The legends of old can be told in many ways.
Over and over, with different twists and turns until they formed folklore and legends.
These stories are often dressed up for the reason's things are in many ways what they are or the lessons to be remembered.
Many claims to be fairytales and fiction stories for those to be informed or entertained.
But what happens when the stories we tell, the myths we scoff at are much truer than we expect?
Then things that are myth and things that are real begun to bleed together, and our world begins to change.
So, our story begins… in a time forgotten, during the nighttime in the mysterious lands of the sands, where magic was hidden, monsters were real, and heroes are made.
Please humor the foolish, for even the foolish can be the greatest heroes and greatness can emerge from the bleakest of places…
Agrabah Years ago…
It was a starless night as the sandstorm was powerful and great, forcing everyone to hide inside!
The people of Agrabah were hiding in their homes as the howls of the wind nearly tore down everything in its way! It was like a roar of a tiger as merchants were forced to abandon their vendors and guards were forced to retreat from the land! All became a ghost town with no one and no beast in sight as the kingdom was swallowed on a vortex! The sand came in tides as they buried everything in their path with no exceptions. The song of the storm was powerful and high pitch as people were forced to cover their ears, but still hear it. It would be a storm that generations would talk about, even after all who had witnessed it was dead and gone.
Then, it disappeared as quickly as it came. Vanished completely with no evidence of it ever being there in the first place, like a mirage.
No one dared to go outside as they feared to go outside. They would rather not be lost to the sudden storm; in case it was the very eye of the sandstorm, and the worst was yet to come to the people. It was as ghostly and dead as a forgotten graveyard, no one dared to go outside to face the fury of any upcoming storm. They were all too frightened to head out of the storm's dreadful sand if it were coming back.
Only one person dared to brave outside.
It was a young street rat named Aladdin.
He needed food, and he trusted in his speed to be able to outpace the storm. He rather not starved when there was a great opportunity for him to have something in his stomach. So, he ventured out to find abandoned merchant stands to collect enough food to last him the rest of the week. Bananas, bread, melons, fruits, candies, and many other types of food were carefully stacked into his arm as he felt as tense as a tension wire of a tent of an exploring prince. Even though the guards were not out and about, he was still on his toes, in case the storm comes back, and he needed to run. Once he gathered enough of what the empty streets offered with enough food to last him for quite some time, he then began ready to return to his little home, which was an abandoned building.
Before he completely returned home, he hears the whimpering sound in the distance and was drawn to the sound.
He traveled down the alley where it was known were urchins and street rats to hide away and rest from the difficulties of life.
There was where he found him.
A little infant, probably a newborn with his umbilical cord freshly cut, and swaddled into blankets in a woven basket. The babe had a tuff of black hair with tanner skin than Aladdin's with charming little freckles. The baby was fussy as Aladdin drew closer to the child. The baby whimpered as the street rat noticed a small letter left behind. It was only a name, a single name carefully tucked between the blanket and basket.
Wahid.
That must be the baby's name.
Aladdin knew that this child was abandoned and that the parents of the babe wanted someone to find him. But can he do any better, Aladdin was barely living on his own. How could he possibly take care of a baby? What did he even know about raising a baby? He never had a family to learn about. But… This baby needed someone because he would die without someone to take care of him. He would not even survive the night. This baby needed someone, and Aladdin could have a friend, maybe he could do well as a dad. He finally got himself to finally take the boy when the baby began to sob.
Aladdin fell in love with the tiny orphan as he picked him up from the sand.
"Don't worry, Wahid. I got you, now. Looks like we'll be together from now on." Aladdin smiled at the baby, who finally managed to calm down when he saw his new father, "How about we get you some tasty camel milk and I can set you a nice little place to nap for the night?"
Wahid gurgled a bit as his tiny, little baby hands were wiggling out and waving towards the man who would raise him. Aladdin chuckled a bit then walked the night with his haul with the newest member of his family.
Years Later…
The Marketplace was alive with shoppers and merchants as someone was watching from the rooftops.
Well… more like three.
Aladdin was the leader of the three as his charming little monkey, Abu and the darling adopted son, Wahid, grown up to a young boy were scoping for lunch. Wahid has grown up with his adoptive father's teachings of goodness and survival as the darling child must get through the life of a street rat. Over time, Aladdin includes Wahid on their little heist as they can gain their haul as a family.