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Jasmine turned from him, from them both, and walked away, her arms hugged close to her as if she was cold. Aladdin did not pursue her, only watched her, a sad look upon his face. She would not, and he would die....
"I love you, Aladdin, yet I do not know who you will be when the sun rises. But I will always love the half that is you, and perhaps, in time, I shall love the man that you are to become, or I shall not," Jasmine said softly, not turning to him.
"That is all that I can ask," Aladdin said, stepping closer to her.
She turned, and he took her in his arms. Holding her close, he could not suppress the tears that threatened to spill. Silently he cried as he held her, afraid to let her go.
"Oh, how I wish this would not happen," he sighed.
"Isn't there any way to stop it?" she whispered.
"No," he sighed.
"The sun is coming," Mozenrath said, his voice almost reluctant to upset the lovers' last moments.
Aladdin nodded, and bent forward to gently kiss Jasmine. Their lips met, and held; as if it would be the last the two would share. Then he let her go, and went to stand beside Mozenrath, as she watched, helpless to stop what was about to happen.
"I hate this," Mozenrath sighed.
"So do I, and to think. Once we couldn't live without each other, now we can't live with each other," Aladdin said.
"Should we allow her to watch?" Mozenrath asked.
"Yes, she needs this, and so do we," Aladdin said.
"Then so be it. Xerxes?" Mozenrath said, gently patting the eel on his shoulder.
Xerxes uncurled from his neck, and flew slightly away.
"Time?" he asked.
"Yes, little brother, it is time," Mozenrath said.
The sun began to rise, its light touching the balcony. Reaching out, the two grasped each other's hand, and waited for what they knew would be the end of them, and the beginning of another.
The light touched them; seemingly making them glow as suddenly their hands began to meld together. There wasn't any pain as they were slowly drawn towards each other, their flesh becoming transparent as they slowly melded. Light surrounded them, no longer from just the sun, but from their own power melding together. Tears continued to slide down Aladdin's face as he looked towards Jasmine, to watch her face become spell bound, horrified, and awed in one breath. His heart felt like it would shatter under her gaze, yet another form of his heart melded with his, making it darker, harder, and yet still just as fragile. Mozenrath's thoughts became his thoughts, and his thoughts melded into Mozenrath's. Their personalities and souls intertwined, becoming one, even as they fought to keep separate. Their eyes melded, becoming a brown so dark it was near black, their hair melded, becoming shoulder length, and the color was as black as a starless night. Hands melded, becoming stronger, yet just as slender, as the glove returned back to its rightful Master. Memories melded, becoming a twisted line of sorrow an joy, tangled memories of two me, now one. Their hearts became one, and their mind no longer knew a difference between them. Their magic became strong once more, sharp, deadly, and gentle in its new ways. Yet something remained within this union, a small piece of a heart that once belonged to one boy, who had dared to love a Princess.
Alarath Moddin took his first breath, and collapsed as newly formed legs refused to work. Hands caught him, and he looked up into gray eyes, before his vision faded, and darkness took him.
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Xerxes frowned slightly as he maneuvered his brother to the ground. The newly reformed young man looked up into the surprised brown eyes of the Princess, and he smiled at her.
"It is only the shock of becoming one again, he shall be fine," he said, then blushed slightly, "If you could, Princess, could you give us something to cover up in, I'm not very comfortable having you see me like this, though I don't think Alarath would care at the moment, but it is best..."
"Of course," Jasmine said, fighting to retain her thoughts as she reached for the sheets of her bed, and stripping them from it, handed them to the young man.
"Thank you," he said softly, and wrapped one around himself, then laid the other over his brother.
Jasmine nodded, then turned away, heading for the balcony. Xerxes let her go, unknowing what to do, for it had been a long time since he had felt such human emotions. Mirage had taken them from him when she had made him an eel, but they were coming slowly back to him.
Jasmine went to the balcony, her heart breaking within her. Tears that she had not let fall began to, as she did not withhold them any longer. The future was now uncertain, and she knew not what to do. The man she loved was no longer that man, but someone utterly different, and only time would tell if anything of Aladdin had survived.
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Jasmine turned from him, from them both, and walked away, her arms hugged close to her as if she was cold. Aladdin did not pursue her, only watched her, a sad look upon his face. She would not, and he would die....
"I love you, Aladdin, yet I do not know who you will be when the sun rises. But I will always love the half that is you, and perhaps, in time, I shall love the man that you are to become, or I shall not," Jasmine said softly, not turning to him.
"That is all that I can ask," Aladdin said, stepping closer to her.
She turned, and he took her in his arms. Holding her close, he could not suppress the tears that threatened to spill. Silently he cried as he held her, afraid to let her go.
"Oh, how I wish this would not happen," he sighed.
"Isn't there any way to stop it?" she whispered.
"No," he sighed.
"The sun is coming," Mozenrath said, his voice almost reluctant to upset the lovers' last moments.
Aladdin nodded, and bent forward to gently kiss Jasmine. Their lips met, and held; as if it would be the last the two would share. Then he let her go, and went to stand beside Mozenrath, as she watched, helpless to stop what was about to happen.
"I hate this," Mozenrath sighed.
"So do I, and to think. Once we couldn't live without each other, now we can't live with each other," Aladdin said.
"Should we allow her to watch?" Mozenrath asked.
"Yes, she needs this, and so do we," Aladdin said.
"Then so be it. Xerxes?" Mozenrath said, gently patting the eel on his shoulder.
Xerxes uncurled from his neck, and flew slightly away.
"Time?" he asked.
"Yes, little brother, it is time," Mozenrath said.
The sun began to rise, its light touching the balcony. Reaching out, the two grasped each other's hand, and waited for what they knew would be the end of them, and the beginning of another.
The light touched them; seemingly making them glow as suddenly their hands began to meld together. There wasn't any pain as they were slowly drawn towards each other, their flesh becoming transparent as they slowly melded. Light surrounded them, no longer from just the sun, but from their own power melding together. Tears continued to slide down Aladdin's face as he looked towards Jasmine, to watch her face become spell bound, horrified, and awed in one breath. His heart felt like it would shatter under her gaze, yet another form of his heart melded with his, making it darker, harder, and yet still just as fragile. Mozenrath's thoughts became his thoughts, and his thoughts melded into Mozenrath's. Their personalities and souls intertwined, becoming one, even as they fought to keep separate. Their eyes melded, becoming a brown so dark it was near black, their hair melded, becoming shoulder length, and the color was as black as a starless night. Hands melded, becoming stronger, yet just as slender, as the glove returned back to its rightful Master. Memories melded, becoming a twisted line of sorrow an joy, tangled memories of two me, now one. Their hearts became one, and their mind no longer knew a difference between them. Their magic became strong once more, sharp, deadly, and gentle in its new ways. Yet something remained within this union, a small piece of a heart that once belonged to one boy, who had dared to love a Princess.
Alarath Moddin took his first breath, and collapsed as newly formed legs refused to work. Hands caught him, and he looked up into gray eyes, before his vision faded, and darkness took him.
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Xerxes frowned slightly as he maneuvered his brother to the ground. The newly reformed young man looked up into the surprised brown eyes of the Princess, and he smiled at her.
"It is only the shock of becoming one again, he shall be fine," he said, then blushed slightly, "If you could, Princess, could you give us something to cover up in, I'm not very comfortable having you see me like this, though I don't think Alarath would care at the moment, but it is best..."
"Of course," Jasmine said, fighting to retain her thoughts as she reached for the sheets of her bed, and stripping them from it, handed them to the young man.
"Thank you," he said softly, and wrapped one around himself, then laid the other over his brother.
Jasmine nodded, then turned away, heading for the balcony. Xerxes let her go, unknowing what to do, for it had been a long time since he had felt such human emotions. Mirage had taken them from him when she had made him an eel, but they were coming slowly back to him.
Jasmine went to the balcony, her heart breaking within her. Tears that she had not let fall began to, as she did not withhold them any longer. The future was now uncertain, and she knew not what to do. The man she loved was no longer that man, but someone utterly different, and only time would tell if anything of Aladdin had survived.