Hmmm. . . some ppl might have been confused my "~~~END~~~" in the last
chapter, but it doesn't mean the stories finished, it just means that that
chapter is finished. ^ ^
WAAAAaaaaah!!! I JUST noticed that a lot of the ". . ." s that I type in
the word program come out as a single period on this website!! So if you
notice that there's a period where it should belong, u'll know that it's
actually a ". . ." (Maybe if I space it out it will work) Well, I'll fix
that. I think I need to work on my transition also. Owell. . . soo anyways.
. . what was I gonna say. . . ooh yea, thanks for the reviews, me want more
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Enjoy! ^ ^
W-wa-wait, one more thing I forgot, please excuse my Abu. You see, I don't wanna try to write out how he would say the words for fear of ruining his character, but if u've seen any Aladdin movie, you know what I mean by his lil monkey dialect ^ ^
Okay. NOW
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Chapter 4: Past and Trust
Jafar was peering at the group from where he stood. Johara. he smiled wickedly. He recomposed himself with his classic sneer and addressed the group, "I will be going now, but I assure you, we will meet again." He twirled his cloak, and with a cloud of smoke, he was gone. As he vanished, Jafar thought, hmm. I have found my little jewel... Then he grinned to himself, my key.
*****
Everyone had returned to the palace and everyone felt somewhat shaken by the day's events. Jasmine was sitting next to the bed where the strange girl lay. Johara was still unconscious. Jasmine sighed loudly while her thoughts rolled about in her head. Aladdin had told her what happened after they separated. This girl is the boy we saw in the market. She's . . . magical? How? Jasmine still found it hard to believe that such a young girl could be so powerful. How old was this girl anyways? Thirteen, fourteen? Jasmine sighed again. She didn't want to be jealous or anything, but female instincts are female instincts, she was going to make sure nothing more than friendship grew between Aladdin and the girl. Jasmine slapped herself mentally. How could I say that? Aladdin would never do that. Never. Jasmine brushed the hair out of Johara's face. Poor girl . . . and smiled, you'll be my little sister. I always wanted a little sister. Jasmine slowly put her head on the bed, holding onto Johara's hand and before she knew it, she was asleep.
Iago, Abu, the Carpet, and the Genie were naturally curious to what was going on. Aladdin had talked to Jasmine privately so they had no idea what was happening, nor did they know who the girl was. The four of them sneaked into the guestroom as soon as they saw that Jasmine had fallen asleep. Iago swooped onto Jasmine's shoulder squawking, "What is it with these people?! They never tell us nothing, and what's with the girl?! It's not everyday we drag in some Agrabah citizen to the palace just because they fainted," then flying off to perch on the head stand of the bed, he finished gently enough so that they knew he didn't mean what he said, "Sheesh."
Abu had been clambering up onto the bed sheets to investigate the mystery to the girl. Peering into Johara's face, he stared intently, squinting one eye after they other. Then, as if a light bulb went off in his head, he suddenly jumped up and chattered, "It's the kid from the marketplace."
Genie shouted, "Izza who?! The kid who ran into me? No way!" He shrunk down into a blue monkey and said to Abu, "I think you've been eating too many banana parfaits." Genie quickly zoomed back to the carpet as Abu swiped his paw angrily at him.
Iago peered down into the sleeping girl's face, "Wait a minute, wait a minute. I think monkey face here might be right. Look look look, her eyes have the same shape."
"O really, I can so tell," Genie said sarcastically, then coming closer, he shouted, "her eyes are CLOSED."
At that loud word, the girl snapped wide-awake letting out a small yip of terror, "Where am I?" which caused a chain reaction. Johara's cry sent Abu scrambling up the bedpost which in turn knocked Iago into the lit candle, which fell to the floor. Genie shouted in alarm and transformed into a siren, "Fire alert fire alert, put out the fire." The flames started to lick at the satin and silk nearby while Iago and Abu madly tried to stifle the fire, but to no avail. Jasmine suddenly awoke at the sounds of shouting and the smell of smoke. She swirled around to face the beginnings of a serious bonfire. She looked around desperately for a way to put out the fire, she spotted a flower pot. Snatching out the flowers, she dumped the rest of the water on the burning silk. The water somehow did not help, but instead increased the steady progression of the fire. The group was at their wits ends as Genie's futile attempts at putting out the fire didn't work.
Suddenly, the room hummed with the feeling of magic. Everyone felt calmer for no reason at all, the feeling reminded them of spring rain, or a misty morning. Last of all, the fire began to smother and die down for no apparent reason. Jasmine turned to look at the bed once more and stifled a gasp. Johara had stood up on the bed, her eyes glowing white, and her hand raised towards the direction of the fire. The magical feeling of moisture left them as the white aura around Johara died down. Then her eyes returned to normal, and she let out a huge breath of relief. She took a glance around the room smiling . . . but her smile died down as she met face after face of disbelieving shock. Jasmine stared at the girl, whose face was now looking at the ground. She does have magic. Clearing her throat, she asked tentatively, "Johara? Are you . . . okay? Umm . . . you're in the palace. Aladdin and the rest of us brought you here." Johara lifted her face as she sat down on the bed again, this time her face was masked, and everyone was shocked yet again by the distrust shown in her eyes. Everyone, somehow, was able to sense that they had done something wrong when they stared at her, and were ashamed by it. Carpet drifted over to Johara and circled playfully around her. Despite her defiant front, she was amused by the magic of the carpet. Sensing the thinning tension, Iago flew over to Johara's shoulder saying, "How in the world did you do that?"
Genie, supporting Iago, added in, shoving a mike in Johara's face, "Yep, you're magical, definitely magical. So would you, magically lady, like to inform this magical genie of your magical magic?" Genie gave a big grin like one of those talk show hosts and raised an eyebrow up and down.
Johara giggled and her mask was gone again and her eyes sparkled with happiness despite her initial distrust. "Why should I tell you?" she asked playfully.
Genie put on an affronted air, "Cuz I told you."
She raised her eyebrow quizzically.
Pulling out a written sheet of their conversation, he pointed, "Right there, see? 'So would you, magically lady, like to inform this M-A-G-I-C-A- L GENIE of your magical magic?' I told you I told you, I said I was a magical genie."
Johara snuggled back into the pillows and hugged her knees to her chest. This was her chance to let out her secret to these nice people. Friends of Aladdin, they must be good people. But then again, that's all she ever did before, to keep her secret in, so no one would know about her. No one discriminate her, she wouldn't be a freak. But the strain to keep it all in was too difficult, bottling up emotions is the most dangerous of all. She sighed audibly, "I don't know . . . if I should . . ."
Iago flew down onto her shoulder and whispered with uncommon sincerity, "You can't keep feelings inside like that, it's not healthy. We're friends. You can trust us."
Iago's last two words echoed in her ears. Trust us . . . trust us . . . she smiled, that's what Aladdin said. What do you know, he was right. I do trust them for some reason. "Trust you, you say. It's not that easy you know . . . the last time I did that . . . it wasn't a nice experience."
Jasmine said, "Tell us," as she sat on the bed besides Johara. Johara looked up into Jasmine's face, once again studying the sincerity that lay behind her eyes. She saw the defiance, the understanding, the bravery, the gentleness, the childishness of a sixteen-year-old, and yet, she also saw wisdom beyond her years.
Johara sighed again, relenting to her desires for friendship, "I don't really know why I have magic, I guess I was born that way, "she started slowly, then with growing strength, she continued on, "I never even knew my parents. I was taken in by people who provided care for me until I was able to fend for myself. I didn't consciously know about my magic back then, I just knew that sometimes, when I thought something, it happened."
Aladdin walked in the room quietly, seeing the group surround Johara. She was speaking. Aladdin sneaked closer. "It was lonely by myself. I'm not like Aladdin, he had Abu; so I craved company. Yes, I knew him, but not personally. I'd see him running from the guards sometimes, and he always escaped. So I started trying to make myself stronger, if he could survive by himself, I could. After training myself after a couple months, I attempted to test myself. I stole a simple little apple from one of the carts and before I knew it, these guards were chasing me. I never expected this fear to steal up on me, and I blundered, I tripped . . . and I was caught. Fear caused my subconscious to bring up my powers, and somehow I was able to escape. Little did I know that someone had actually seen me," a single tear glistened in her eyes, but no one noticed except for Aladdin who had gotten even closer to the group.
"I thought he actually cared, "she continued vehemently, "but no, all he wanted was my powers. I was a fool. I didn't realize it . . ." She sighed, "He approached me one day and asked if I wanted a home to stay it. I was doubtful of this person, it's not everyday someone offers a home. He reached out his hand and whispered, "I can help you with your powers. Trust me." My hopes soared as I stared at his hand and thought about what he said, too naïve to even doubt the virtue of this man. I took his outstretched hand in my seven-year-old hand and we walked away." She laughed bitterly, "Sure if not for him, I wouldn't be as strong as I am now. He didn't want me at all, he wanted my powers, only my powers. He trained me to get stronger, he talked about my powers. At the time, I was grateful that he was helping me, or so I thought he was at least, although he was harsh when I didn't do what he wanted properly. He convinced me to steal for him using my powers. I made him rich, and I would still be with him if it weren't for that night. He wanted me to steal this diamond that he spotted in one of the royal processions."
"Unfortunately, I didn't go well. He blundered the whole thing up, and when the guards were starting to surround us, he ran away and left me. I stared after his retreating figure, and it was at that point . . . it was at THAT point that I realized, these four years that went by, he never cared for me at all. My anger took hold and my magic came forth again. I formed a ring of wind around me and blasted it apart, scattering the guards and many people. When my magic died down, I felt so ashamed of what I did. I hurt people. As people picked themselves off the ground, they stared at me, they feared me. I couldn't take it, the eyes, the staring. I ran away and hid myself from the world. I learned . . . never to trust anyone, ever."
Finishing her story, Johara turned away. She was thinking, "I'm such a weakling. Here I am trusting again, I barely even know them." Genie was crying really hard, as he grabbed the Carpet to blow his nose, "Oops, sorry carpet." Disgusted, the carpet wiped itself off on Genie's back. Even Iago and Abu were unusually contained. Jasmine couldn't find the right words to comfort Johara. She heard footsteps behind her and saw Aladdin come close to the bed. Aladdin gave her a quick hug and sat beside her. He put his hand on Johara's head, and said softly, "You can trust us. Although you barely know me, and I barely know you, I trust you. You saved my life."
Jasmine added in, "Yes, I can't thank you enough for saving Aladdin. I trust you."
Genie said, between sobs, "Yea kid, *sob* trust is *sob* what *honk* friends do." Abu chattered agreeably.
Iago added in, "You're a nice kid, it's not always that people let me sit on their shoulders for so long you know," his way of saying that he trusted her too, although he would never say that outright."
Johara turned around and looked at all the shining faces around her. This was too good to be true. She asked tentatively, "You mean-you mean I can, are you saying that you'll let me, I can . . . I can---"she didn't want to say the last word for fear of bursting her bubble of hope. She whispered, "I can--- stay?"
They all smiled back at her, and Genie announced, "Welcome to the group kid." Then Genie whirled into a talk show host again, "Where you from, what's your name?"
Johara giggled at the pointless questions, "Johara."
"Oho, cool name, so should we call you Jo, or should we call you Ra, or should we call you, Johara."
*** Jafar mimicked mockingly, "Welcome to the group kid, nyah nyah." Gazing into his magical hourglass, he watched the antics of the group. He was purely disgusted by it, but he thought, this story of hers, I see her weakness . . . he smirked, I can use it to my advantage.
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Chapter four finite. I'm sorri if this chapter was a tad boring, this was one of those behind-the-people things where you get to know the characters a bit more . . . basically I guess you can call it a developmental chapter. ^ ^ Don't worry, next chapter will be more exciting.
Enjoy! ^ ^
W-wa-wait, one more thing I forgot, please excuse my Abu. You see, I don't wanna try to write out how he would say the words for fear of ruining his character, but if u've seen any Aladdin movie, you know what I mean by his lil monkey dialect ^ ^
Okay. NOW
Enjoy ^ ^
By the way, go visit bearmoon and toysrusgirl
Chapter 4: Past and Trust
Jafar was peering at the group from where he stood. Johara. he smiled wickedly. He recomposed himself with his classic sneer and addressed the group, "I will be going now, but I assure you, we will meet again." He twirled his cloak, and with a cloud of smoke, he was gone. As he vanished, Jafar thought, hmm. I have found my little jewel... Then he grinned to himself, my key.
*****
Everyone had returned to the palace and everyone felt somewhat shaken by the day's events. Jasmine was sitting next to the bed where the strange girl lay. Johara was still unconscious. Jasmine sighed loudly while her thoughts rolled about in her head. Aladdin had told her what happened after they separated. This girl is the boy we saw in the market. She's . . . magical? How? Jasmine still found it hard to believe that such a young girl could be so powerful. How old was this girl anyways? Thirteen, fourteen? Jasmine sighed again. She didn't want to be jealous or anything, but female instincts are female instincts, she was going to make sure nothing more than friendship grew between Aladdin and the girl. Jasmine slapped herself mentally. How could I say that? Aladdin would never do that. Never. Jasmine brushed the hair out of Johara's face. Poor girl . . . and smiled, you'll be my little sister. I always wanted a little sister. Jasmine slowly put her head on the bed, holding onto Johara's hand and before she knew it, she was asleep.
Iago, Abu, the Carpet, and the Genie were naturally curious to what was going on. Aladdin had talked to Jasmine privately so they had no idea what was happening, nor did they know who the girl was. The four of them sneaked into the guestroom as soon as they saw that Jasmine had fallen asleep. Iago swooped onto Jasmine's shoulder squawking, "What is it with these people?! They never tell us nothing, and what's with the girl?! It's not everyday we drag in some Agrabah citizen to the palace just because they fainted," then flying off to perch on the head stand of the bed, he finished gently enough so that they knew he didn't mean what he said, "Sheesh."
Abu had been clambering up onto the bed sheets to investigate the mystery to the girl. Peering into Johara's face, he stared intently, squinting one eye after they other. Then, as if a light bulb went off in his head, he suddenly jumped up and chattered, "It's the kid from the marketplace."
Genie shouted, "Izza who?! The kid who ran into me? No way!" He shrunk down into a blue monkey and said to Abu, "I think you've been eating too many banana parfaits." Genie quickly zoomed back to the carpet as Abu swiped his paw angrily at him.
Iago peered down into the sleeping girl's face, "Wait a minute, wait a minute. I think monkey face here might be right. Look look look, her eyes have the same shape."
"O really, I can so tell," Genie said sarcastically, then coming closer, he shouted, "her eyes are CLOSED."
At that loud word, the girl snapped wide-awake letting out a small yip of terror, "Where am I?" which caused a chain reaction. Johara's cry sent Abu scrambling up the bedpost which in turn knocked Iago into the lit candle, which fell to the floor. Genie shouted in alarm and transformed into a siren, "Fire alert fire alert, put out the fire." The flames started to lick at the satin and silk nearby while Iago and Abu madly tried to stifle the fire, but to no avail. Jasmine suddenly awoke at the sounds of shouting and the smell of smoke. She swirled around to face the beginnings of a serious bonfire. She looked around desperately for a way to put out the fire, she spotted a flower pot. Snatching out the flowers, she dumped the rest of the water on the burning silk. The water somehow did not help, but instead increased the steady progression of the fire. The group was at their wits ends as Genie's futile attempts at putting out the fire didn't work.
Suddenly, the room hummed with the feeling of magic. Everyone felt calmer for no reason at all, the feeling reminded them of spring rain, or a misty morning. Last of all, the fire began to smother and die down for no apparent reason. Jasmine turned to look at the bed once more and stifled a gasp. Johara had stood up on the bed, her eyes glowing white, and her hand raised towards the direction of the fire. The magical feeling of moisture left them as the white aura around Johara died down. Then her eyes returned to normal, and she let out a huge breath of relief. She took a glance around the room smiling . . . but her smile died down as she met face after face of disbelieving shock. Jasmine stared at the girl, whose face was now looking at the ground. She does have magic. Clearing her throat, she asked tentatively, "Johara? Are you . . . okay? Umm . . . you're in the palace. Aladdin and the rest of us brought you here." Johara lifted her face as she sat down on the bed again, this time her face was masked, and everyone was shocked yet again by the distrust shown in her eyes. Everyone, somehow, was able to sense that they had done something wrong when they stared at her, and were ashamed by it. Carpet drifted over to Johara and circled playfully around her. Despite her defiant front, she was amused by the magic of the carpet. Sensing the thinning tension, Iago flew over to Johara's shoulder saying, "How in the world did you do that?"
Genie, supporting Iago, added in, shoving a mike in Johara's face, "Yep, you're magical, definitely magical. So would you, magically lady, like to inform this magical genie of your magical magic?" Genie gave a big grin like one of those talk show hosts and raised an eyebrow up and down.
Johara giggled and her mask was gone again and her eyes sparkled with happiness despite her initial distrust. "Why should I tell you?" she asked playfully.
Genie put on an affronted air, "Cuz I told you."
She raised her eyebrow quizzically.
Pulling out a written sheet of their conversation, he pointed, "Right there, see? 'So would you, magically lady, like to inform this M-A-G-I-C-A- L GENIE of your magical magic?' I told you I told you, I said I was a magical genie."
Johara snuggled back into the pillows and hugged her knees to her chest. This was her chance to let out her secret to these nice people. Friends of Aladdin, they must be good people. But then again, that's all she ever did before, to keep her secret in, so no one would know about her. No one discriminate her, she wouldn't be a freak. But the strain to keep it all in was too difficult, bottling up emotions is the most dangerous of all. She sighed audibly, "I don't know . . . if I should . . ."
Iago flew down onto her shoulder and whispered with uncommon sincerity, "You can't keep feelings inside like that, it's not healthy. We're friends. You can trust us."
Iago's last two words echoed in her ears. Trust us . . . trust us . . . she smiled, that's what Aladdin said. What do you know, he was right. I do trust them for some reason. "Trust you, you say. It's not that easy you know . . . the last time I did that . . . it wasn't a nice experience."
Jasmine said, "Tell us," as she sat on the bed besides Johara. Johara looked up into Jasmine's face, once again studying the sincerity that lay behind her eyes. She saw the defiance, the understanding, the bravery, the gentleness, the childishness of a sixteen-year-old, and yet, she also saw wisdom beyond her years.
Johara sighed again, relenting to her desires for friendship, "I don't really know why I have magic, I guess I was born that way, "she started slowly, then with growing strength, she continued on, "I never even knew my parents. I was taken in by people who provided care for me until I was able to fend for myself. I didn't consciously know about my magic back then, I just knew that sometimes, when I thought something, it happened."
Aladdin walked in the room quietly, seeing the group surround Johara. She was speaking. Aladdin sneaked closer. "It was lonely by myself. I'm not like Aladdin, he had Abu; so I craved company. Yes, I knew him, but not personally. I'd see him running from the guards sometimes, and he always escaped. So I started trying to make myself stronger, if he could survive by himself, I could. After training myself after a couple months, I attempted to test myself. I stole a simple little apple from one of the carts and before I knew it, these guards were chasing me. I never expected this fear to steal up on me, and I blundered, I tripped . . . and I was caught. Fear caused my subconscious to bring up my powers, and somehow I was able to escape. Little did I know that someone had actually seen me," a single tear glistened in her eyes, but no one noticed except for Aladdin who had gotten even closer to the group.
"I thought he actually cared, "she continued vehemently, "but no, all he wanted was my powers. I was a fool. I didn't realize it . . ." She sighed, "He approached me one day and asked if I wanted a home to stay it. I was doubtful of this person, it's not everyday someone offers a home. He reached out his hand and whispered, "I can help you with your powers. Trust me." My hopes soared as I stared at his hand and thought about what he said, too naïve to even doubt the virtue of this man. I took his outstretched hand in my seven-year-old hand and we walked away." She laughed bitterly, "Sure if not for him, I wouldn't be as strong as I am now. He didn't want me at all, he wanted my powers, only my powers. He trained me to get stronger, he talked about my powers. At the time, I was grateful that he was helping me, or so I thought he was at least, although he was harsh when I didn't do what he wanted properly. He convinced me to steal for him using my powers. I made him rich, and I would still be with him if it weren't for that night. He wanted me to steal this diamond that he spotted in one of the royal processions."
"Unfortunately, I didn't go well. He blundered the whole thing up, and when the guards were starting to surround us, he ran away and left me. I stared after his retreating figure, and it was at that point . . . it was at THAT point that I realized, these four years that went by, he never cared for me at all. My anger took hold and my magic came forth again. I formed a ring of wind around me and blasted it apart, scattering the guards and many people. When my magic died down, I felt so ashamed of what I did. I hurt people. As people picked themselves off the ground, they stared at me, they feared me. I couldn't take it, the eyes, the staring. I ran away and hid myself from the world. I learned . . . never to trust anyone, ever."
Finishing her story, Johara turned away. She was thinking, "I'm such a weakling. Here I am trusting again, I barely even know them." Genie was crying really hard, as he grabbed the Carpet to blow his nose, "Oops, sorry carpet." Disgusted, the carpet wiped itself off on Genie's back. Even Iago and Abu were unusually contained. Jasmine couldn't find the right words to comfort Johara. She heard footsteps behind her and saw Aladdin come close to the bed. Aladdin gave her a quick hug and sat beside her. He put his hand on Johara's head, and said softly, "You can trust us. Although you barely know me, and I barely know you, I trust you. You saved my life."
Jasmine added in, "Yes, I can't thank you enough for saving Aladdin. I trust you."
Genie said, between sobs, "Yea kid, *sob* trust is *sob* what *honk* friends do." Abu chattered agreeably.
Iago added in, "You're a nice kid, it's not always that people let me sit on their shoulders for so long you know," his way of saying that he trusted her too, although he would never say that outright."
Johara turned around and looked at all the shining faces around her. This was too good to be true. She asked tentatively, "You mean-you mean I can, are you saying that you'll let me, I can . . . I can---"she didn't want to say the last word for fear of bursting her bubble of hope. She whispered, "I can--- stay?"
They all smiled back at her, and Genie announced, "Welcome to the group kid." Then Genie whirled into a talk show host again, "Where you from, what's your name?"
Johara giggled at the pointless questions, "Johara."
"Oho, cool name, so should we call you Jo, or should we call you Ra, or should we call you, Johara."
*** Jafar mimicked mockingly, "Welcome to the group kid, nyah nyah." Gazing into his magical hourglass, he watched the antics of the group. He was purely disgusted by it, but he thought, this story of hers, I see her weakness . . . he smirked, I can use it to my advantage.
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Chapter four finite. I'm sorri if this chapter was a tad boring, this was one of those behind-the-people things where you get to know the characters a bit more . . . basically I guess you can call it a developmental chapter. ^ ^ Don't worry, next chapter will be more exciting.