Advocate of the Broken Seal-
Gone
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"Yunan?"
Her voice had been barely above a whisper, and yet no matter where he was inside or outside of his home on the dark continent- he always came running. It had been this way since his days as a young child in the old world. And now, in this world- This time was no different.
I mean, how could it be?
Walking over to the pale glowing orb of white-ish blue/green, he took it in his hand and answered her summons.
"Mother." He said warmly, though tentatively, feeling just a tad bit curious as to why she was contacting him after so many years of separation. After all, it simply wasn't like her to contact him out of the blue for seemingly no reason.
"Yunan, sorry to spring this on you- but I need your help with the seal." The moment she mentioned the seal that she had placed on herself in order to hide just who and what she was and what she was capable of- Yunan felt as if he were going to be sick to his stomach.
"How bad is it?" He asked almost automatically, his normally warm and friendly emerald green eyes had become icy at the mention of the seal as his mother told him about what had happened. And when she was finished explaining, he swallowed hard.
Dear gods- how had this happened? He wondered. The seal that his mother had placed on herself was meant to hold forever unless it was willingly broken by her. So why now of all times? When she had finally found some semblance of peace?
He had a theory or two. But nothing definite at the moment.
"I'll have to meet you somewhere and check the seal. It may need to be altered a bit to continue to do as it was designed too." He said as he inwardly cringed at the thought of having to alter his mother's hard work just to maintain her safety and freedom.
Especially since altering the seal could very well destroy it and it's functions. But he wasn't going to voice his concerns here and now since his mother probably already knew.
"Where would you like to meet up?" He asked.
"Somewhere neutral. I'm in Sindria right-" She started to say.
"You need to leave there now." Yunan said, cutting her off mid sentence. The cold look of anger in his eyes seemed to shock her into silence for a moment as Yunan continued to speak, "Look I'm sorry- I didn't mean to...snap at you. But if Sinbad finds out that your...uh...you- then there's no telling what may happen to you. But if I know him- which I do- he will refuse to let you leave."
She was silent as she listened to him before growling out, "Shit, you're right. Alright, let me finish bathing and then I'll pack up only what is needed and I'll leave. Meet me in Rem in three days time."
Yunan nodded his head in agreement, his mind already on what he would need to pack and take with him as the orb vanished, leaving him standing in his home in silence once more.
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An hour in a half later-
Alibaba carefully balanced the plate of food that he had gotten for Aladdin on the tips of his fingers as he opened the heavy wooden door to Aladdin's room, and slipped inside and once again looked around the room that was so very different from his own and Morgiana's.
It had taken some time and some digging into Sinbad's personal affairs to figure out just why the room was so different from his and Morgiana's, much less why Aladdin had been placed within it.
But for once in his life, Alibaba was actually becoming wary of the seemingly friendly demeanor that Sinbad and his generals held towards him, Morg and Aladdin.
Especially Aladdin.
The kid was simply too young, naive and innocent to navigate the inner workings of a kings court without some sort of backlash.
Not only that but something about the room Aladdin had been placed in didn't sit right with him. Especially after what had happened during their first week in Sindria.
For starters the first time that Aladdin had made any attempt to practice a small bit of magic within it's walls, Alibaba and Morg had witnessed their young friend collapsing to the floor bound in what looked like lightening from almost head to toe. Crying, and writhing in pain before he had lost consciousness.
Naturally Alibaba and Morg had stayed with Aladdin until he had awoken and told them in an uncharacteristically bitter tone that his room was warded against Magi's and their magic.
Specifically.
After which Aladdin had promptly overridden the wards- though how he had managed to do so when he had been repeatedly injured by the wards were beyond the prince- and told them that they should play along and pretend that the wards were still in place.
Aladdin had tried to spend several days afterwards resting, however Sinbad had dragged him into random outings and meetings so many times that Aladdin had snapped during one said meeting and had picked up a chair and threw it at the man's head all while shouting about how he wasn't a member of Sinbad's court, or one of his subjects- he had no business being dragged around by the king and the man needed to leave him the hell alone.
After which he had stormed out of the meeting and vanished for a week.
To say that Alibaba and Morg had been shocked by the violent display of temper from the normally serene boy would be an understatement. But the two magi's friends had understood that he had yet to truly be able to rest and heal from the wards that had injured him thanks to Sinbad, so they had left things alone and waited for Aladdin's return.
"Hey Aladdin, are you up yet? Yam's having a fit because you didn't show up for training this morning." The blond called out as he walked towards the bed and nearly dropped the plate of food when he looked down at the floor- only for a second- and found crimson staining the tiles at his feet.
Confused as to where the stain may have come from, he quickly set the plate down on the bedside table and glanced down at the bed.
There was crimson on the sheets as well.
Becoming worried that something may have happened and Aladdin may have accidentally gotten hurt, he began to look around the room in earnest before noticing the faint trail of crimson that spotted the floor and followed it from one end of the room to the other- pausing half way across when he smelt the remains of some smoldering cloths.
Yet there was no Aladdin in sight.
He was simply...gone?
