"What have you done to him?" the Princess yelled to me just as a gloved hand grasped my arm and pulled me away from him.
"That is an affair of magic beings, Princess, do not ask," Mozenrath directed to her then to me, "I think that will be enough, Mother," Mozenrath said, amusement and something else mixed into his voice. Is that disgust that I heard there?
"Oh, do you wish to kill him?" I sneered.
"He does not deserve to die like this," Mozenrath snapped, releasing me.
"He is only human, and a lowly one at that," I growled.
"You would be surprised," he said, stepping back.
"Your sister has finally gotten to you, hasn't she," I snarled.
"No, he knows I pose a greater threat then you do," another voice joined in, a voice I had not heard in a long time, yet one that I hated beyond measure.
The crowd turned toward the voice, and there stood the one I hated and feared at the same time. She was clothed in her fowl human form, yet still she walked proud and aloof, just as I remembered her.
"Atrus," I said, forcing as much bitterness as I could get into my voice.
"Hush, creature, you have no right to speak my name," she orders harshly.
I can sense how strong she is, the magic seems to resound in shattering proportions off of her. Mozenrath was wise not to cross her; she could have crushed him easily. As for myself? She could not intimidate me, for she was my sister, and blood ran thick between us.
"I shall call you what I wish," I snapped, moving to block her path as she moved forward.
The guards were too shocked to restrain me, and the people were stunned beyond words. Perfect chance for me to escape if I wished, but instead, I tried to face her down.
She approached me, and looked at me with such a cold intensity that I nearly backed down. But my pride would not let me, and thus I stood against her gaze.
"You are nothing to me; creature, and I care nothing of what you call me. But do not think I will not shut and seal your mouth myself if you dare call me by my true name, that alone is reserved for my sister, who is dead in my eyes," she hissed, and pushed roughly passed me, stepping over Aladdin.
Bowing elegantly to the Sultan, all the while knowing such an act would sicken me.
"Wise Sultan, ruler of Agrabah, and High Daughter of him, Jasmine, I present myself before you. I hear this creature claims to be Mirage, a lost member of my kind, as Mozenrath states. She may have once been, but is now dead in the eyes of my family. I wish to ask your permission to watch, and make sure that nothing further happens," Atrus said, not even looking at me.
"You seem a little late, sister," I hissed, glancing at the boy lying at my feet.
"I wouldn't say that, creature," Atrus said, I could hear the smirk in her voice even though I could not see her face.
Aladdin groaned at my feet, and raised himself slowly.
"Impossible," I growled.
It was, for I had fed him enough dark magic to either kill him, or shut down his mind. Yet he stood, and looked at me, with neither pain, nor fear, nor anger. He looked as if he almost pitied me for what I had done!
"Aladdin?" the Princess called, having finally come down from her throne, worry flickering on her face.
He smiled at her, but said nothing. Atrus had turned to look at him, and I saw something spark in her eyes.
"We will allow you to watch, as long as nothing ill comes from you," the Sultan said wearily to Atrus, not truly as trusting as he once was.
I suppose I could have said that was another one for me. I was finally starting to push more fear and distrust into even the simplest of men.
Atrus turned, bowed again, and slipped into the shadows near the throne just as the guards seized me again.
"We had best continue. I don't have time for this. There are better things to do then defend my Mother," Mozenrath snapped, glancing at me, then at Aladdin.
Aladdin sighed, and nodded, "I have nothing left to say to defend her. Except that I finally fully understand," he turned sorrowed eyes to me.
"What do you think you understand," I snarled, wanting to lash out at him again.
He only moved closer, and looked at me. Were those tears that I saw in his eyes?! This boy was crying for me!
"Unfortunately you do not understand what is within yourself, Mirage, because you locked it away. But it is there, you can feel it. I no longer pity you, I grieve for you instead," he whispered.
"That is an affair of magic beings, Princess, do not ask," Mozenrath directed to her then to me, "I think that will be enough, Mother," Mozenrath said, amusement and something else mixed into his voice. Is that disgust that I heard there?
"Oh, do you wish to kill him?" I sneered.
"He does not deserve to die like this," Mozenrath snapped, releasing me.
"He is only human, and a lowly one at that," I growled.
"You would be surprised," he said, stepping back.
"Your sister has finally gotten to you, hasn't she," I snarled.
"No, he knows I pose a greater threat then you do," another voice joined in, a voice I had not heard in a long time, yet one that I hated beyond measure.
The crowd turned toward the voice, and there stood the one I hated and feared at the same time. She was clothed in her fowl human form, yet still she walked proud and aloof, just as I remembered her.
"Atrus," I said, forcing as much bitterness as I could get into my voice.
"Hush, creature, you have no right to speak my name," she orders harshly.
I can sense how strong she is, the magic seems to resound in shattering proportions off of her. Mozenrath was wise not to cross her; she could have crushed him easily. As for myself? She could not intimidate me, for she was my sister, and blood ran thick between us.
"I shall call you what I wish," I snapped, moving to block her path as she moved forward.
The guards were too shocked to restrain me, and the people were stunned beyond words. Perfect chance for me to escape if I wished, but instead, I tried to face her down.
She approached me, and looked at me with such a cold intensity that I nearly backed down. But my pride would not let me, and thus I stood against her gaze.
"You are nothing to me; creature, and I care nothing of what you call me. But do not think I will not shut and seal your mouth myself if you dare call me by my true name, that alone is reserved for my sister, who is dead in my eyes," she hissed, and pushed roughly passed me, stepping over Aladdin.
Bowing elegantly to the Sultan, all the while knowing such an act would sicken me.
"Wise Sultan, ruler of Agrabah, and High Daughter of him, Jasmine, I present myself before you. I hear this creature claims to be Mirage, a lost member of my kind, as Mozenrath states. She may have once been, but is now dead in the eyes of my family. I wish to ask your permission to watch, and make sure that nothing further happens," Atrus said, not even looking at me.
"You seem a little late, sister," I hissed, glancing at the boy lying at my feet.
"I wouldn't say that, creature," Atrus said, I could hear the smirk in her voice even though I could not see her face.
Aladdin groaned at my feet, and raised himself slowly.
"Impossible," I growled.
It was, for I had fed him enough dark magic to either kill him, or shut down his mind. Yet he stood, and looked at me, with neither pain, nor fear, nor anger. He looked as if he almost pitied me for what I had done!
"Aladdin?" the Princess called, having finally come down from her throne, worry flickering on her face.
He smiled at her, but said nothing. Atrus had turned to look at him, and I saw something spark in her eyes.
"We will allow you to watch, as long as nothing ill comes from you," the Sultan said wearily to Atrus, not truly as trusting as he once was.
I suppose I could have said that was another one for me. I was finally starting to push more fear and distrust into even the simplest of men.
Atrus turned, bowed again, and slipped into the shadows near the throne just as the guards seized me again.
"We had best continue. I don't have time for this. There are better things to do then defend my Mother," Mozenrath snapped, glancing at me, then at Aladdin.
Aladdin sighed, and nodded, "I have nothing left to say to defend her. Except that I finally fully understand," he turned sorrowed eyes to me.
"What do you think you understand," I snarled, wanting to lash out at him again.
He only moved closer, and looked at me. Were those tears that I saw in his eyes?! This boy was crying for me!
"Unfortunately you do not understand what is within yourself, Mirage, because you locked it away. But it is there, you can feel it. I no longer pity you, I grieve for you instead," he whispered.