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Chapter 9: Chains of Death
Jafar swept forward and bowed, "Good evening, my liege. Death is busy somewhere else today, so I volunteered to help him out," he smiled, "So… Sultan…" Jafar swept aside revealing Johara behind him, "Meet Death."
"Johara, girl! What are you doing with Jafar!? Get away from him at once!"
A tiny voice came from a globe floating above the ground, "Father!"
"Eh? Jasmine?"
"Over here!" Jasmine shouted pounding furiously on the walls of the globe.
"Jasmine!" shouted the Sultan, once he had spotted her, "Jafar," he shouted imperiously, "RELEASE her at ONCE!"
"Oh, my dear Sultan… I don't think you're in quite the position to be telling ME what to do… Johara?" Jafar smiled surely and beckoned to the young girl behind him. With a blank stare, she advanced on the sultan, who was wringing his hands in distress, "Johara m'girl, what's the matter? Johara? Yeow!!" The sultan jumped in surprise and fear as a bolt of lightning glanced off the golden armrest of the throne. "Johara! What are you DOING!"
Johara halted in her steps for a moment. Jasmine watched her and noticed her pupils dilate and constrict in a whirling frenzy. She seemed to be struggling within herself… Johara, fight it!
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Johara watched helplessly as she felt her own body step towards the sultan. She felt the fear from him as she saw her arm lift up and fire a bolt of energy towards him. Johara sighed a breath of relief as it missed. She was still troubled though… she couldn't fight the overwhelming power of Jafar. She felt… trapped… inside her own body, her essence… a prisoner of herself. But when she heard the sultan yell, it seemed very far off, but the compassion in the voice… the fear… the confusion… it emanated to the depths of her soul. Johara summoned her energy and tried once again to fight the oppressive force binding her. I will fight… she wandered through her mind, seeing the chains of power tangled everywhere. How… do I break these? Her mind felt stagnant… drunk… power drunk… Summoning her magic within her mind, she summoned a sword of energy. It started materializing before her, and started fading again… Alarmed, she put more energy into it, and it started appearing again. The intense concentration required caused sweat droplets to appear on her face, as her eyebrows knit in furious determination. Come on… come ON… she urged the sword, and a moment later, a gleaming sword was floating in front of her.
Tentatively, she ran her hand along the blade and rested it on the hilt. With determined resolution, she suddenly closed her hand on the hilt and held it in a firm grip. Pain seared through her hands as she felt the energy run through her veins.
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Jafar stared at this new turn in events as Johara screamed out, or… actually, the shell of Johara. How in the seven deserts is her physical body moving without my command?! The unearthly sound was starting to irritate him just as it was sending cold chills up everyone's spines.
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Gripping the hilt and radiating energy, Johara charged at the nearest chain and slashed at it with all her might. It broke and dissipated easily, but it broke with a price. With each slash and shattered chain, the pain seared through Johara again and again. She was on her thirteenth chain when she collapsed, panting for breath. She removed her blistered hands from the sword and it disappeared back to where it came. She stared after the now empty space where the sword once was thinking… who ever thought that this pain could be so intense? I'm not even in physical form… but her thoughts were interrupted by a new chain of events.
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Jafar decided to act after half a minute of screaming… it was getting on his nerves. He brought his staff up again and turned it towards Johara, "Johara! Listen to ME! Submit to the voice, submit to my power."
Jasmine interrupted, "NO Johara! Don't!"
"SILENCE."
"Johara!"
"YOU are trying my PATIENCE, one more word girl, just ONE More word, and I---"
"Johara! You can do it! Fight! Break through!"
"Graargh!" Jafar shouted. He was at the end of his patience and he swung around with a mad glint in his eyes. In one fluid movement he brought his staff upwards and shouted, "Adavra Nezarath Burasto!" As soon as he had chanted these three words, a bolt of energy formed at the head of the staff and fired towards Jasmine…
… … …What happened next… no one expected…
The energy blast was deflected off of the globe, to Jasmine's surprise, but before she could breathe her breath of relief, it had turned into a gasp of horror. The bolt of energy had bounced off her shield… but it flew towards the sultan… and this time… it didn't miss…
"Nooooooooo!!!! Father!" Jasmine screamed. She rammed herself against the walls of the globe as hard as she could, and to her surprise it shattered. The next thing she knew, Jasmine was on the ground and running to the fallen Sultan while the broken shards of magic dissipated in the air. "Father! Wake up! Father!"
The Sultan stirred weakly, "Jasmine… daughter…"
Jafar interrupted their last minutes together, "Princess Jasmine, I hope you have learned your lesson," and turned his back on the scene before him and turned his attention to Johara.
Jafar stared at the screaming girl whose blood was inside him. Normally this screaming wouldn't bother him, but something was strange… his blood felt tingly, as if Johara's blood was boiling against his own… that is to say if he, himself, had any in the first place. He shook off his unease and raised his staff once more, "Johara! You will submit to my will! Bound by my voice, entrapped in this chant, fall to the power of my force…"
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Johara heard Jafar's voice booming out at her again, though this time, his voice sounded more powerful, as if his words held the power of magic. Suddenly she felt something move… it was moving very fast. Before her mind had time to process the sound, she was knocked over by a thicker chain. On the floor, Johara gingerly touched her shoulder where the chain had hit her. She looked at her hand… it was red… blood. Then before her eyes, the hand she held in front of her was snagged by a chain while another had taken hold of her right leg. Johara struggled against the two chains futilely as the chains stretched out and left her hanging in the air. She felt vulnerable, hanging in the midst of darkness, surrounded by these glowing chains… they reeked of Jafar… Out of the nothingness, another two chains appeared, one taking hold of her other hand, and the other taking hold of her other foot. Now Johara was held securely and there was nothing she could do.
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Jafar almost jumped in surprise when blood splattered out at him. The shoulder wound had come out of no where. Wha? What the? What is going on here?! By now, Jafar's misgivings were starting to gnaw at his confidence, but he ignored it, now that Johara was under complete control once more, and Jasmine was occupied with the Sultan. Jafar turned towards the two royal people with a slight smirk, pitiful mortals. Leaving the two be, Jafar then turned his attention to the throne… well, well, now how should I start remodeling…
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"No, father, you can't die!" Jasmine was sobbing into the Sultan's already blood stained robe, "You won't die!"
"There, there… Jasmine… don't cry. Your daddy will always be there for you… no matter… where he is." The sultan weakly smoothed Jasmine's hair and wiped the tears off her cheek. Jasmine held the hand, caressing it, as if it would disappear as soon as she let go.
"No, but I want you to be here father! First it was mother! Not you too! Who else will I have without you!?"
"You have Aladdin, dear… remember… remember I told you before your sixteenth birthday… when I said that… I wouldn't be here forever…? That's why… I wanted you to marry… so you would have… someone there for… you… when I'm gone…"
"No, you're not going anywhere, you're still here! You'll get better!"
The sultan went on, oblivious to what Jasmine had said. He seemed to be getting closer and closer to deaths door, his eyes had glazed over, his breath was more labored and he seemed dazed. "I'm glad… you chose Aladdin… he's a fine… young man… Now daughter… I need you to be a… responsible… girl… ready to be the wife… of a sultan… rule your people wisely… and justly…"
Jasmine could speak no more, all she could do was quiet her torrent of sobs and hold on to his hand… hoping that she could hold on to his life.
"Ah… I see my wife… I haven't seen her in a long… time… wait for me dear… I'm coming… I'm…" the sultan suddenly brought himself out of his daze temporarily, "Jasmine… you are my… daughter… and I… and I… will always, always… love you… … … … …"
"Nooooo!!!" Jasmine screamed, "Father!!! Noooooo!!!" She broke down completely now… and cried openly, "No… father…" her tears mingled with the blood and fell to the ground, like the hopes she had… crushed into dust.
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"Johara," Jafar commanded, "come here."
Obediently, Johara walked towards him, "Yes, master?"
Jafar smiled at this new obedient manner that Johara used… especially since he thought of it himself…oo yes you conceited genius, he thought to himself. "How do you think I should change this palace?"
"In whatever way the master wishes, master," replied the blank voice of Johara.
Jafar thought to himself, then again… it can get somewhat annoying. "Johara! Give me your opinion!"
"If master wishes, I believe master would like a darker setting, shall I change it for master?"
Jafar smirked, Much better…"If you will Johara dear, change it."
"Yes master." Johara then walked to the center of the room and commenced summoning her magic. A tinge of her memory passed through her as she started, "Use up all your magic and you will die…" but it went away before she realized it and Johara continued to call up her magic.
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Jasmine was wiping her eyes off when she saw Johara begin to glow. "No Johara…" she whispered. The young girl Jasmine was looking at was glowing intensely white, and the area around her emanated of dark energy. Then as Jasmine stared on, the ground beneath Johara began to change… as if the bright colors of the palace where becoming a vibrant grayscale version of it. The beautiful gold was turning into silver, the elegant blue drapes turning crimson red, the blue floor turning into an unfeeling white. Jasmine watched in horror as this change spread throughout the whole palace, the colors racing along the walls and up to the ceiling, along the floor to the rest of the palace. The only thing Jasmine could do was stare on, and she prayed, "Allah, save us…."
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Aladdin ran over to where Genie was, his heart pounding at his throat, NO! Please not Jasmine and Johara! Genie's two words echoed in his mind, "Dead people! Two of them!" Aladdin shook his head to get rid of the thoughts as he neared the corpses. He peeked at them quickly, and sighed a breath of relief, phew, not them, thank Allah. He looked again, "Hey! Aren't those two on the wanted list? Those two are those infamous slavers! Right Genie?"
"Uh… you expect moi to remember?"
Iago interrupted, "Shove off blue blubber, lemme see. Hey! You're right! They are those two. Eh… lemme think… what were their names?" Iago squinted, racking his brain for the information he wanted. After half a minute of thinking he gave up, signaled by his habit of tearing out his feathers every single time, "Ah whatever! Some slavers. Period."
Aladdin felt sick to his stomach as he looked at the two dead people again… "Ow… who could have killed them so horribly… Genie? Can you do a quick burial for them? Please?"
"No problem, one burial coming right u---" Genie stopped his arms in midair, staring at something behind Aladdin.
"Uh… Genie?" Abu waved his hands in front of the Genie's face, "Heelloo?"
Aladdin asked worriedly, "Genie! What's the matter?" It wasn't like Genie to stop in the middle of something as important as this.
"Uhm… Aladdin?" Genie replied hesitantly, "You don't know if we were expecting any remodeling at the palace do you?"
Aladdin raised his eyebrows, "Uh… no? Why do you ask?"
Genie pointed his finger in the direction of the palace.
Dreading the worst, Aladdin slowly turned around to look at the direction Genie was pointing. He nearly jumped backwards in surprise like everyone else who was now staring at the palace. It had turned black, and the domes were crimson… This… this is like my dream…! Aladdin then voiced the thought that everyone was thinking…
"Almighty Allah… … Jafar…!"
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So… what thinks the reader? Quite… depressing… I think… but you know… a story plot needs those parts where it looks like the villain has won everything ya know? So you can expect a major turnpoint soon… very soon…
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chapters… cuz that's what I told everyone else in the past ^ ^" okay, now I pprroomise I'll give him a bigger part… I mean… I kiinda already gave him a slliiightly bigger part… I think… anyways thanks for the review
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