A/N: OK, so I'm just gonna vent out this "writer's mania" I seem to have caught today. Enjoy it while it lasts! LOL.
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Aladdin & the Heirs of Magic Ch. 26: Scarlet Gold
Desdane found himself once again before his Gilt Mirror, searching out the cosmos. The last evening had proven…revealing, as to what had been transpiring out there in the worlds during his reprieve as a mamlock.
His faithless pupil had been for all practical purposes obsessed with collecting every magical relic in known existence; even opening portals to other worlds in order to claim the lost relics; for, not every relic now residing in the vast Armory was from this world, Desdane reflected.
And meanwhile, this street boy had arisen from the drudges to the status of "Hero," facing off with no apparent powers against some of the most skillful magicians in existence…and triumphing over them.
It was…disturbing, to say the least.
Not that Desdane truly believed he would join the ranks of those defeated by this vagrant child; no…for Desdane was quite certain he had deduced the true secret to the boy's rampant success.
But, for now, he would keep that to himself.
He had, with Khartoum beside him, called upon Mirage, Aghoul, as well as every dark magician he ever knew or had heard of and shocked them all…with a request that they immediately travel to the Black Sand Citadel—
So that they may treaty together.
Desdane, who had made a bloody and horrific reputation for his means of…'refusing' a supplication of alliance…was offering now said alliances to all his fellow dark workers.
He chuckled softly, recalling with delicious clarity their shocked, then suspicious…and finally fearful expressions.
Fearful that it was a trick, fearful of the consequences should they refuse him; fearful of his gory renown and how many had died, thus enabling him to earn it.
No one ever refused Lord Desdane. Well, he amended to himself, some did in the early years, but they were too dead afterwards to ever make that mistake again.
The rest quickly learned after enough…examples. Ergo, fear of him was very well justified.
Only Mirage ever faced him with absolute courage; which, he didn't mind. It enhanced her…other qualities-stunning, impudent creature that she was.
And she knew it too; blast her.
However, all in all, he had much to be pleased of; for starters every one of his precious monsters, his glorious abominations, had returned to his Citadel, at last.
Except the loss of Sentry; he ground his teeth. That wretched little sand witch…oh, how she would pay.
But, even so, the Citadel felt like home again, Desdane reminded himself. He grinned…and then caught sight of aqua waters within the Mirror's face…and a…woman?
No, as he waved a command to the Mirror to acquire a closer view for him, he saw it was not a mortal—but a siren.
My, and wasn't she glorious too.
Desdane watched with keen interest as she sat before a large vanity made of shells and corals, brushing her luscious mane of gold-scarlet hair. She held a royals' poise and bearing, even occupied with something so…mundane.
But how the light played on the ripples and curls of her hair, it was mesmerizing.
Beside her, her attendant, a large violet octopus used enchanted creams and other cosmetics on her already flawless face. It was perfectly apparent to the dark wizard the creature smothered her with his attentions.
He snickered. Foolish servant, then.
He watched as she frowned, her ivory complexion twisted in disdain. She plucked something black out of her long mane.
Desdane froze; he recognized that substance.
The Otherworld of the Black Sand.
But, how had she gotten there? And then out again?
He grinned and then touched the Mirror, the glass rippling under his fingers.
Well, he could always ask her.
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The slugs listened as Jib related Sadira's words to them. He rose to his full height—which wasn't much, but living with Lady Sadira had made him feel…important.
Needed; an asset.
He had left her in a huff when she first…dropped, quite literally into the section of ruins where he had dwelt as the Voice for the Witches of the Sand. When she had told him they were no more; his feelings of being part of something had been crushed.
He had returned to his mother after that…but, his life had become meaningless. His mother had been and still was, in perfect health, and while she greatly enjoyed having him home…she didn't need him to look after her.
He wanted to have a purpose. And so, he had returned to Sadira. And, by then, she had grown into a strong and confident magician; but, when he had offered to be her assistant, she looked so surprised at first that he felt certain she would refuse.
But, she had tentatively asked if he meant it; and when he assured her he was, she had clapped her hands together in glee and told him how thrilled she was to accept.
He was needed again; loyal assistant to the Solitary Witch of the Sand.
His tiny chest swelled; it felt good to be useful again.
He finished his task; and he and his mistress waited for the guardians' reply.
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A/N: Ok, now I'm feeling spent. Writer's mania is ebbed…lol. So, hope you liked, if you did, plz leave a few words. Medicine for the mania LOL. Anyways, y'all have a great rest of the week. Till next time!