did, too. My staff was glowing a dim purple as I did this. Oh, I love magic. I picked Alibaba up, letting Morgiana move where she wanted to. She chose to edge closer to me.

"Jamiru... if you wish to get to the treasure faster... all you need is to not hurt my friends." My usually soft voice took on a sharp tone that I usually never use. "Are we clear?"

He nodded, gulping. For good measure I decided to keep a cloak of air around him. He can hear us, but he can't talk. He can still breathe, however. I kept the mist, walking through and over the scorching hot rocks. The extra steam helped cover the glow from my staff. Seeing a dragon head, I sat Alibaba down. Without a word exchanged, he put his arm in the statues mouth and pulled. A wall of fire surrounded him as I heard some sort of door opening. Ah, Amon... you're a crafty one.

Soon the fire evaporated, all that was left was a small piece of his robe. I hummed, picking it up. We'll meet... I'm sure of it.

Hearing a rock being kicked, I glanced up to see Alibaba in a tower of sorts. I smirked from my place of the make-shift hamhock, made of vines. In a motion that I have been doing for awhile now, I levitated up my staff to him. Morgiana didn't notice, for I've been doing that for quite a bit since Jamiru left with Goltas.

Jamiru reentered the hall right after, looking annoyed. I merely hummed, swinging myself.

"So... know where you're going?" I asked nochantly. He only nodded.

"Let's go." He turned on his heel, expecting me to follow. I scoffed. As if. Just then Alibaba jumped down, my pale arm skillfully catching the staff. Alibaba had his left arm behind him, the other occupied by the dagger.

Pointing it at Jamiru, I couldn't help but take in the shock on his face in glee.

He commented on Alibaba's swordplay, which was from some royal line. I stopped paying attention from there on out, becoming disinterested. This'll kill me one day. I should stop it...

We both placed our right hands on the door. It opened and showed a city, a town... a world I had thought to be gone. My eyes widened as Alibaba gasped.

"Alma... Torran..." I whispered, falling to my knees. Why, it can't be possible. It was destroyed! My thoughts started to take on a darker turn...

'Can... can that mean Sheba is here? Abra, even father?' I shook my head. 'No, he died. So...' A hand was placed on my shoulder as the world I once knew evaporated into nothing. Tears fell from my eyes. 'Can I... Get... Aladdin back?'

"Solomon... he's gone." I looked up to see a large figure, Amon. "You can't get any of them back. Remember, they're dead..." Oh... Yes. I slowly stood and wiped away my tears. I stared blankly at the Djinn of fire.

"I... see. I remember now... Thank you... Amon." My voice got colder as I attempted to move the subject. "Alibaba is my candidate for king." We turned our heads to the confused blonde.

"Solomon? Why did he call you that, Aladdin?" I resisted the strong urge to facepalm and to hit Amon. I had forgotten he was here, partly.

"You didn't tell him? Why would you-" I interrupted Amon, yelling out my next words.

"I didn't want to forget him! I refuse to forget the name of my own son who died by father's hand!" Amon merely stared sadly at me as I struggled to hold in the sobs rocking my body, but a few tears escaped anyway. Alibaba was wide eyed as he comprehended what I had just said.

"Your... Your father" He choked out. "killed your son?!" I nodded, making a decision.

"Yes... Aladdin Jehoahaz Abraham is my son. David Jehoahaz Abraham was the previous king of Alma Torran... where I'm from. I am its current ruler, but it is now gone." I closed my eyes for a moment. "I am King Solomon Jehoahaz Abraham... and the father of Aladdin, David as my father. I used my son's name because I was fearing I would forget him. If I could remember him, then I would remember Alma Torran and everyone in it."

The prince looks like he has just been slapped. "That's... that's so stupid!" I blinked. "It's alright to remember him, but it isn't okay to hurt yourself over it! If this keeps going, you could break..." Just as he was about to end with a name, he stopped. I took his words into account and had a reply at the ready.

"I need this, Alibaba, so I will always remember the mistakes I had made in the past. Aladdin was to come here, not me. In a way, he is here. Just through me. However... I do this all so that the ones who pushed David to kill Aladdin will be vulnerable for what's coming. They think we all died in the war... I'm simply avenging my son."

Alibaba opened his mouth to speak once more, but eventually sighed in defeat.