Mozenrath stared at his-er, her new body in the mirror. As he stated, he couldn't believe it. He didn't even look like himself anymore. He didn't even sound like himself anymore! A once smooth and sexy voice was now higher and harmonic. His body had totally changed without his permission. And all because he was still too irritated and too sleepy to let someone pound on his Citadel doors all morning because the mamluks wouldn't answer it.
His hair was all the way down his back and stopped at his knees. His hips were, well, huge. His body was naturally thin and wiry. He was built for being quick and agile. Not childbirth!! Now his body was shapely. He had curves his body wasn't supposed to have. His legs and arms were not so skinny now and he had more body weight.
His chest, which was normally flat, but still muscular, was now busty and bigger than even the Princess'.
" Hah! My chest is bigger than the Princess'-what the hell am I so happy for?!! I gotta figure a way outta this and get back to normal before I go and beat Cordelia over the head with something preferably heavy!"
Mozenrath readjusted his clothes and turned to go to his lab to find someway to get rid of this curse thing that Cordelia put on him. Unfortunately he got stuck in the secret entrance with his new, and rather large hips. He had to wiggle to get himself free and then came to the conclusion that running down steps with newly acquired breasts was not a good idea.
Upon reaching his lab, Mozenrath began looking through some of his more recent spell books; looking for some kind of cure to his predicament. Cordelia was not that smart. She didn't have the sense Allah gave a goose; he should be able to find some kind of treatment for this.
" Blood relative…blood relative…freakin' blood relative argh!!" He slammed yet another book shut in annoyance at finding the same thing for the longest time. He hadn't been able to find a loophole yet. The spell was basic, so that meant there would be no need for loopholes, so none were invented. Everyone had blood relatives.
" Sure, everyone has blood relatives. BUT WHO WANTS TO ASK FOR HELP?!!" He cleared the workspace of the cumbersome books and plopped his head down on his arms to sulk.
That's when he noticed something. His right hand didn't have the usual hard edge to it. Curious, he lifted it and dropped it again. There wasn't the usually CLACK of clothed bones hitting wood; it was more of a THUD.
" Uh?" Brows furrowing together, he lifted up his arm and removed the gauntlet covering it.
" My hand?!!"
His right hand was back the way it used to be. Totally normal and as pale as the rest of him was. The only difference was that there was black nail polish on his well-manicured nails.
" Huh, well, would you look at that? One curse replaced with another…Well, at least I still have my magic." Mozenrath replaced his gauntlet and lazily pointed to the lights in the room to brighten the candles.
BUZZ ZING POPNothing happened.
" What the-" He looked at his index finger. A blue-black ball of energy shrank and shrank until it was no more. He could no longer feel the pull from the magic in his blood. His gauntlet didn't crackle with power; it didn't even tingle with the sensation of his hand being eaten away! It was useless.
" ………AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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A female's scream rocked the Citadel to its foundation. Rocks and dust were shaken loose and fell to the floor. Some of the walls cracked along with the ground. Some Mamluks fell apart at the sound from the sheer volume of it.
In the secret lab of the Ruler Of The Black Sands, sat a female wailing a la Sailor Moon. Tears fell from her eyes as she wailed on and on about the loss of her magic and cursed a gauntlet sitting on the table; seemingly laughing at her.
A brown and black flying eel floated into the room to investigate the sound. He had disengaged from his charge during the pursuit of the 'crazy girl'. After seeing her leave, he decided to look for his master and see what became of him. The 'crazy girl' had been humming the bridal theme for a wedding. She seemed too happy to be a ghost.
" Master?"
Xerxes looked around the lab for whatever was making the noise. He didn't see Mozenrath anywhere. And he knew for a fact that no women were in the Citadel. He came upon the wailing, black clad figure in the middle of the room.
" Who you?" He poked the figure with his fin.
Mozenrath glared from under his veil of long hair and smacked him away. " Do you mind?! I'm having a moment!!"
Xerxes flew into the wall and knocked over a candelabra and a globe. He growled when he could float again. Then he skirted over to where Mozenrath was and poked at him again. Mozenrath got irritated when Xerxes didn't quit poking him. He growled in his throat and snacked Xerxes out of the air.
" WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!! I AM TRYING TO MOURN PROPERLY FOR MY LOSS OF POWERS ALONG WITH MY LOSS OF MY ORIGINAL BODY AND MY LOSS OF MY ORIGINAL GENDER AND YOU JUST COME AROUND AND CONTINUOUSLY POKE AT ME LIKE SOME ALLAH FORSAKEN PIN CUSHION!! WELL I'M NOT ASKING YOU, I'M TELLING YOU TO LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!!!!!!"
As soon as Mozenrath finished his rant, he let go of Xerxes; who promptly flew into and through several bookcases. Mozenrath panted after venting a little. Then regained his breath with a sigh and ran his fingers through impossibly long hair.
" That must be PMS…Huh…No wonder I'm so emotional…" He mused aloud.
Xerxes timidly came floating over to where he was. Mozenrath eyed him with annoyance, but sighed with resignation. " It's me Xerxes."
The eel tilted his head and swam around him. Mozenrath got irritated at the 7th time that Xerxes circled him and smacked him away. " What were you a vulture in another life? Knock it off junior!"
Xerxes flipped in the air a few times before he righted himself. No one could actually hit him like that but Mozenrath. And since this girl screamed like him, smacked like him and had the same temper, it could be possible that she was he.
" Master?"
Mozenrath sighed. " Very good Xerxes. Now go get a crystal ball and roll it over here."
Xerxes nodded and swam off. He returned a few minutes later with a white crystal ball. Mozenrath picked up the ball with one hand, and after almost dropping it from the surprising weight, used both hands.
" This won't do. I was much stronger when I was a man. This female is going to hamper me, I know it." He thought aloud while rolling the ball across the table with one hand.
" Master girl?"
" Yes. 'Master girl'. Familiar idiot." He rolled his eyes, as Xerxes seemed to think it was a compliment. " Moving right along! There's the problem of finding blood relatives. I'd rather have quintuplets than ask my fur ball of a mother. I don't even know where my father is. I'm not even sure I have other family members! And if I did, how would I find them…Ow!!"
He jerked his hand away from the crystal ball. There was a small cut down the center of it. Blood dripped down onto the ball. Xerxes looked over his shoulder at his master's hand. " Master cut?"
" No I didn't cut myself! The damn thing bit me!" He turned around to smash the ball as equal revenge. But it was glowing now.
" Why glow?"
Mozenrath looked from his hand to the blood on the ball as it was absorbed and the ball glowed brighter. It took all of 0.03 seconds for him to figure it out. " It's looking for my blood relatives. It bit me to get my blood and now it's looking for them."
The ball sifted through a lot of faces as it's magic searched the Seven Deserts for his relatives. It finally stopped and showed three faces.
There was his mother. She was cackling about something or another. Then there was some man that kinda looked like him. He was talking to a group of people in what looked to be a cave with a lot of good and things like that. Then the last one was:
" ALADDIN??!!!!"
