But We Shall All Be Changed
(DISCLAMER: The title of this chapter is from Corinthians 15:51, from the Bible. I'm not exactly a religious person, but the words seemed appropriate.)
Mozenrath traced the marble patterns along the wall as the ache in his head grew. He'd listened far too much to that street rat. The fool had no clue what he was talking about. What did he know? So maybe he was right about the way he was always looked down upon.
For the first time, Mozenrath considered his reason's for fighting Aladdin. Not just Aladdin but even his desire to conquer the world. When had he gone down that particular path. With Aladdin it had begun because of the thirdack incident, and the humiliation he had suffered therein. But with the world?
~Power.~ he surmised.
But even then there was conflict. No matter if he conquered the world, not every kingdom had magic. And some of the wilder magic around he didn't want to attempt. Then there would be things like rebellions and unsatisfied nobles to deal with. No one person could rule alone. Randri had shown him that much at least.
~And God.~ Though Mozenrath had not heard of Allah speaking to anyone for thousands of years, he doubted very much that the gods of any religion would be pleased with a mortal man's conquest of their world. Why did he want the world anyhow? As far as he had seen, the world was a messed up place, lacking control, understanding, and unity. He couldn't mamluck everyone into a simpler state of mind. There would always be disgruntled peasants and workmen, usurping kings who though they could do it better. (Like himself.)
Mozenrath shook his head to clear it. He had more personal problems to deal with at the moment. Randri for one. He had avoided the nymph for the past few hours and strongly suspected he hadn't left the bedroom. "What was I thinking." she chided himself. He hadn't meant to say those words. They had just come out. The feel of Randri's hands on his body, the crisp, hot scent in the night air, that massive power flow at the very end. He hadn't been thinking clearly. Yes that was it. He had just temporarily lost his mind.
He turned the corner to the bedroom and paused, thinking about it. If he walked in now, what would the reaction be? A rant, possibly having to dodge objects being hurled at him. Or worse, Randri had been sobbing when he'd left. The nymph was likely to burst into tears again. Perhaps it would be better to just disappear into Jafar's lab for a while.
"Damn it Mozenrath don't be such a coward!" he forced himself to stride ford. After all, it was Randri's own fault for doing such things to him. For visiting such unimaginable pleasure on his body, for...Mozenrath shivered and had to stop, he forced himself back under control. He had to talk to Randri.
He was just about to turn the doorknob to the bedroom when the torso of a mamluck pulled itself down the hallway. "What the devil is it now?" he growled and the mamluck pointed frantically in the direction of the dungeon. "No." Mozenrath growled, forgetting about Randri and running down to the cells. "No!"
All of them were empty, mamluck parts strewn about, a few broken ceiling beams and a set of lock picks on the ground. Mozenrath growled low in his throat. They'd escaped, and with as many cities as Aladdin had saved they were bound to return with allies. He turned on his heel and stalked up to Jafar's lab. When they returned, he would have to be ready.
Sadira looked through her scrolls again and again, tossing the useless ones to the floor. "Lets see, Silvestress, Pairaka, Kat." she threw these down. "I just don't know. I mean, I've got a lot of mythology texts here. Mostly just stuff to give you ideas. I deal with sand magic, and from what you said Mozenrath is using a kind of wind magic, completely different."
"How so?" Jasmine asked, picking up a jar with a green eyeball in it.
"Well, most magic are connected to an element of some sort. Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, and Akasha (the mind). Certain elements work better together than others. Like, Earth and Fire would make for a good volcano spell, Wind and Water could create a killer hurricane. " She waved her hand and pulled down another spell. "Some magic won't mix properly, like Fire and Water, Earth and Wind. But ALL forms mix with Akasha. " Sadira grabbed a large text and tossed it too Aladdin. "Hold this please. People like Genie, their connected directly to the Akashic force."
"Well then why won't Genie's magic mix with others?" Aladdin flipped open the book and began looking for anything useful.
"There's two sides to everything. A person can perform almost any kind of magic, because magic itself isn't evil. But the way they PERSON is, affects how the magic will allow itself to be used. Like if Aladdin had Fire abilities, he could send a flame of magic through an entire city and though it might decimate every building, it wouldn't hurt a single person. But with someone like Mozenrath, it would simply destroy all things in it's path. Since Genies are typically bound to serve a master, their magic is in the middle, able to do nearly everything. Things like Killing or Forcing love on someone are directly immoral, so they get cut out somewhere in the mix." Sadira flopped down, carrying a few scrolls and lose papers. "The magic I have is a wilder magic, sort of a weak version of Earth magic. Akashic also controls the Life and Death forces. What Mozenrath uses is a dark side of pure Akashic magic. Understand?"
"No, but I've got the basics. Mozenrath has pure magic, but it's tilted to the darker powers." Aladdin surmised.
Sadira grimaced comically. "Not quite, but close enough. His.friend.Randri. Well, Randri is another person connected to the Akashic, but with the strong mixture of Earth behind him. All nymphs are tied in with the Earth, which is probably why Agrabah hasn't been changed into black sand and dead vegetation. Nymphs require beauty and life around them at all times."
"So, why would he pick someone like Mozenrath to."Iago trailed off, unwilling to say the words as bluntly as he usually did.
"Maybe he's got a thing for bad boys!" Sadira snapped and opened a huge book. "I have a small paragraph here in mixing sand with Wind, but I doubt if it'll be any help. This poison cloud doesn't sound like anything I've ever heard of before."
Jasmine flipped through a chapter on necromantic magic wrinkled her nose at the sight of some of the zombies. "Wait, Mozenrath is a necromancer right? That would make him connected to the dark side of the Akashic forces."
"From what you've told me, yes." Sadira tried to follow Jasmine's thought pattern.
"Well, what if we found a person who's directly connected to the light side of the Akashic." Jasmine asked.
"That would be difficult. See, it's very easy to get lured into the dark side. Being a part of the light Akashic forces means having a damn near unimpeachable morals. Most are either dark or a even mix of the two.
Aladdin sighed and slammed a book shut. "So what do we do? "
"I wish I had a better explanation for you. I really do. But I'm hardly an expert as far as street thieving is concerned. "Sadira blushed and hung her head.
Aladdin felt guilty for making her feel so bad and held her shoulders. "It's all right Sadira, it really is. You've given us more information then we've hoped for."
"Sadira, you mentioned that all forces are connected to the Akashic right? And that there are two sides to every force of power." Sadira nodded to each as Jasmine smiled slightly. "What if we found someone who was the pure form of the light side of Akashic forces?"
"That might work, but like I said their few and far between." Sadira sat down and rubbed her temples.
"Maybe not so far in between as you think." Iago piped up from his unusually long silence. "Remember Fasir? That old blind fellow with the bad habit of popping up whenever destiny calls?"
"Of course!" Aladdin said snapping his fingers. "Fasir helped us against Mirage back when she released that sleeping box on Agrabah!"
"But how do we contact him?" Jasmine brought up. "I mean, it isn't like we can just send him a message, we don't even know where he.stays." The word lived seemed a little unorthodox where Fasir was concerned. After all, they didn't really know what he was.
"We could always go YO FASIR and hope it.awk!" Iago's sarcasm was cut off by the blinding presence of a deceptively old man wearing the rags of a beggar.
"I see that someone seeks my counsel." Fasir said in his hypnotic voice.
"Between you and me monkey boy , I didn't think that was gonna work." Iago admitted.
Randri sat in the bath tub, mulling over the events of last night. His heart felt bents and twisted in his chest, his stomach was heavy with depressing brooding. He had heard Mozenrath say the words, in the quiet, fearing whisper he used when truly afraid of letting his emotions be realized. He had heard I love you escape those succulent lips.
And then had been bombarded with coldness and rejection.
That was it. He was tired of Mozenrath's ordering him around, always thinking he was there just for the night time liaisons they shared together! He KNEW Mozenrath had deep love for him! Sorcerers didn't just simply say something like that unless they meant it.
He couldn't understand why a man would lock such things away. As a nymph, he had always been free with his feelings. Where he was from, this freedom lived a passionate life, always able to be expressed and felt by those around you.
Perhaps that was Mozenrath's problem. He knew of Destain, the foul thing people called a man. He knew the basics of what had happened between his love and that sorcerer in the Citadel. Randri knew there was much more then what Mozenrath had told him, but wasn't willing to pry into details.
~Perhaps it's time to make him see. Randri hummed and sipped from a goblet of rich red wine. ~Perhaps it time to make him realize there's much more to life then the conquest of kingdoms and subjugation of the masses.~ Randri smiled a small smile to himself, remembering the secret island of his birth. He gazed out at the hot desert sun and whispered. "It is time to return home."
(DISCLAMER: The title of this chapter is from Corinthians 15:51, from the Bible. I'm not exactly a religious person, but the words seemed appropriate.)
Mozenrath traced the marble patterns along the wall as the ache in his head grew. He'd listened far too much to that street rat. The fool had no clue what he was talking about. What did he know? So maybe he was right about the way he was always looked down upon.
For the first time, Mozenrath considered his reason's for fighting Aladdin. Not just Aladdin but even his desire to conquer the world. When had he gone down that particular path. With Aladdin it had begun because of the thirdack incident, and the humiliation he had suffered therein. But with the world?
~Power.~ he surmised.
But even then there was conflict. No matter if he conquered the world, not every kingdom had magic. And some of the wilder magic around he didn't want to attempt. Then there would be things like rebellions and unsatisfied nobles to deal with. No one person could rule alone. Randri had shown him that much at least.
~And God.~ Though Mozenrath had not heard of Allah speaking to anyone for thousands of years, he doubted very much that the gods of any religion would be pleased with a mortal man's conquest of their world. Why did he want the world anyhow? As far as he had seen, the world was a messed up place, lacking control, understanding, and unity. He couldn't mamluck everyone into a simpler state of mind. There would always be disgruntled peasants and workmen, usurping kings who though they could do it better. (Like himself.)
Mozenrath shook his head to clear it. He had more personal problems to deal with at the moment. Randri for one. He had avoided the nymph for the past few hours and strongly suspected he hadn't left the bedroom. "What was I thinking." she chided himself. He hadn't meant to say those words. They had just come out. The feel of Randri's hands on his body, the crisp, hot scent in the night air, that massive power flow at the very end. He hadn't been thinking clearly. Yes that was it. He had just temporarily lost his mind.
He turned the corner to the bedroom and paused, thinking about it. If he walked in now, what would the reaction be? A rant, possibly having to dodge objects being hurled at him. Or worse, Randri had been sobbing when he'd left. The nymph was likely to burst into tears again. Perhaps it would be better to just disappear into Jafar's lab for a while.
"Damn it Mozenrath don't be such a coward!" he forced himself to stride ford. After all, it was Randri's own fault for doing such things to him. For visiting such unimaginable pleasure on his body, for...Mozenrath shivered and had to stop, he forced himself back under control. He had to talk to Randri.
He was just about to turn the doorknob to the bedroom when the torso of a mamluck pulled itself down the hallway. "What the devil is it now?" he growled and the mamluck pointed frantically in the direction of the dungeon. "No." Mozenrath growled, forgetting about Randri and running down to the cells. "No!"
All of them were empty, mamluck parts strewn about, a few broken ceiling beams and a set of lock picks on the ground. Mozenrath growled low in his throat. They'd escaped, and with as many cities as Aladdin had saved they were bound to return with allies. He turned on his heel and stalked up to Jafar's lab. When they returned, he would have to be ready.
Sadira looked through her scrolls again and again, tossing the useless ones to the floor. "Lets see, Silvestress, Pairaka, Kat." she threw these down. "I just don't know. I mean, I've got a lot of mythology texts here. Mostly just stuff to give you ideas. I deal with sand magic, and from what you said Mozenrath is using a kind of wind magic, completely different."
"How so?" Jasmine asked, picking up a jar with a green eyeball in it.
"Well, most magic are connected to an element of some sort. Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, and Akasha (the mind). Certain elements work better together than others. Like, Earth and Fire would make for a good volcano spell, Wind and Water could create a killer hurricane. " She waved her hand and pulled down another spell. "Some magic won't mix properly, like Fire and Water, Earth and Wind. But ALL forms mix with Akasha. " Sadira grabbed a large text and tossed it too Aladdin. "Hold this please. People like Genie, their connected directly to the Akashic force."
"Well then why won't Genie's magic mix with others?" Aladdin flipped open the book and began looking for anything useful.
"There's two sides to everything. A person can perform almost any kind of magic, because magic itself isn't evil. But the way they PERSON is, affects how the magic will allow itself to be used. Like if Aladdin had Fire abilities, he could send a flame of magic through an entire city and though it might decimate every building, it wouldn't hurt a single person. But with someone like Mozenrath, it would simply destroy all things in it's path. Since Genies are typically bound to serve a master, their magic is in the middle, able to do nearly everything. Things like Killing or Forcing love on someone are directly immoral, so they get cut out somewhere in the mix." Sadira flopped down, carrying a few scrolls and lose papers. "The magic I have is a wilder magic, sort of a weak version of Earth magic. Akashic also controls the Life and Death forces. What Mozenrath uses is a dark side of pure Akashic magic. Understand?"
"No, but I've got the basics. Mozenrath has pure magic, but it's tilted to the darker powers." Aladdin surmised.
Sadira grimaced comically. "Not quite, but close enough. His.friend.Randri. Well, Randri is another person connected to the Akashic, but with the strong mixture of Earth behind him. All nymphs are tied in with the Earth, which is probably why Agrabah hasn't been changed into black sand and dead vegetation. Nymphs require beauty and life around them at all times."
"So, why would he pick someone like Mozenrath to."Iago trailed off, unwilling to say the words as bluntly as he usually did.
"Maybe he's got a thing for bad boys!" Sadira snapped and opened a huge book. "I have a small paragraph here in mixing sand with Wind, but I doubt if it'll be any help. This poison cloud doesn't sound like anything I've ever heard of before."
Jasmine flipped through a chapter on necromantic magic wrinkled her nose at the sight of some of the zombies. "Wait, Mozenrath is a necromancer right? That would make him connected to the dark side of the Akashic forces."
"From what you've told me, yes." Sadira tried to follow Jasmine's thought pattern.
"Well, what if we found a person who's directly connected to the light side of the Akashic." Jasmine asked.
"That would be difficult. See, it's very easy to get lured into the dark side. Being a part of the light Akashic forces means having a damn near unimpeachable morals. Most are either dark or a even mix of the two.
Aladdin sighed and slammed a book shut. "So what do we do? "
"I wish I had a better explanation for you. I really do. But I'm hardly an expert as far as street thieving is concerned. "Sadira blushed and hung her head.
Aladdin felt guilty for making her feel so bad and held her shoulders. "It's all right Sadira, it really is. You've given us more information then we've hoped for."
"Sadira, you mentioned that all forces are connected to the Akashic right? And that there are two sides to every force of power." Sadira nodded to each as Jasmine smiled slightly. "What if we found someone who was the pure form of the light side of Akashic forces?"
"That might work, but like I said their few and far between." Sadira sat down and rubbed her temples.
"Maybe not so far in between as you think." Iago piped up from his unusually long silence. "Remember Fasir? That old blind fellow with the bad habit of popping up whenever destiny calls?"
"Of course!" Aladdin said snapping his fingers. "Fasir helped us against Mirage back when she released that sleeping box on Agrabah!"
"But how do we contact him?" Jasmine brought up. "I mean, it isn't like we can just send him a message, we don't even know where he.stays." The word lived seemed a little unorthodox where Fasir was concerned. After all, they didn't really know what he was.
"We could always go YO FASIR and hope it.awk!" Iago's sarcasm was cut off by the blinding presence of a deceptively old man wearing the rags of a beggar.
"I see that someone seeks my counsel." Fasir said in his hypnotic voice.
"Between you and me monkey boy , I didn't think that was gonna work." Iago admitted.
Randri sat in the bath tub, mulling over the events of last night. His heart felt bents and twisted in his chest, his stomach was heavy with depressing brooding. He had heard Mozenrath say the words, in the quiet, fearing whisper he used when truly afraid of letting his emotions be realized. He had heard I love you escape those succulent lips.
And then had been bombarded with coldness and rejection.
That was it. He was tired of Mozenrath's ordering him around, always thinking he was there just for the night time liaisons they shared together! He KNEW Mozenrath had deep love for him! Sorcerers didn't just simply say something like that unless they meant it.
He couldn't understand why a man would lock such things away. As a nymph, he had always been free with his feelings. Where he was from, this freedom lived a passionate life, always able to be expressed and felt by those around you.
Perhaps that was Mozenrath's problem. He knew of Destain, the foul thing people called a man. He knew the basics of what had happened between his love and that sorcerer in the Citadel. Randri knew there was much more then what Mozenrath had told him, but wasn't willing to pry into details.
~Perhaps it's time to make him see. Randri hummed and sipped from a goblet of rich red wine. ~Perhaps it time to make him realize there's much more to life then the conquest of kingdoms and subjugation of the masses.~ Randri smiled a small smile to himself, remembering the secret island of his birth. He gazed out at the hot desert sun and whispered. "It is time to return home."