NOOoooooo, I just noticed THIS time that I can't see the italics on the
website?! Or is it just me? GAH! Well, if the characters start talking in
first person, and it's not in quotes, that probably means they're thinking
the thought. I know most of you probably figured it out already. Not much
to say this time. . . hmm. . . well . . .
Enjoy ^ ^
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Chapter 5: Path of the Lonely One
Jafar mimicked mockingly, "Welcome to the group kid, nyah nyah." Gazing into his enchanted hourglass, he watched the antics of the group. He was purely disgusted by it. But he considered Johara's story, this story of hers . . . he smirked, I just found her weakness. He stalked imperiously around in the secret compartment within the palace. Fools, he sneered, they don't realize that I'm right under their noses. Fingering the diamond ring of the sultan's he had taken quite a while ago, he thought, I guess Iago didn't tell them, then he spat with disgust, that little weakling of a traitor, he abandoned me, he tried to KILL me. Then Jafar reconsidered with a proud thought, Then again, considering it's me we're talking about, that's not much of a surprise. He chuckled to himself, "It doesn't matter anymore, what's past is past, they'll ALL get their just rewards." Vaulting over to his hourglass again, his eyes turned towards the image of Johara, and in a scheming voice he said, "Now all I need . . . is her."
*****
With people dropping by to see her everyday, Johara never felt lonely in that single room in the vast palace. Sometimes Abu, Iago, Carpet and Genie came in together, or sometimes just Iago and Abu, or sometimes just Carpet and Genie. When Abu and Iago came by, Johara performed little tricks for them and they'd just have fun and relax. When Genie and Carpet came in, they'd perform little tricks for Johara and they'd just have fun and relax. Sometimes Jasmine came in and they just had hours together of girl to girl talk. Sometimes Aladdin came in and he'd tell stories of all the adventures he had with the group. Johara was enchanted by these stories full of action, full of adventure, and sometimes, even enthralled by the storyteller himself. As for Johara herself though, she didn't really understand why these people were so nice to her. They barely even knew her. She also didn't understand these feelings she was starting to have for Aladdin, maybe it was his friendly character, or maybe she looked up to him as a big brother. All she knew was that she was happy to be with him and felt tiny pricks of jealousy when she saw Jasmine walk away with Aladdin.
That day, Aladdin had just left, after telling her a story. She unconsciously stared at his retreating figure. Then she saw Jasmine meet him at the door and wave to her. She snapped out of her daydream and waved back happily. As soon as Jasmine and Aladdin had left, Johara kicked herself mentally, "what am I thinking?! Me + Aladdin? Nu- Uh. No way. Period. Aladdin + Jasmine. Period. Jasmine = sister. Sisters don't betray sisters. Period." Johara sighed, stopping her mental abuse, and got up from her luxurious bed. She walked over to the door slowly, and pushed it closed . . . firmly. She then paced back to her bed and changed back into her street clothes; the same tan pants and purplish-crimson shirt. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked to the throne room. She was greeted by an enthusiastically friendly voice, "Johara!"
Bowing down, she answered amiably, "Good day Sultan," then rising, she continued, "there is something I wish to speak to you about."
"What is it, my dear girl?"
"Mmm . . . is Aladdin here?"
"Ooh, you just missed him, I think he left with Jas---"
"Umm, it's all right, I'll just talk to you. Well, er . . . you see," Johara started nervously. Talking to a sultan is not an everyday practice, "I am very VERY grateful for your help in nursing me to health, but I think feel better now, and I shouldn't impose myself on your company for too long- --"
"Nonsense Johar---"
"Let me finish. I think I should go back to the city now. Um, I need to check on my little friends and see how they're faring and all."
"Oh yes yes, I see, but they'll all be very disappointed that they didn't get to say their farewells."
Johara walked toward the main doors of the room to leave, "It's alright, they can always visit me. They know where to go," then remembering her manners, she bowed down once more, "farewell Sultan," and left.
***** In Jafar's room, he was filled with excitement, "Yes, YES, leave the palace. NOW . . . you are MINE." He released his staff and it came to life once more. Jafar commanded, "Go fetch Achmar and Lachen won't you?"
*****
Walking down the streets of Agrabah once more, Johara sighed, Might as well that I didn't see them. I need to distance myself from them all, she shuddered, especially Aladdin . . . I will never . . . trust . . . anyone.
Walking into the sunset her shadow cast on the ground, she walked the path of the lonely one. Walking and walking forever alone.
*****
The group had just returned from a ride on the Carpet around the city. Aladdin hugged Jasmine and swung her off the carpet and the two danced into the throne room. Iago and Abu grumbled about the two lovebirds' behavior and scrambled off to Johara's room. The sultan called after them, "Where are you two going?"
Iago squawked back, "Where do you THINK we're going? To Johara's, I'd think it be obvious."
"Johara's not here anymore."
Aladdin and Jasmine came to a complete standstill, as everyone shouted, "WHAT?!!?!?"
"You guys just missed her, she just left a while ago saying that she needed to go home and check on the other kids."
Aladdin spluttered, "But she can't have left without saying bye!"
"That's exactly what I said, but she said that you guys could always visit her."
Genie, shocked to pieces (literally) by Johara's departure, brought himself back together, "O yah! Of course, we know where she lives."
Jasmine said quietly, "I know why she left."
That simple statement was met by a chorus of, "You do?!"
"Aladdin, she's younger than me, but . . . I-I think she loves you, whether she knows it or not; but after her experiences, she's afraid to trust anybody."
Aladdin stammered, "How?! She can't possibly love me, she's just a fourteen or maybe even thirteen-year-old kid."
"Hush. Let me finish. I can see it in her eyes that she does, age doesn't matter . . . but then, she also loves me, as an older sister. She knows that I love you and she does not want to come between that in a billion years."
Aladdin sighed, I didn't ask for this, then he thought again, this time more in self pity, why me? He looked at Jasmine, "You know I love only you right?"
"I know . . ."
"Good," giving her a quick hug, then addressing the rest of the group, "Let's go visit her tomorrow. For today, bed up--- . . . ---- umm . . . where's Abu and Iago?"
*****
Achmar and Lachen, two hardy slave traders, both were fond of only a couple things in life. One of them was money, the second one was money, and the third one, hmm, lemme think, o yes, money! They were drinking at the pub that night haggling over the share of money they'd get from the day's profits, when they met up with a black cobra; Or should I say, the black cobra met up with them. As soon as they saw the cobra, they stopped haggling and exited the pub, following the cobra into the alleyways. The shadow of Jafar greeted them, "Ah yes, Achmar and Lachen, I'd like you to do a little something for me."
Achmar replied, "It would be our honor, your Excellency," and with a nudge from Lachen, he finished, "with a small fee, of course."
"Heh, that's all you fools care about isn't it? Well, if you can get me THIS girl who lives here," Jafar said as he conjured up a smoky image of Johara, then a picture of where she lived, "I will reward you greatly."
Lachen and Achmar sneered at the easy prey, and Lachen replied, "As good as gotten already."
*****
By the time Johara finally reached the area where she lived, it was night. She was greeted by little shouts of joy and greetings from the orphans who lived near her. She welcomed them with a playful bump on their heads.
A little one clamored, "Didju bwing anyting? We hungwy hungwy!"
She smiled and produced a couple loaves of bread and pieces of fruits from inside her cloak. All the children stared with wide round eyes of amazement. Johara broke pieces equally for all of them as one of the older children asked, "Where have you been this whole week? We thought for sure you had been caught by the guards!"
"I was living in the palace."
"The palace?! No way!"
"Yes way."
"No way."
"Yes way," she finished the conversation and walked the rest of the way to her house, leaving the children with the food.
She started up the stairwell of her dwelling sleepily. As she climbed though, she felt a mounting unease, I guess you can call it a premonition, whatever it was, it was giving her bad vibes. Johara's muscles tensed as she walked the last steps into her room. She dived through the doorway in case there was anyone waiting there, but to her surprise, no one was there. She relaxed and said, "Oh," then shrugged, "I guess it was a false alarm."
But even before she finished the word alarm, she felt someone strike the back of her head. The pain was the last conscious thought she had as she fell to the floor.
*****
Iago carried Abu as they flew into the nights of Agrabah, looking for Johara's house. Abu navigated the way as Iago flew right and left, getting more annoyed at Abu's uncertain directions. Luckily enough, Abu's directions turned out right. As they flew in for a landing, they heard the raucous laughs of two men. Mystified, they peeked into the building and saw Johara on the floor and two strange men laughing over the gold that they would receive. Enraged, Abu attacked first as Iago attempted to pull back on his tail whispering loudly, "NO monkey boy, don't!" but in vain. Abu had already attacked one of them by pulling his hat down over his face. Iago sighed and thought, "What did I ever do to deserve this," before flying in to join the rumble.
Johara stirred at the sounds of shouts, squawking, and monkey calls. Abu? Iago? Aladdin? She opened her eyes slowly and thought, why am I on the ground? She lifted herself slowly off the ground to meet the strangest sight she had yet to see. There were two men covered in scratches and bruises and monkey hair and parrot feathers around the place. Iago was in a makeshift cage with Abu, and both were battered and beat. He shouted, "It's about time you got up! Those are slave traders! Blast them already!!"
Johara turned to face the two approaching men. Now that they had gotten rid of the rodents, they would deal with this one. In her surprise and fear, she didn't start the magic as quickly as she would have liked. Her eyes started glowing slowly, which thankfully stopped the men for a moment, then the glow got stronger and she buffeted them with a blast of air. True, the two men slowed down, but they didn't get blasted across the room. Johara stopped in surprise and looked at her hands, why was it so weak? A sharp pain in her head reminded her. The blow to my head must have been harder than I thought. For a moment, she forgot about the two slavers, and that was the moment they needed, before Johara knew it, she was grabbed from behind and a damp cloth was pressed over her mouth and nose. She gasped, but she couldn't get any air; and the fumes emitted by the cloth made her dizzy and sleepy. She desperately tried to summon her magic, but for some reason she couldn't. Johara slowly gripped onto the arm that held her, and with unseen strength, she threw him over her, smashing a pot in the process. The other slaver shouted, "Achmar!" and rushed to aid his friend. Achmar shoved Lachen away snarling, "Get the girl you idiot!"
Abu was shouting, "Run! Run away!"
Johara staggered to her feet as if all her energy had been sapped, and muttered weakly, "Not without you two I won't," and took on an awkward fighting stance. She thought drowsily, there must have been some kind of potion in the cloth. I can't . . . think! Her vision started to blur as Lachen advanced on her with large canvas bag in his hands. Johara lashed out with a side kick, knocking Lachen to one side, but as she returned to her former position, Achmar had grabbed her leg and twisted it roughly; sending her falling to the ground. Johara painfully raised herself from the ground; she felt battered and bruised, and her leg was throbbing. The potion was taking more of an effect and she forgot about the fight as she gingerly touched her swollen knee. I think it's twisted.
Lachen had sneaked up behind Johara without her noticing. Holding the bag above his head, and holding his breath so as not to make himself known, he brought down the bag over Johara as quick as he could; faster than Iago or Abu could shout, "Look out!" Johara kicked and struggled in the bag and attempted to summon her powers, but the strange smell from the cloth was also in the bag. The darkness blinded her, and the fumes suffocated her. She struggled to stay awake but the overwhelming powers of the potion overcame her and darkness fell upon her. Seeing that the girl had fallen asleep, Lachen pulled out a sturdy rope and tied the bag together. If anyone were to spot him, they would think it was simply a bag full of merchandise, or laundry; never would they suspect a girl within it.
Iago and Abu watched helplessly from inside the cage, as they took her away. Iago was so furious, he started PECKING at the cage bars to try to escape, which obviously didn't do anything but knock out his sense and bend his beak. Abu was rattling the bars, trying to loosen them, but to no avail. Weak enough from fighting, the two sat down leaning on each other. Iago and Abu sighed simultaneously, Iago thought aloud, "Poor kid, I wonder if we'll ever see her again."
Abu responded, "I miss Johara already," and as his stomach growled, "I miss my banana parfait."
Iago bonked him on the head with his wing, "Can't you ever think of anything but food?!" Iago then spotted an apple in the corner, "Hey, there's a fruit over there."
Abu suddenly jumped up on his feet, wide-awake and alert, "There is?" Squinting, he suddenly spotted it in the corner and unknowingly, had already slipped through the bars of the cage and dashing towards the apple. About to spring on the apple, Abu was interrupted by a loud squawk from Iago, "YOU COULD SLIP THROUGH THE BARS THIS WHOOLE TIME AND YOU DIDN'T?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU MONKEY?!"
Abu halted and looked back at the cage with a confused face. Iago had dropped his head in amazement, "How stupid can they get," he muttered, then shouted, "Hurry up and get me outta here already!"
Abu, startled into action, scampered quickly over and started tugging at the cage. Unfortunately, the old rusty cage was embedded in the ground, and the monkey, tug as he might, could not free Iago.
Sighing, Iago shouted, "Then hurry up and FOLLOW THEM ALREADY!"
"What about you?" (which would actually sound like 'wha awou wou')
"I'll be fine, I'll be fine," Iago scoffed, "No problem, I'll only die of starvation, that's all, now GET GOING!"
Abu ran as quickly as he could after the retreating figures of the two slave traders, leaving Iago in the cage. In the darkness, the Arabian moon shone down on Iago, the light glinting off the cage. Falling asleep, Iago muttered, "Go squirt go . . ."
*****
Meanwhile, Achmar and Lachen were dashing away into the night to their appointed meeting spot with Jafar, smothering their gleeful laughs at the expected treasures and rewards. In their excitement they didn't notice a little monkey following their every move.
Indeed, Abu was following them, although his hunger and ache threatened him to abandon this vigil. Only his friendship for Johara pushed him onwards. Each step was heavier and heavier and heavier as his eyes threatened to close again and again. The two slave traders seemed to be getting farther and farther away. Abu couldn't last any longer, and though he kept on walking in his mind, he didn't realize it when he had fell down and fell asleep. Nor did he realize the dark shadow that swept by him and the hissing of snakes that followed the swish of the cloak.
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Finally finished. Sorry this one took so long to post. School's started. again -__- can't wait till spring break ^ ^ Stay tuned for more! Hmm. I think I'll have to change the rating to pg-13 soon . . . what do you think?
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Chapter 5: Path of the Lonely One
Jafar mimicked mockingly, "Welcome to the group kid, nyah nyah." Gazing into his enchanted hourglass, he watched the antics of the group. He was purely disgusted by it. But he considered Johara's story, this story of hers . . . he smirked, I just found her weakness. He stalked imperiously around in the secret compartment within the palace. Fools, he sneered, they don't realize that I'm right under their noses. Fingering the diamond ring of the sultan's he had taken quite a while ago, he thought, I guess Iago didn't tell them, then he spat with disgust, that little weakling of a traitor, he abandoned me, he tried to KILL me. Then Jafar reconsidered with a proud thought, Then again, considering it's me we're talking about, that's not much of a surprise. He chuckled to himself, "It doesn't matter anymore, what's past is past, they'll ALL get their just rewards." Vaulting over to his hourglass again, his eyes turned towards the image of Johara, and in a scheming voice he said, "Now all I need . . . is her."
*****
With people dropping by to see her everyday, Johara never felt lonely in that single room in the vast palace. Sometimes Abu, Iago, Carpet and Genie came in together, or sometimes just Iago and Abu, or sometimes just Carpet and Genie. When Abu and Iago came by, Johara performed little tricks for them and they'd just have fun and relax. When Genie and Carpet came in, they'd perform little tricks for Johara and they'd just have fun and relax. Sometimes Jasmine came in and they just had hours together of girl to girl talk. Sometimes Aladdin came in and he'd tell stories of all the adventures he had with the group. Johara was enchanted by these stories full of action, full of adventure, and sometimes, even enthralled by the storyteller himself. As for Johara herself though, she didn't really understand why these people were so nice to her. They barely even knew her. She also didn't understand these feelings she was starting to have for Aladdin, maybe it was his friendly character, or maybe she looked up to him as a big brother. All she knew was that she was happy to be with him and felt tiny pricks of jealousy when she saw Jasmine walk away with Aladdin.
That day, Aladdin had just left, after telling her a story. She unconsciously stared at his retreating figure. Then she saw Jasmine meet him at the door and wave to her. She snapped out of her daydream and waved back happily. As soon as Jasmine and Aladdin had left, Johara kicked herself mentally, "what am I thinking?! Me + Aladdin? Nu- Uh. No way. Period. Aladdin + Jasmine. Period. Jasmine = sister. Sisters don't betray sisters. Period." Johara sighed, stopping her mental abuse, and got up from her luxurious bed. She walked over to the door slowly, and pushed it closed . . . firmly. She then paced back to her bed and changed back into her street clothes; the same tan pants and purplish-crimson shirt. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked to the throne room. She was greeted by an enthusiastically friendly voice, "Johara!"
Bowing down, she answered amiably, "Good day Sultan," then rising, she continued, "there is something I wish to speak to you about."
"What is it, my dear girl?"
"Mmm . . . is Aladdin here?"
"Ooh, you just missed him, I think he left with Jas---"
"Umm, it's all right, I'll just talk to you. Well, er . . . you see," Johara started nervously. Talking to a sultan is not an everyday practice, "I am very VERY grateful for your help in nursing me to health, but I think feel better now, and I shouldn't impose myself on your company for too long- --"
"Nonsense Johar---"
"Let me finish. I think I should go back to the city now. Um, I need to check on my little friends and see how they're faring and all."
"Oh yes yes, I see, but they'll all be very disappointed that they didn't get to say their farewells."
Johara walked toward the main doors of the room to leave, "It's alright, they can always visit me. They know where to go," then remembering her manners, she bowed down once more, "farewell Sultan," and left.
***** In Jafar's room, he was filled with excitement, "Yes, YES, leave the palace. NOW . . . you are MINE." He released his staff and it came to life once more. Jafar commanded, "Go fetch Achmar and Lachen won't you?"
*****
Walking down the streets of Agrabah once more, Johara sighed, Might as well that I didn't see them. I need to distance myself from them all, she shuddered, especially Aladdin . . . I will never . . . trust . . . anyone.
Walking into the sunset her shadow cast on the ground, she walked the path of the lonely one. Walking and walking forever alone.
*****
The group had just returned from a ride on the Carpet around the city. Aladdin hugged Jasmine and swung her off the carpet and the two danced into the throne room. Iago and Abu grumbled about the two lovebirds' behavior and scrambled off to Johara's room. The sultan called after them, "Where are you two going?"
Iago squawked back, "Where do you THINK we're going? To Johara's, I'd think it be obvious."
"Johara's not here anymore."
Aladdin and Jasmine came to a complete standstill, as everyone shouted, "WHAT?!!?!?"
"You guys just missed her, she just left a while ago saying that she needed to go home and check on the other kids."
Aladdin spluttered, "But she can't have left without saying bye!"
"That's exactly what I said, but she said that you guys could always visit her."
Genie, shocked to pieces (literally) by Johara's departure, brought himself back together, "O yah! Of course, we know where she lives."
Jasmine said quietly, "I know why she left."
That simple statement was met by a chorus of, "You do?!"
"Aladdin, she's younger than me, but . . . I-I think she loves you, whether she knows it or not; but after her experiences, she's afraid to trust anybody."
Aladdin stammered, "How?! She can't possibly love me, she's just a fourteen or maybe even thirteen-year-old kid."
"Hush. Let me finish. I can see it in her eyes that she does, age doesn't matter . . . but then, she also loves me, as an older sister. She knows that I love you and she does not want to come between that in a billion years."
Aladdin sighed, I didn't ask for this, then he thought again, this time more in self pity, why me? He looked at Jasmine, "You know I love only you right?"
"I know . . ."
"Good," giving her a quick hug, then addressing the rest of the group, "Let's go visit her tomorrow. For today, bed up--- . . . ---- umm . . . where's Abu and Iago?"
*****
Achmar and Lachen, two hardy slave traders, both were fond of only a couple things in life. One of them was money, the second one was money, and the third one, hmm, lemme think, o yes, money! They were drinking at the pub that night haggling over the share of money they'd get from the day's profits, when they met up with a black cobra; Or should I say, the black cobra met up with them. As soon as they saw the cobra, they stopped haggling and exited the pub, following the cobra into the alleyways. The shadow of Jafar greeted them, "Ah yes, Achmar and Lachen, I'd like you to do a little something for me."
Achmar replied, "It would be our honor, your Excellency," and with a nudge from Lachen, he finished, "with a small fee, of course."
"Heh, that's all you fools care about isn't it? Well, if you can get me THIS girl who lives here," Jafar said as he conjured up a smoky image of Johara, then a picture of where she lived, "I will reward you greatly."
Lachen and Achmar sneered at the easy prey, and Lachen replied, "As good as gotten already."
*****
By the time Johara finally reached the area where she lived, it was night. She was greeted by little shouts of joy and greetings from the orphans who lived near her. She welcomed them with a playful bump on their heads.
A little one clamored, "Didju bwing anyting? We hungwy hungwy!"
She smiled and produced a couple loaves of bread and pieces of fruits from inside her cloak. All the children stared with wide round eyes of amazement. Johara broke pieces equally for all of them as one of the older children asked, "Where have you been this whole week? We thought for sure you had been caught by the guards!"
"I was living in the palace."
"The palace?! No way!"
"Yes way."
"No way."
"Yes way," she finished the conversation and walked the rest of the way to her house, leaving the children with the food.
She started up the stairwell of her dwelling sleepily. As she climbed though, she felt a mounting unease, I guess you can call it a premonition, whatever it was, it was giving her bad vibes. Johara's muscles tensed as she walked the last steps into her room. She dived through the doorway in case there was anyone waiting there, but to her surprise, no one was there. She relaxed and said, "Oh," then shrugged, "I guess it was a false alarm."
But even before she finished the word alarm, she felt someone strike the back of her head. The pain was the last conscious thought she had as she fell to the floor.
*****
Iago carried Abu as they flew into the nights of Agrabah, looking for Johara's house. Abu navigated the way as Iago flew right and left, getting more annoyed at Abu's uncertain directions. Luckily enough, Abu's directions turned out right. As they flew in for a landing, they heard the raucous laughs of two men. Mystified, they peeked into the building and saw Johara on the floor and two strange men laughing over the gold that they would receive. Enraged, Abu attacked first as Iago attempted to pull back on his tail whispering loudly, "NO monkey boy, don't!" but in vain. Abu had already attacked one of them by pulling his hat down over his face. Iago sighed and thought, "What did I ever do to deserve this," before flying in to join the rumble.
Johara stirred at the sounds of shouts, squawking, and monkey calls. Abu? Iago? Aladdin? She opened her eyes slowly and thought, why am I on the ground? She lifted herself slowly off the ground to meet the strangest sight she had yet to see. There were two men covered in scratches and bruises and monkey hair and parrot feathers around the place. Iago was in a makeshift cage with Abu, and both were battered and beat. He shouted, "It's about time you got up! Those are slave traders! Blast them already!!"
Johara turned to face the two approaching men. Now that they had gotten rid of the rodents, they would deal with this one. In her surprise and fear, she didn't start the magic as quickly as she would have liked. Her eyes started glowing slowly, which thankfully stopped the men for a moment, then the glow got stronger and she buffeted them with a blast of air. True, the two men slowed down, but they didn't get blasted across the room. Johara stopped in surprise and looked at her hands, why was it so weak? A sharp pain in her head reminded her. The blow to my head must have been harder than I thought. For a moment, she forgot about the two slavers, and that was the moment they needed, before Johara knew it, she was grabbed from behind and a damp cloth was pressed over her mouth and nose. She gasped, but she couldn't get any air; and the fumes emitted by the cloth made her dizzy and sleepy. She desperately tried to summon her magic, but for some reason she couldn't. Johara slowly gripped onto the arm that held her, and with unseen strength, she threw him over her, smashing a pot in the process. The other slaver shouted, "Achmar!" and rushed to aid his friend. Achmar shoved Lachen away snarling, "Get the girl you idiot!"
Abu was shouting, "Run! Run away!"
Johara staggered to her feet as if all her energy had been sapped, and muttered weakly, "Not without you two I won't," and took on an awkward fighting stance. She thought drowsily, there must have been some kind of potion in the cloth. I can't . . . think! Her vision started to blur as Lachen advanced on her with large canvas bag in his hands. Johara lashed out with a side kick, knocking Lachen to one side, but as she returned to her former position, Achmar had grabbed her leg and twisted it roughly; sending her falling to the ground. Johara painfully raised herself from the ground; she felt battered and bruised, and her leg was throbbing. The potion was taking more of an effect and she forgot about the fight as she gingerly touched her swollen knee. I think it's twisted.
Lachen had sneaked up behind Johara without her noticing. Holding the bag above his head, and holding his breath so as not to make himself known, he brought down the bag over Johara as quick as he could; faster than Iago or Abu could shout, "Look out!" Johara kicked and struggled in the bag and attempted to summon her powers, but the strange smell from the cloth was also in the bag. The darkness blinded her, and the fumes suffocated her. She struggled to stay awake but the overwhelming powers of the potion overcame her and darkness fell upon her. Seeing that the girl had fallen asleep, Lachen pulled out a sturdy rope and tied the bag together. If anyone were to spot him, they would think it was simply a bag full of merchandise, or laundry; never would they suspect a girl within it.
Iago and Abu watched helplessly from inside the cage, as they took her away. Iago was so furious, he started PECKING at the cage bars to try to escape, which obviously didn't do anything but knock out his sense and bend his beak. Abu was rattling the bars, trying to loosen them, but to no avail. Weak enough from fighting, the two sat down leaning on each other. Iago and Abu sighed simultaneously, Iago thought aloud, "Poor kid, I wonder if we'll ever see her again."
Abu responded, "I miss Johara already," and as his stomach growled, "I miss my banana parfait."
Iago bonked him on the head with his wing, "Can't you ever think of anything but food?!" Iago then spotted an apple in the corner, "Hey, there's a fruit over there."
Abu suddenly jumped up on his feet, wide-awake and alert, "There is?" Squinting, he suddenly spotted it in the corner and unknowingly, had already slipped through the bars of the cage and dashing towards the apple. About to spring on the apple, Abu was interrupted by a loud squawk from Iago, "YOU COULD SLIP THROUGH THE BARS THIS WHOOLE TIME AND YOU DIDN'T?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU MONKEY?!"
Abu halted and looked back at the cage with a confused face. Iago had dropped his head in amazement, "How stupid can they get," he muttered, then shouted, "Hurry up and get me outta here already!"
Abu, startled into action, scampered quickly over and started tugging at the cage. Unfortunately, the old rusty cage was embedded in the ground, and the monkey, tug as he might, could not free Iago.
Sighing, Iago shouted, "Then hurry up and FOLLOW THEM ALREADY!"
"What about you?" (which would actually sound like 'wha awou wou')
"I'll be fine, I'll be fine," Iago scoffed, "No problem, I'll only die of starvation, that's all, now GET GOING!"
Abu ran as quickly as he could after the retreating figures of the two slave traders, leaving Iago in the cage. In the darkness, the Arabian moon shone down on Iago, the light glinting off the cage. Falling asleep, Iago muttered, "Go squirt go . . ."
*****
Meanwhile, Achmar and Lachen were dashing away into the night to their appointed meeting spot with Jafar, smothering their gleeful laughs at the expected treasures and rewards. In their excitement they didn't notice a little monkey following their every move.
Indeed, Abu was following them, although his hunger and ache threatened him to abandon this vigil. Only his friendship for Johara pushed him onwards. Each step was heavier and heavier and heavier as his eyes threatened to close again and again. The two slave traders seemed to be getting farther and farther away. Abu couldn't last any longer, and though he kept on walking in his mind, he didn't realize it when he had fell down and fell asleep. Nor did he realize the dark shadow that swept by him and the hissing of snakes that followed the swish of the cloak.
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Finally finished. Sorry this one took so long to post. School's started. again -__- can't wait till spring break ^ ^ Stay tuned for more! Hmm. I think I'll have to change the rating to pg-13 soon . . . what do you think?