Okay so this is not an episode, but it kinda sets up for the next ones I plan on doing. Sorry if you were expecting me to write out what happened between Mirage and Moze, but I didn't. I was thinking of writing it out eventually but I thought it easier to do that later, need inspiration for battle and all… So anyhow, here is a new kind of chapter, hope you like it.


The realm of Morbia was unusually quiet that evening. All at first glance was calm, the lair of The Evil Incarnate was not however in its usual neat place. There was several broken pieces of the Sphinx head house. The house of Mirage, the Evil Incarnate, stayed quiet and the hell-cats were not up to their usual standards instead they cowered as they listen to the silence. There was the looks of a great battle. Remains and charred blocks were scattered around the floor. Suddenly loud yelling could be heard from inside.

"….AND IF YOU EVER COME NEAR HIM AGAIN..." the voice was drowned out by a large blast of blue/black magic and the hell-cats mewed nervously as their mistress replied in a soft tone that could barley be heard. The hell-cats ran and disappeared completely as Mozenrath, Lord of the Black Sands strode out of the remains of Mirage's temple. He flexed his gauntleted hand, his mouth in a sneer. As if she could have beaten him, the young sorcerer smirked. Mozenrath grimaced as he felt a pulling sensation in his right arm.

His gauntlet was tugging on his life line. With a growl of frustration he quickly left the realm of Morbia, leaving its owner to her business. Mirage came out of her lair, wiping blood from her face. She looked at the sky and screamed with fury: "This isn't over Mozenrath. You will pay for this. The Land of the Black Sand will be mine along with your baby brother!"


Mozenrath appeared back in front of his own home and let out the tried sigh he had held in, immediately Xerxes was in his face.

"Master alright? Master hurt?"

"No, Xerxes, I'm alright." Mozenrath shoved the eel out of his face. "Where is he?"

"Little master sleeping." Mozenrath nodded and went inside and up the stairs towards his room.


There's a reason why people with magic, don't start out with it. It all goes back to history when the first human discovered magic. The human anatomy wasn't made to hold the power of magic, and very rarely does it attach to a human body. However there are a few exceptions, but mostly a human can become a wizard or sorcerer by an item that has had magic put upon it. My former master is an example of this. Destane had a magic gauntlet and wielded its power to his full extent. Sometimes however, magical items can hold too much power. As my brother, Mozenrath, discovered upon taking the gauntlet from our ex-master. His right arm was now skeletal and he was paying for the power each day as his body began to reject the force of the gauntlet. My body was rejecting magic too, but for a different reason.

"Mozenrath?" I asked louder, knocking against the study door again. Again, no response just a faint rustle of paper and the occasional curse.

"Whatever." I muttered and walked away from the door. If he wanted to act like a jerk let him. I went passed the kitchen and down the stairs to the throne room. I reached the throne room and just out of spite I jumped into my 'brother's' seat sideways letting my legs dangle over the arm.

A loud slam came from upstairs and I rolled my eyes. Aladdin had once again made my life difficult by getting my brother angry. He was never going to get over the antagonizing defeat and the embarrassment the hero had caused him. I groaned as wave of pain hit my forehead. Clutching my head I sank to the floor. Something was wrong, something wasn't right. My head pounded and I couldn't use my magic. I gritted my teeth. As quickly as it had come it was over and that's when Moze came into the room.

He spotted me and was at my side instantly. His gaze was a fearful one that I had never seen from him before. He felt my forehead and then frowned. Whatever was wrong, he didn't like it. I gave him a smile.

"I'm fine." I stated and pushed him away, trying to get up. He glared at me and shoved me back down.

"No, you're not." He said with a slight smirk then he frowned. "Tell me what happened."

"I'm fine, really." I said. "It was just a headache that's all."

"A headache, eh? Well then, tell me why you're in the floor, hm? Surely if you had a just a headache, you wouldn't be in the floor."

"Well, it was a headache and besides I just, um, fell out of the chair that's all."

"What happened!" he demanded and I glared at him.

"Nothing alright! Get out of my face!" I gave him a shove and before he could catch me I disappeared from the room. I reappeared into my room and then not soon after that he followed.

"Stop doing that!" he snarled and I turned to him.

"Why are you following me? Go back to your study."

"You're trying my patience."

"Alright fine, so I got a really bad headache and lost my powers briefly but as you can see I'm fine." I stated quickly and held my arms out as his eyes narrowed.

"How long?"

"How long, what?"

"How long has it been going on!" he shouted his temper rising.

"This was only the…second time." I said with a bit of reluctance.

"The second time?" he asked little worriedly. "When was the first time?"

"When, um, we were at the Lost City of Shamash." I winced as an angry expression crossed Moze's face.

"Is that was the genie was talking about!" he demanded. "Well?"

"Yes." I muttered. "But what does it mean?" he got a panicked look about him, but then it was gone.

"Nothing." He said and then he started out of the room. I followed with a frown.

"What is it? What is it? What's wrong with me!" I got louder as I followed him. He winced and then turned around and gripped my shoulders his eyes blazing angrily.

"Nothing!" he yelled and I was taken aback and then more calmly added. "Nothing. Now go and…find something to occupy yourself with." I saw the pleading look in his eyes and nodded numbly, wondering all the while as to what he was hiding.

I went straight to the library to look up what had happened to me. I had to find out why I had almost passed out and my powers had stalled. As I had been digging through the old scrolls, I came across one of Destane's old journals. The old codger had kept journals while he was torturing us or trying out new experiments. The one I had in my hands was one of the last ones he had made. I wasn't going to open it except something had me drawn to it. So out of curiosity, I opened it.

I skimmed it, not really wanting to re-live the memories. But some words caught my attention. I injected the youngest boy with a magical property today. I frowned. I don't remember that. I read some more. It was a serum of magic from my gauntlet, my own creation. The boy shows no sign of change as of now.

Day two of serum injection: The boy has shown peculiar actions. Not once but twice he attempted to help his older brother with the magical chores. The second attempt was almost a success. I injected him again.

I skimmed over the next few weeks and started remembering things that I had discovered I could do.

Week Five: The boy can now do a number of things. Unfortunately there are some vital side effects. The boy is not sleeping nor is he eating. If the boy dies then I will try again. This will not be a failed experiment.

Week Eight: The boy seems to be improving his skills. However, his powers are not all up to standard. If he is lucky the boy will live to be at least fifteen years of age. The magic I injected was too great. I trembled as I read this last line. The boy will die without a doubt.

I shook slightly and slid the scroll back onto the shelf. I was going to die? I heard footsteps and quickly found an old spell book as not to get caught. Moze came into the room and I looked up at him. He didn't glance in my direction as he reached over me to get something off the shelf.

"Moze?" I asked quietly and he looked down at me with an arched eyebrow. "What are you planning now?" I decided to change the subject. I didn't want him to know that I knew.

His expression turned to one I recognized as a mischievous one. "Come and I'll show you." But as I followed him, all I could think about was that in two years I was going to die. My thirteenth birthday was in a few months. We came to a room where he had several maps and scrolls spread about the large table.

"What is all this for?" I asked as I peeked over his shoulder a strange looking map.

"I've finally found the location of The Book of Khartoum." I grinned at him.

"Really, you've been looking for that for years!" I said and Moze nodded.

"Yes I know." He then looked at me over his shoulder. "But getting it, is the hard part." I saw the indecision in his eyes before he turned back around. "This means I'll be out again."

"Can I go?" I asked although I already knew the answer.

"No."

"Are-are you gonna leave me here?" He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled loudly, as if I was bothering him with my questions.

"Yes, unless you have somewhere else to go?" he said pointedly and I thought to myself. Well, I haven't seen Wahid in a while…

"Okay, I'll stay here." I gave him a cheesy grin. He arched an eyebrow and then rolled his eyes.

"Just stay out of trouble while I'm gone, understood? No, funny business and I mean it." He pointed a finger at me. "None at all."

"Okay, okay chill out." I said and he grumbled to himself as I strode from the room. I stopped in the doorway.

"When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow night at the latest." Then he narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously. "Why?"

"I dunno I just wondered." Then I added. "Can I go somewhere?"

"Might I enquire as to where, exactly?" he asked clearly amused that I would have a place to go.

"Um, nowhere special, just to visit a friend."

"You have a friend?"

"Yes!" I said with a glare at his amused expression. "I have friends-well one friend, but I have one!" he rolled his eyes and waved me off.

"Fine, fine. But don't go near Aladdin!"

"Why would I?" I asked indignantly and he sighed.

"Just don't."

"Yeah, okay." I said left the room. I went up and grabbed a bag I had hidden under by bed and slung it over my shoulder. I came out and ran into Moze. He rolled his eyes and as I frowned at him.

"I was just coming to tell you that I don't want you staying gone for very long."

"Why?"

"Need I remind you?" he asked touching the side of my face. I slapped his hand away.

"I can take care of myself thanks." I tried to get past him. But he gripped my arm and pulled me back.

"I mean it, I don't want a repeat of that." I turned from him with a frown and he grabbed my chin and made me look at him. "Or what happened earlier, understand? Take it easy."

"Fine, your lordliness." I said and pulled out of his grip. "I'll be back later tonight."

"You'd better. I don't want to come looking for you." I muttered under my breath as I stalked away from him.


Mozenrath sighed at Jason's receding back. Why did he have to be so difficult? That thought made him wince. He'd better get that book. It could be the only thing that would save his live. Mine too for that matter. Xerxes wrapped around his neck then and Mozenrath stroked the top of the eel's head. Xerxes gurgled and wriggled as Mozenrath patted him.

"Master sad?" Xerxes asked suddenly seeing the look on his master's face.

"No, Xerxes, I'm merely considering something."

"What?"

"Nothing, you simple-minded eel, forget it." Mozenrath turned they strode down the hallway and back into the library, time for more research.


Okay, so I know this is kinda a cliffhanger but I promise more is coming! That is all...now Read and Review! All my readers are awesome! Love you guys! Oh by the way Pirate Lover, I just like the name Jason lol. It wasnt my first idea for a name but then again Mozenrath is not technically an Arabic name either, he was actually named from two of the directors from the series. And yeah I did consider a little companion for Jason, but it just didn't fit in my plot I have planned out. And as for a love interest...maybe later but not right now.~~DisneyGrl92