My warriors know the air and the land but not the water; we will not be able to help you in this endeavor.
It looks like she just disappeared, Jas. No luck in finding her yet.
She stared at the maps laid out on the table, covered with formless blue alongside the dull gold of the Seven Deserts. The sea began at the harbor of Desrial and spread narrowly toward the southwest. Small bodies of water dotted the landscape, a salt lake far to the south and some well-known oases controlled by the richer trade kingdoms. For lands where water was supposedly scarce, it should have been easy to find the elemental. She had never concealed her presence before.
Jasmine tapped her fingers against the scrolls, thinking. Saleen was not the only enemy who seemed to have gone into hiding. Word had spread fast of the new permanent prisoners in Agrabah's dungeons, and perhaps she had already done enough to deter further attacks on the city. But the fact remained that threats were still real and many, merely proliferating beneath her line of sight instead of in the open.
Guards and Galafem warriors patrolled the streets and borders day and night, searching out enemies from within. Genie and specially trained forces combed the surrounding cities as far as Staaris, gauging the sentiments of foreign rulers still largely silent toward Agrabah since its first sultana had taken power. The poison of rebellion had already begun to spread among her own people, regardless of the measures she had taken; it was only a matter of time before outsiders would reveal their game as well. She would have to be ready when they did.
The maps remained static beneath her stare, the patches of blue firmly holding their secrets. Absently she traced the borders of the deserts, jagged and fluid in equal parts, the edge of her nail following the lines until they darkened to black. Her hand slowly came to rest over the charcoal spill of the territory marked with only one name. A deeper unknown than the sea, and just as silent.
The key to her victories was simple. Seek the point of greatest weakness; kill with precision.
It was different, she realized, when an enemy's weakness was exactly where his power lay.