Chapter Two
By the time the sun had risen the next morning, Jasmine was long gone. She had crept out of the palace very early that morning, determined to do what needed to be done. Before she had left the palace, she had crept quietly into her father's room and watched the Sultan as he slept. She had debated waking him to say good-bye, but she knew in her heart that she mustn't do so. Waking the Sultan and telling him of her plans would only force him to make her stay. The princess knew she had to what it was she had decided - there was no turning back. Agrabah needed a hero.
Silently, the princess made her way down the empty streets of the marketplace. It was much too early for anyone to be up, but she still feared discovery. As she crept quietly down the streets and alleyways she was careful not to make too much noise. Waking anyone living in the city could mean discovery, and she couldn't be discovered for her plan to work.
As Jasmine came to a particular ally, she glanced up and down the streets, checking one last time for onlookers. Seeing no one, she ran down the narrow ally until she reached a ladder leaning against the side of one of the buildings. She climbed up the shabby, unsteady ladder quickly and with purpose--being caught at this stage would be disastrous. She reached the roof of the building and began to make her way from rooftop to rooftop until she at last reached the one she had been searching for.
She took the stairs in the grubby, abandoned structure two at a time, until she reached the top floor. Jasmine stopped suddenly and looked around, pain growing in her heart with every glance. Each object in the room triggered a memory, and she felt suddenly very lost. The feeling didn't last very long, though. She'd been in Aladdin's hovel enough times before to know it as well as she knew the palace.
She walked slowly over to the window and pulled back the curtain hiding the sky from view. She wasn't surprised to see that it was still dark; she had left very early and moved quickly. Suddenly Jasmine felt overcome by fatigue. She had gotten very little sleep since Aladdin's death nearly a week before, and that lack of rest was catching up to her.
She let herself fall to the bed beside the window, and willed herself to sleep. Just as she slipped into unconscious dreaming, she heard a voice. The princess was too tired to hear the words as she verged on being asleep, but she swore she felt a familiar hand caressing her face as whoever it was spoke softly in her ear.
To Be Continued.
By the time the sun had risen the next morning, Jasmine was long gone. She had crept out of the palace very early that morning, determined to do what needed to be done. Before she had left the palace, she had crept quietly into her father's room and watched the Sultan as he slept. She had debated waking him to say good-bye, but she knew in her heart that she mustn't do so. Waking the Sultan and telling him of her plans would only force him to make her stay. The princess knew she had to what it was she had decided - there was no turning back. Agrabah needed a hero.
Silently, the princess made her way down the empty streets of the marketplace. It was much too early for anyone to be up, but she still feared discovery. As she crept quietly down the streets and alleyways she was careful not to make too much noise. Waking anyone living in the city could mean discovery, and she couldn't be discovered for her plan to work.
As Jasmine came to a particular ally, she glanced up and down the streets, checking one last time for onlookers. Seeing no one, she ran down the narrow ally until she reached a ladder leaning against the side of one of the buildings. She climbed up the shabby, unsteady ladder quickly and with purpose--being caught at this stage would be disastrous. She reached the roof of the building and began to make her way from rooftop to rooftop until she at last reached the one she had been searching for.
She took the stairs in the grubby, abandoned structure two at a time, until she reached the top floor. Jasmine stopped suddenly and looked around, pain growing in her heart with every glance. Each object in the room triggered a memory, and she felt suddenly very lost. The feeling didn't last very long, though. She'd been in Aladdin's hovel enough times before to know it as well as she knew the palace.
She walked slowly over to the window and pulled back the curtain hiding the sky from view. She wasn't surprised to see that it was still dark; she had left very early and moved quickly. Suddenly Jasmine felt overcome by fatigue. She had gotten very little sleep since Aladdin's death nearly a week before, and that lack of rest was catching up to her.
She let herself fall to the bed beside the window, and willed herself to sleep. Just as she slipped into unconscious dreaming, she heard a voice. The princess was too tired to hear the words as she verged on being asleep, but she swore she felt a familiar hand caressing her face as whoever it was spoke softly in her ear.
To Be Continued.
