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'blah' means thoughts

"blah" means speaking

Note: Mozenrath is OOC, but who wouldn't be considering what happened to the poor guy!

Mozenrath shuddered. True he was grateful for his training but he loathed the torture that accompanied it. "I should tell Jasmine." Carpet pointed at the door. Mozenrath stared at the rug. He didn't realize he said that out loud. "I'll just talk to her tomorrow." Carpet pointed at the door again. Mozenrath shook his head. "She's probably asleep by now."

Carpet slid itself under Mozenrath's feet and flew him to Jasmine's room. It left the five-year-old at the foot of Jasmine's bed and woke the princess up. "Carpet?" The magic carpet pointed at the foot of the bed. Jasmine sat up. "Mozenrath? What's wrong?"

"I want to talk."

Jasmine patted the bed next to her. "About the nightmare?"

Mozenrath sat on the bed and shook his head. "It wasn't a nightmare. It was a memory."

"A memory?" Jasmine asked. 'What could be so traumatic?'

Mozenrath nodded. "About the training I received from Destane." He fidgeted slightly, unsure of how to proceed.

Seeing how nervous Mozenrath was, Jasmine placed a hand on the sorcerer's shoulder. "You don't have to tell me if you're uncomfortable."

"I want to tell you. If I don't, it'll probably plague me for the rest of the night." Mozenrath took a deep breath. "Destane set specific goals for me to reach and if I didn't reach one, I would get punished."

"What kind of punishment?"

"Torture, whips mostly." The young sorcerer pulled his kimono his shoulders and part of his back.

The princess gasped at the atrocity before her eyes. The boy's back was a mass of criss-crossing scars. There was hardly an inch of unmarred skin. "That's horrible!"

"That isn't the worst." Mozenrath slipped his kimono back over his shoulders.

"What?" Jasmine whispered.

It was at this point where Mozenrath became interested in the natural patterns of the marble floor. The next word was whispered in a voice so soft that Jasmine almost didn't hear it. "Rape."

Jasmine gasped again. She drew the young sorcerer into her arms. "He can't hurt you anymore, Mozenrath. I'm here for you."

Mozenrath closed his eyes thoroughly the feeling of safety, but before he knew it he had fallen asleep. Jasmine smiled and drifted off to sleep.

LATER ON, EARLY MORNING

Aladdin walked into Jasmine's room and came face-to-face with a very cute scene. Jasmine was reclined on her bed and Mozenrath was resting a cheek against Jasmine's stomach. Jasmine had an arm under Mozenrath's waist. (AN: Awww!) Aladdin gently picked Mozenrath up and carried him back to his room. He laid the young sorcerer down on the bed and covered him with a thin sheet. Mozenrath rolled over onto his side but remained asleep. Aladdin walked back into Jasmine's room. He moved her arm and covered her up with a thin sheet. 'Now, they should be more comfortable,' Aladdin thought as he left the room.

NOON

Jasmine's brown eyes opened slowly to reveal Aladdin standing next to her bed holding a tray. "Good morning, Aladdin."

"It's afternoon, Jasmine."

"It is?" Jasmine sat up and looked around.

"Mozenrath is in his room. I put him there myself so both of you would be comfortable."

"You're so sweet." Jasmine leaned forward and kissed Aladdin.

ELSEWHERE

Mozenrath was awake and had been for a few minutes. All ready dressed in his "Prince Ali" clothes, he decided to take a walk in the gardens. He left his room and turned to walk down the hall. As he walked, he thought of everything that had happened so far. Hw was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't see Iago stick his foot out, effectively tripping the young sorcerer and making him fall down the stairs. Mozenrath landed on the floor. "Ow!"

Jasmine and Aladdin came running to see what the commotion was about. They saw Iago laid out on the first step and Mozenrath sitting on the floor rubbing his head. Jasmine saw a scratch on the sorcerer's right cheek. She gasped and descended the stairs.

Aladdin flared at the parrot. "Iago, what happened?"

"The kid tried to kick me and must've fallen down the stairs," the bird coughed.

"I didn't kick you. You tripped me."

"I did not!'

Aladdin didn't know who to believe. He didn't want to believe Mozenrath just because he was a little kid, but Iago had been known to lie. Just then, Genie appeared with a lie detector machine hooked up to the parrot.

"Did you trip Mozenrath?" Genie asked.

"No."

Genie tore the paper off and looked at it. "You are lying!"

"The machine must be faulty!"

"I doubt it," Aladdin said.

"How could you, Iago? I know he used to be our enemy but that's no reason to be mean to him!' Jasmine scolded.

"Thanks, Genie." Aladdin patted Genie on the back before descending the stairs.

"No problem, Al." Genie floated down the stairs. "Just proving the kid's innocence." Genie ruffled Mozenrath's hair, but this time the young sorcerer didn't smooth his hair down.

Jasmine brushed a lock of hair out of Mozenrath's face. "Are you all right?"

"I'm all right, Jasmine. It's just a scratch."

"If you say so."

"I just want to be alone for awhile." Mozenrath stood up and strode away from the group.

When he was out of sight, he rubbed his cheek. Suddenly, he disappeared in a flash of blue light. He reappeared on Morbia in Mirage's throne room.

"Mozenrath."

"Mother?" The five-year-old turned around. "What's the meaning of this?"

"This was supposed to be punishment, but you've become attached to that princess!" Mirage made Mozenrath disappear, sending him back to The Citadel.

When he reappeared, the sorcerer was eighteen-years-old once more and dressed in his dark clothes. Xerxes floated over. "Master back?"

Mozenrath backhanded the eel, sending it to the floor. 'I should tell Jasmine and Aladdin that I'm back to normal.'

AGRABAH, PALACE

"Maybe I should go check on Mozenrath," Jasmine said.

"His pride was more hurt than he was, Jas, but if you want to check on him, lead the way," Aladdin stated.

Jasmine led the group toward the garden, but when they got there, Mozenrath was nowhere in sight. "I saw him go this way. Where is he?"

"Looking for someone?"

Everyone looked around to see an eighteen-year-old Mozenrath stepping out of a time rift. "Good to see that you're back to normal," Aladdin told him.

"Yes," Mozenrath replied, walking over to Jasmine. He knelt down, grasped her hand, and kissed it. He stood back up. "Thank you, Jasmine."

"For what?"

"For helping me."

"You're welcome."

Mozenrath turned to walk a little further from Jasmine when his eyes landed on Iago. Magic crackled around the Gauntlet before the sorcerer blasted the bird. "That was for tripping me." Mozenrath teleported away without further incident.

"Good riddance!" Iago called out.

Genie, imitating Mozenrath, blasted Iago for his comment.

"I'm glad everything worked out in the end." Jasmine smiled.

"Me too, Jas. Me too."

Note: If anyone wants me to do a second ending where Mozenrath stays a kid, leave me a review. Even if you don't want me to do a second ending, leave me a review anyway. Please!