Despite the clear sky and lack of breeze, the temperature was mercifully at a bearable level. Unlike what Alibaba would expect for a fire Djinn. It was especially good for the length of time he and Kassim spent getting down from the pillar. It was a difficult and at times an embarrassing climb. Alibaba will be happy to put it, and the hidden staircase they missed, behind him. Kassim himself was more annoyed with the size of the city. They knew the general direction in which to go, having seen what looked to be an exact copy of the outside of the dungeon in the center of the city from the pillar. They were on the outskirts, forcing the two boys to walk for some time.
Kassim was not a fan of this idea. He was striding in front of Alibaba with a scowl and muttered curses under his breath. Alibaba wisely decided to let Kassim be and keep a wide berth from his friend. Meanwhile, he took in his surroundings. The buildings weren't all that unlike those in Balbadd. Just with more towers accompanied with an elegant aura. If Sindria and Balbadd's architecture ever combined Alibaba thought it would turn out like this.
It was odd this time. The place had a more eerie feel when walking through the city instead of flying above it. The empty buildings and market stood out even more as they passed by dark windows and silent houses. It fully cemented gravity of Alma Torran's fate. Of what Al-Tharmen is trying to accomplish. For a brief second Alibaba saw Balbadd in the city's place. Barren and left to become a relic of a forgotten past. It terrified him.
What was worse was that it could happen to the other countries and cities in the world. Not just Balbadd was in danger, though it was the immediate problem on Alibaba's mind. Al-Tharmen wanted this for the entire world. From Reim to the Kou Empire. It had to be stopped.
"How much further is this place?" Kassim looked back with his scowl in full force. Alibaba glanced up ahead. The tower rose into the sky above, still looking far off. Alibaba grimaced sympathetically and shrugged his shoulders.
"Last time I was on a flying carpet, so I can't give a good estimate." Kassim's lips downturned more and he spun back around. Alibaba sighed and jogged to catch up with his friend. "I know it wasn't what you expected but at least we are dealing with any monsters!" Kassim gave Alibaba a side glare but huffed out an agreeing sigh. Fewer monsters was always a good thing.
They walked on, Kassim's grumbling dying down. Alibaba smiled to himself, knowing that Kassim's temper was mostly bluster. Kassim was a good man, even with all his faults. Much to Alibaba's embarrassment, it made him worry a little bit. Kassim was a just as good, or even better, king candidate than Alibaba. Amon might choose Kassim over him. Alibaba didn't like to think about it. He missed Amon at his side. It was like missing a limb.
That's not saying Kassim wouldn't deserve it. Alibaba truly believed in the best of his friend. If Amon did choose Kassim, Alibaba would understand. He would be disheartened, but wouldn't object. If Alibaba were to trust anyone with Amon, Kassim would be at the top of the list.
Still, Alibaba wanted Amon to choose him. Odd, when considering his opinion of the Djinn the first time around. Alibaba didn't want power. He didn't even know what being chosen by the Djinn meant. He had only wanted the gold to pay back the treasury and to give him a leg up in becoming a merchant. That and to prove that he could conquer a Dungeon. Being a king was never in his plans. It still wasn't, his insecurities making him shy away from even the thought of it. He needed power though.
Al-Tharmen was going to be hot on their tail soon if they weren't already. Alibaba, as he was now, was too weak to fight against them. That made him a liability. He promised himself that he would do what he could to keep Balbadd from being captured by the Kou again. That he would try to keep Hakuryuu from falling into depravity. To be a better friend to Morgiana and Aladdin. Make himself a stronger ally to Sinbad and the others. Most of those things needed him to have a Djinn. Amon was the only one he knew intimately. If Amon didn't choose him, he would have no idea where to find another. Magi rose Dungeons, and Aladdin wasn't around for him to ask. Alibaba doubted Judal would be kind enough to raise one, and the other two Magi's were too far out of reach.
Alibaba's swirling thoughts carried him to the treasure room. It looked just as he remembered. Dull and near empty. Kassim scowled at the lackluster appearance. He lightly kicked over a rusted pitcher from its perch on a pile of junk. He turned to Alibaba with raised brows and an incredulous tilt to his lips.
"This is what we came for?" He asked, hooking a thumb behind him. Alibaba sighed as he eyed the dusty piles of dishes and broken artifacts. He should have anticipated such a reaction from Kassim. Amon hadn't revealed himself right away the first time either. The problem was that Alibaba didn't know what prompted the Djinn to appear. Alibaba remembered fighting Jamil, beating him, fighting Morgiana, losing against her, and Aladdin calling forth the Rukh.
Seeing as Alibaba could not just ask the Rukh to nicely wake Amon up, they were stuck. Alibaba walked to the steps of the empty fountain in the middle of the room. There he began to pace. Kassim walked around, rummaging through the scattered items on the ground. He found a nearly broken stone chair, dust and cobwebs clinging at its corners. Kassim let out a huff and plopped himself in it. He crossed his legs over its side and watched Alibaba idly.
"I thought Dungeons were supposed to have 'riches beyond belief'." Kassim lifted his hands to produce air quotes, voice utterly dry. Alibaba paused in his pacing to shake his head at the boy.
"They do after the Djinn shows up. I think." That's what happened when Amon arrived. Kassim pursed his lips and looked around dubiously. His eyes were squinted, making him look akin to a shifty fox.
"Then how do we get the guy to appear?" Alibaba raised his hands to scrub at his hair in frustration.
"I don't know." He whined, mind blanking. Kassim turned back to Alibaba with a gaping mouth. He pointed at Alibaba accusingly, eyebrow twitching.
"Aren't you supposed to be the Dungeon expert here?" He chastised. "Call the Akan guy down or something!" Alibaba squawked and bristled, pointed right back at Kassim's childish attitude.
"It's Amon! And I only conquered one Dungeon!" Alibaba lifted his arms up in a frantic gesture. "I'm not Sinbad or anything! How am I supposed to know how this works? Last time there were mitigating factors!" Kassim rolled his eyes, tilting his head back in mockingly.
"Like what?" He questioned. Alibaba fought against scowling at his friend, almost wanting to smack Kassim. It was times like this that he missed Aladdin. He wouldn't be as rude to Alibaba.
"Like there being a Magi! And fighting against Jamil." Though that fight barely counted. Alibaba had trounced the guy. The real fight had been against Morgiana. Hopefully, it won't come to that again. Knowing Alibaba's luck it wasn't likely, but he could dream.
Kassim was right in his annoyance, however. Alibaba honestly had no idea how to prompt Amon into appearing. He didn't know what had conjured the Djinn the last time. He doubted that it was beating Jamil and Morgiana. While Amon wasn't a battle-thirsty one. Alibaba didn't want to wait for the other group to catch up either. If Amon didn't show up soon then Jamil and his parents would show. They needed to summon the Djinn and quick. The question was only how. He didn't even consider the thought of fighting Kassim. He had done enough of that in the other timeline.
"If you were an all-powerful Djinn, what would get you to show your face?" Kassim yawned loudly as Alibaba spoke aloud. He stretched out lazily and shrugged his shoulders.
"For the idiots to prove themselves to not be completely useless." Alibaba shouldn't be so surprised at the answer. Really, he shouldn't. It was exactly what Kassim did for the Fog Troupe, so why would he think it any different than for a Djinn. Still, Alibaba paused and looked to the center fountain. Kassim had a point. The whole point for the Djinns is to find worthy and strong kings. For some just surviving the Dungeon is enough, others needed something more. Since Amon hadn't shown yet, he must have fallen into the other category. It was kinda embarrassing that he didn't know this much about Amon. It never really occurred to Alibaba given his surprise at being chosen in the first place. Amon clearly wasn't satisfied with the two boys showing up at the treasury. They didn't have time to wait, so Alibaba needed to do something to catch Amon's attention.
"Amon!" Alibaba brought himself to his full height and forced his words to remain strong. He looked up while shouting, eyeing the ceiling and walls around them. "Kassim and I have conquered your Dungeon and request your audience!" It was a long shot, but it was the only thing that Alibaba could think to do. Nothing happened for a good minute. Kassim yawned again, giving Alibaba an unimpressed stare. Alibaba deflated, feeling defeated. He didn't know what else to do.
The ground began to tremble all of a sudden. Alibaba yelped as he lost his footing, falling to the ground. Kassim clutched at the chair he was in, letting out a loud holler as it fell to the side with him still in it. The air around them seemed to shimmer a bright light, blinding Alibaba. As he blinked spots out os his eyes, Alibaba gaped at their new surroundings. The room was completely changed. There was treasure at every corner, gold and precious gems in plain view. Kassim crawled up his now golden chair, practically swimming in ancient artifacts and gold.
At the center of all of it was Amon. The fountain was now polished, jewels aligning its sides like a crown. Instead of water, bright flames roared inside of it. He floated above it, his bottom half fading into the flaming fountain. Amon was giant in this form, taking up most of the large room with his presence. He looked down at Alibaba's prone form with a heavy frown. The Djinn's arms were crossed, a long-nailed finger tapping his arm methodically. Amon looked just the same as Alibaba last saw him, the being's form unchanging.
A wave of relief hit Alibaba. It was like having a weight taken off his shoulders. He didn't know if Amon remembered him, but just seeing the Djinn made him feel better. Amon had become a part of Alibaba. With his vessel gone, Alibaba felt naked or as if he was missing a limb. It made for a strange year.
"Who will be King?" Amon's voice was a deep rumble that echoed in the chamber. It shook into his very bones, seeping into his body. He traded a hesitant look with Kassim. This was it. Everything after this was up to Amon. He would choose a champion and close the Dungeon. Whether that person would be Kassim or Alibaba was a mystery. One that Alibaba didn't think that Kassim questioned.
"Amon," Alibaba slowly rose from the ground. Amon focused his narrowed gaze to the boy, causing a shiver of anxiety to flow in his spine. He forgot just how intimidating the Djinn could be. "My friend Kassim and I have conquered your Dungeon. We wish-" Amon lifted a hand. Alibaba nearly bit his tongue as he stopped talking.
"You, who are you?" Amon pointed an accusing finger at Alibaba. He jumped in surprise, not understanding the question. The last time, Amon hadn't asked any questions. He had only looked around and picked Alibaba with a dismissive wave at the boy's question to raiding the treasury.
"I am Alibaba Saluja. Kassim and I are from Balbadd. We traveled here to see you." Kassim had gotten completely up by then. He carefully made way for Alibaba's side. Amon frowned further and tilted his head to the left.
"Alibaba Saluja." He repeated slowly. He slowly shrunk down and floated closer to Alibaba and Kassim. "A Djinn controls and knows everything about their Dungeon. That includes those who enter. I cannot read minds nor your memories, but I do have a complete knowledge of your magoi levels and Rukh's signature." Alibaba nodded along to the impromptu lecture. He remembered Amon speaking something similar when he was helping the others in Zagan's Dungeon. He didn't go in complete detail though. Just where was this going?
"Your magoi levels are beyond the normal levels of one your age. They will only grow as you enter puberty. Not only that, but I feel something familiar within your Rukh. It feels like my own flames." Amon got within touching distance of Alibaba, now at an average human's height. He pointed at Alibaba again.
"Why do I feel such a connection with you boy?" Without regarding Amon not recognizing him at first, this confirmed Alibaba's sinking suspicions. Amon didn't remember the other future. He didn't know of the bond he and Alibaba held. It hurt, like seeing Morgiana ready to fight him. The idea just didn't mesh right inside his mind. Alibaba was too used to Amon. Thinking of being at square one after everything, it was an alien experience.
It also made Alibaba give up any hope that he would be the one picked. Kassim was a better choice of a King than Alibaba. He knew this. Without the knowledge of the future, Amon had no reason to pick Alibaba. At least, Alibaba started to believe that. Amon mentioned a connection, so maybe there was a hope.
"I'm from ten years in the future. I was in a battle against another Djiin Equip user. They struck me-" -killing me- "And I woke up in the past. You were my Djinn." Alibaba's words faded away at the look on Amon's face. It was thunderous.
"You speak lies." He growled, faced pulled into a snarl. The anger coursing through his words caused Alibaba to stiffen in fear and shock. "I have no control over time, and even if I did, to use it to such an extent would be forbidden!" Veins were pulsing in Amon's anger. It was terrifying. It was also confusing.
"I-I don't know how it happened. Maybe it wasn't you-" Alibaba hadn't even thought of Amon being the reason behind it all. He was a fire Djinn. Alibaba didn't even know of any Djinns with time magic. Alibaba didn't even know such a magic existed.
"Only a Djinn would have such power." Amon pulled back, growing in height as his anger boiled. "Unless you think your enemy did such a thing." Hakuryuu? Alibaba didn't think so. He didn't want to just send Alibaba away. He was going in for the kill. That and Alibaba didn't know of Hakuryuu having A Djinn like that.
"I don't know how or why, but it did happen! I'm telling the truth!" Alibaba stepped forward with a hand to his heart. It was beating loudly, hammering against his chest like it wanted to break free. "You said yourself that we have a connection! You were my Djinn, we fought together at the sides of my friends! You have to believe me!" Amon's face didn't change. Alibaba faltered, unknowing of what to do.
"Why would I, or any Djinn for that matter, break a cardinal rule for the life of just one human? For what purpose?" He didn't know. Alibaba bit back tears of frustration. He didn't have an answer to Amon's questions. He didn't know why he was sent back or how. Honestly, Alibaba didn't think to ponder on it. He just accepted his new reality and adapted. Amon had a point. If a Djinn was the cause, why would they choose Alibaba over an important law between Djinns? Alibaba had no idea. He didn't think himself worthy of being a king, let alone being worthy of something like that.
Kassim didn't seem to agree. While Alibaba was silent in his swarming thoughts, Kassim stepped up. Anger boiled in his eyes just as they did in Amon's. His hands were fisted at his sides. If possible, Alibaba was sure that the other would attempt to brawl with Amon.
"What the fuck do you know?" He shouted, spit flying like venom. "You weren't there! Bad shit is coming and Alibaba was right in the middle of it. Al-Tharmen is wanting to take over the world and it nearly did several times! If it wasn't for Alibaba and his friends, everything would have been destroyed. He's fought everything from Dungeon capturers to black Djinn and a fucking Dark Medium!
"I don't know everything. The memories I got from my future self's Rukh is hazy at best, but I know damn well that in the future they needed people like Alibaba. So shut your condescending ass up. There are plenty of reasons why you would choose time travel over death for Alibaba. If you weren't blind that is." Alibaba stared in wonder at his best friend. He was taken aback by such faith. Amon was silent, frown still in place. His eyes were more considerate though. Maybe there was still a chance. Alibaba swallowed the lump in his throat and stepped closer to Kassim. He looked up at Amon with a somber determination.
"I don't think I'm anything special. Not for that." He paused, frowning to himself. "I don't know why you chose me in the first place. I don't know why I'm here, and I don't know how it happened. What I do know is that we need your help. Kassim is right. Al-Tharmen will make their move soon, and the world will need as many Djinn Equips as possible to fight against them. I'm not like Sinbad, but I want to do what I can to help. I want enough power to protect my friends and family against this threat. So please, trust in me!" Alibaba bowed deeply at the waist at the plea, eyes closed. He didn't dare look at Amon's expression. There was a shifting beside him, and he peeked to see Kassim copying with a disgruntled frown. The air was silent above them. Amon was thinking. Alibaba prayed that the Djinn would listen. That he would choose either Alibaba or Kassim.
After a few minutes there the sound of Amon inhaling a breath to speak. Alibaba internally perked, ready to hear the Djinn's verdict. This was stopped, however. Behind them, there was the sound of the doors being opened.
Alibaba and Kassim rose and turned. Just in the doorway were Jamil's family and a smaller number of slaves. Morgiana and Ivassa were with them. Cera's dress was ripped and singed, and Jakan's head wrap was missing. Jamil was shaking with what looked to be terror, a boot missing. Morgiana looked okay at first, but Ivassa was not doing well. His wounds had reopened, bleeding through his wrappings.
Monsters were trying to pour through the doors. Jakan and two of his bigger slaves slammed the doors shut before it could happen. There was a beat of silence, then the noble looked to Alibaba and Kassim. His plum eyes were wide with madness, mouth pulled taught in anger.
"Not rats, or even annoying pests. You two must be cockroaches." Jakan sneered. He lifted a shaking hand at Alibaba and Kassim. "Kill them!" Kassim cursed under his breath as the two burly slaves came rushing forward, Morgiana sprinting ahead with a hard face. Alibaba panicked. There was no way Kassim could take on all three. He wouldn't be able to handle just Morgiana. Alibaba risked a look back at Amon. The Djinn had retreated to his original position, impassive to what was going on. He wouldn't interfere. Alibaba turned back and wanted to curse. This was not how he saw things going.
He needed to help Kassim. The best thing to do would be to get Morgiana to stop. With a heavy heart, Alibaba made way for her. Kassim was busy blocking the swords from the two larger slaves with his dual wielding, vulnerable to Morgiana's hand to hand combat. Before she could land a kick to Kassim's stomach Alibaba barreled into her, causing them to tumble away. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her from hitting the ground too much, but it backfired. She broke free with little struggle and sent him flying into a pile of gold. As he clambered his way up, Morgiana fell into her fighting stance. Alibaba watched mournfully.
"I don't want to fight you Morgiana." He said while unsheathing his dagger. "Remember what I said to Jamil? In here, slaves and nobles don't matter. You don't have to listen to their orders if you don't want to." She hesitated, and Alibaba felt hope spark. Maybe he'd be able to get her to listen after all. This hope was short lived. Beside Jakan, Cera scowled with a livid face.
"What's taking you so long girl?" She screamed with such ferocity that her hair fell out of their careful curls. "You have your orders! Or do you want to be punished?" Morgiana shook her head sharply and launched herself forward. Alibaba rolled to the right and raised his blade up as he got back to his feet. Morgiana had jumped at him again. He blocked her kick by pushing his dagger against the chains on her feet. It was enough to unbalance her and cause Morgiana to go past him without injury. She fell to the ground in a crouch. Morgiana didn't stay down long.
This wasn't good. Kassim was struggling on his own, and Morgiana was too powerful for Alibaba to defeat. There was nothing he could do just yet. Alibaba sent a mental apology to Kassim and focused back on Morgiana. To call what happened next a fight would be laughable. It was more of a cat and mouse chase. Morgiana would attack, and Alibaba would dodge, sometimes parrying if need be. He was careful to not cut her too deeply or in any vital areas. It wasn't a good plan, and it wouldn't be long until Alibaba ran out of energy. It was all that he could think of though.
"Don't just stand there!" Alibaba dropped to the ground as Morgiana came at him again. Jakan was shouting now. Alibaba wanted to turn, but he couldn't afford to take his attention away from Morgiana. "Do something you useless wraith!" Alibaba rushed forward as Morgiana came at him, surprising her. At the last moment he sidestepped, twirling around her so that he was at her back. This gave him the opportunity to see what Jakan and Cera were up to.
Jakan was shouting at Ivassa. The archer was standing on unsteady feet, face strained with pain. He had his bow raised, an arrow nocked. Alibaba's eyes widened in horror as Ivassa released it. It was likely meant for Alibaba, but when he moved behind Morgiana it put her in the line of fire. There was only a second to react. Alibaba didn't even think, body moving without thought. He ran forward, arm outstretched. Morgiana made a noise of surprise as he pushed her down to the ground. The arrow sailed over her body and struck him, sending blinding pain in his side. The arrow had only grazed him, but it was bleeding steadily.
"Alibaba!" Kassim's voice was fearful. Alibaba grunted out a short reply to let Kassim know that he was okay. He couldn't let something like this keep him down. He had faced bigger things than this. Alibaba gritted his teeth against the pain. Morgiana was staring at him in shock. Understandable considering from her point of view. Alibaba couldn't let her get shot. Not when he could do something about it.
Beyond his notice, Jakan watched the exchange with growing anger. He was tired of the two ruffians who had crashed on their plans to make Jamil a strong leader. Who were they to stand in the way of greatness? Jamil was better than those scum. Jaken and Cera were better. They held a higher lineage, fated to rule! Jakan nodded to his wife, knowing that she would know what to do. She looked as done with this situation as he was. After she took care of the blonde and Jamil's pet, Jakan will deal with the rat and the useless archer.
"It seems that we need new slaves. We have to do everything ourselves." Alibaba looked up from Morgiana. Cera had a strange contraption in her right hand. It looked to be a miniature crossbow. This time there was no time to react. A blink of an eye and Alibaba felt more pain rupture, just under his chest area. He fell to the ground, clutching at the new wound. He coughed, tasting copper in his mouth.
Alibaba found himself being rolled over, and Morgiana was looking down at him. Her face was fearful, and still holding its shocked awe. He tried to smile at her, not wanting to worry his friend.
"Why did you do that?" It took him a moment to figure out what she was talking about. Taking the arrow that Ivassa shot. Alibaba shrugged, carefully pulling himself up from the ground. He couldn't stay down, he couldn't afford to at this point.
"You're my friend. I didn't want you to get hurt." It was as simple as that. To him, it was a tight friendship built in an unshakable bond. It was unfair to Morgiana for Alibaba to treat her with a relationship that had yet to happen. He couldn't help it though. Morgiana stared at him with an open mouth, eyes wide. Alibaba forced himself back to his feet, putting his attention back to Cera and Jakan. Cera was reloading her crossbow while Jaken had Ivassa sprawled on the ground at his feet. The man held a sword up high, ready to strike down.
"You said that Balbadd didn't have any slaves?" Morgiana stepped up beside Alibaba. There was a strange look in her gaze. Alibaba nodded silently to the question. "You said, after this that I could go to Balbadd. That being a slave didn't matter here." He nodded again, then he hesitated. Alibaba looked at the chains on Morgiana's ankles. He didn't have any superpowers like Aladdin to break the chains or the strength needed to do it himself. Morgiana saw his gaze and smiled grimly.
"Don't worry Alibaba, I can still fight." And with that, she was flying. Alibaba gaped as she crossed the room in one fluid leap, knocking Jakan aside with a well-placed kick. A quick twist and Cera was put out of commission as well. Alibaba shook himself out of his amazement and hurried to Kassim's side. Kassim was almost knocked down, But Alibaba arrived in time to block the downward swing of the attacker.
The two boys worked in tandem against the two slaves. Kassim held the high ground while Alibaba went low, dashing in and out of reach to catch them off guard. It was like their training with Barrack. He would have the two team up against either him or a royal guard at the training grounds. Kassim kept the focus of the opponent while Alibaba used his royal swordsmanship to make the final downfall. The two slaves didn't last long against the two of them.
"It's about time. What was taking you so long?" Kassim sheathed his swords with a light kick to the unconscious men at their feet. His voice held a sarcastic tone, eyebrows raised in a challenge. Alibaba sheathed his own dagger with a groan and felt a sudden urge to tangle his hands in his hair.
"I was busy. Being shot." Alibaba pointed candidly at his wounds, blood still seeping out. Kassim frowned critically at them but scoffed in the end. Alibaba whined in pain as Kassim poked his chest unapologetically. "You should have bobbed and weaved." Kassim patted Alibaba's shoulder and moved past him to where Morgiana was staring down Jamil and his parents. Alibaba grumbled as he rubbed his chest, wishing that his friend was just a bit kinder.
"What do we do with them?" Kassim had his arms crossed, yellow eyes unforgiving as he stared down at the fallen nobles. Morgiana left him to stand guard as she tended to Ivassa. Alibaba joined him, sighing audibly. Cera was unconscious with a small bleeding cut on her forehead. Jakan was unarmed and sprawled on the ground with furious eyes, while Jamil huddled between them with fear. Alibaba knew what Kassim wanted. While no longer in depravity, he still had darker Rukh than what was advised. It was hard for Kassim to shake his old ways of thinking. In some ways, Alibaba agreed with Kassim. He knew that Jakan, Cera, and Jamil all did horrible things to Morgiana and the other slaves. Still, he wouldn't bring himself to such a level. It would make him no better than Jakan himself.
"We'll leave them alone for now. I think I saw some rope in here, we can tie them up." Alibaba looked in the general direction of where he saw the rope. "After we get out of here, we'll help Morgiana and the others." One way or another. Alibaba had an idea already forming, but he wasn't going to voice it just yet. Kassim didn't look happy, but he went along with Alibaba's wishes. Alibaba helped him find the rope and tie the others up. He then let Kassim fuss over his wounds and helped Morgiana with Ivassa.
The archer wasn't in good shape. He had burns all over his body, and Jakan added more bruised and cuts to his back earlier. They made more makeshift bandages for the man, but Alibaba was worried it wouldn't be enough. The man needed a healer. Alibaba was better off. The arrow to the chest avoided any major organs, at least given how he wasn't dead yet, and they just needed to staunch the bleeding of both wounds.
"I have chosen." Alibaba and the others all jumped at the sudden baritone of Amon. He floated down from the fountain with a pensive expression. Alibaba unconsciously straightened, heart clenching. Amon was going to name his King. While he held hope, Alibaba doubted it would be him. He didn't do much in the fight earlier. That was Morgiana and Kassim. It didn't matter in a way. As long as whoever is chosen uses the power to fight against Al-Tharmen then it would be okay. Alibaba would need to find another way to fight against the evil organization.
Amon came closer to them, stopping in front of Kassim, Morgiana, and Alibaba. He stared at the three, not speaking for a beat. "I have chosen," He repeated. "You will be King." He pointed at Alibaba. Kassim smirked, leaning back and taking a curious look at the treasures around them. Alibaba spluttered, completely bewildered.
"I have given thought to your words, and while I am unsure as to their truth, your actions earlier have spoken." Amon floated with a straightened back, arms crossed. Alibaba wanted to ask more, but he stopped. While he was confused, Alibaba was sure that Amon had his reasons. He wasn't going to question them. Not when it meant he'll get to partner with Amon again. It wouldn't be the same, but it would be a step up. And make feel much safer.
"Thank you, Amon." Alibaba smiled gratefully at the Djinn, heart relieved. Amon huffed but smiled back.