Yes, yes, I know…I'm a lazy bum! (whining) But I had writer's block….anyways, here's the next chapter of insanity. - ZeroSoul
All's fair in love and sorcery; chapter three: "playing hard to get"
There it was – the effort of Mozenrath's constant annoyance at the hands of random idiots and Sadira's frustration at the hands of multiple rooms.
In the triangular stone room was a golden statute of a giant leviathan coiling itself around a world. It was positioned as if it was hissing fiercely at them. On top of the leviathan's head was a shining object – a large diamond with a tiny serpent sealed inside, crystallized over the many thousands of years. It twinkled brightly, reflecting the light of the four torches positioned at each wall. The Pendant of Viper Calling.
Sadira rushed over to the pendant. Mozenrath rushed over to it.
And they both grabbed it at the same time.
Sadira and Mozenrath looked at each other and spoke their first words to each other:
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!"
Now, in a far away place in a far away land (which was named "Agrabah" by some dolt that decided it was a good idea to name a hunk of sand) a certain princess met a certain street rat and it was love at first sight for them and they eventually started to date and get married, live happily ever after and so on with the fairytale cliches.
But that princess and her no shirt no shoes street rat have nothing to do with this since Sadira and Mozenrath's first impressions were the exact opposite of these two.
Sadira gripped the Pendant of Viper Calling, "Let go, damn it!"
Mozenrath held onto the Pendant of Viper Calling, "You let go! I went through a lot of trouble to get this!"
"You went through a lot of trouble! I fell down hundreds of stairs!"
"I got chased by gray blobs with teeth!"
Sadira rolled her eyes, "Okay, you're obviously making that up!"
"Do you want me to show you those blobs?"
"This is still mine! I need it for a spell!"
"I need it more!"
"No, you don't!"
Love at first sight was not on Sadira or Mozenrath's mind at the moment. Murder at first sight would probably be the best to describe the situation.
"Okay, we're both mature, powerful, sorcerers," Mozenrath said. Even though he talking, he still had a firm grip on the Pendant of Viper Calling, "I think we both have a more civilized and mature way to handle–"
Sadira, at this point, snatched away the Pendant of Viper Calling from Mozenrath and ran from her entrance into the room. At this action, Mozenrath's maturity level went down a few notches.
"Hey! Get back here! That pendant is mine! MINE!" Mozenrath yelled, chasing after Sadira.
Thus began the great chase of Mozenrath and Sadira, which would eventually go down in the history books as "a big waste of time". Sadira was light on her feet and after years of being a street rat had put her body in perfect physical condition for the grab-and-run-like-hell situations (such as the one she was in at the moment) that seemed to fill her life. However, Mozenrath was better at being sneaky and outwitting his opponents.
"Icy Tempest!" Mozenrath chanted.
The floor Sadira had been running on, wassuddenly covered with a thick slippery ice as a magical arctic blast from Mozenrath's hand covered it. Sadira's boots skidded on the ice and she slipped and began to slide. Sadira (who had been raised in the desert all her life), let out a yell, arms flailing and not knowing what to do.
"That should slow her down!" Mozenrath said, thinking out loud. Ten seconds later he then realized that Sadira was now sliding away from him at a rapid pace, faster than she had been when running away, "…DAMN IT ALL!" and went after her.
Sadira's sliding only ceased at the end of doorway, which was labeled 'BEWARE OF MULTIPLE DIMENSIONS'. Sadira immediately backed away from the door, remembering having to fall down all those stairs and having the bruises to remind her. 'There has to be another way around this. I'd rather bite my own tongue than go through that again,' Sadira said.
Sadira, however,didn't have time to consider this option though, because aminuet later, Mozenrath (who hadalso beenraised in the desert andhad no idea how to handle himself on ice either) came crashing into her -knocking the both of them into the room of Multiple Dimension stairs.
And down they went. And up they went. And they went in several other directions as well.
Mozenrath spat out the dirt and grime that had entered his mouth, picking himself off the ground that he had landed on after the room of Multiple Dimensions spat Sadira and him out. He first dusted himself off and then realized Sadira was already up and on her feet, running away from him and back down another hallway.
"Doesn't this woman know when to give up?" Mozenrath growled, getting off the floor.
And the chase started again.
Sadira saw Mozenrath coming up behind her and turned around a little, "I've had enough of you! By The Mysteries Of Bo-ei, Fire Tempest!"
Mozenrath heard the chant and (like any sorcerer who was used to being under fire), hit the flooras soon asthe fire came towards him. Sadira laughed and then continued to scamper away. She was nearby the exit, she could feel it! Mozenrath (once again) got off the floor and dusted himself off.
"This is ridiculous!" Mozenrath said to himself, vocally venting his outrage, "I am the most powerful sorcerer in all of Agrabah and I have to chase some damn girl for a pendant that rightfully belongs to me?"
Sadira had now passed the hallway of spikes and was heading for the pyramid exit. Mozenrath let out another groan, cursingSadira and need of the pendant. And the chase continued, from room to room until finally they were outside.
Unfortunately, Sadira (being lighter and smaller and thus less wind restraint than Mozenrath) managed to get outside first.
"Raven!" Sadira called.
The Raven, who just happened to be conveniently standing nearby preening his feathers looked up at Sadira, "Yes, m'lady?"
"Fly!" Sadira yelled, jumping onto the Raven's back and gripping on hard, one hand clutching feathers and the other hand holding The Pendant of Viper Calling, "Fly like there's a restaurant owner afteryou!"
The raven – who in the past had been chased down by a strange white bearded man, with a fake Southern accent, wearing a white suit who made living frying chicken – took off like never before. Sadira would have sworn she would have fallen off if she hadn't been clutching so hard onto the gigantic bird. She looked down at Mozenrath, who was scowling.
To add insult to injury she stuck out her tongue at him and that was the breaking point for Mozenrath.
"Xerxes! Billy!" Mozenrath yelled. At their master's call, Xerxes and Billy flew over to Mozenrath's side. Mozenrath pointed towards Sadira, who was flying away, "Xerxes, follow that bird! Billy, I want–" He paused. "…wait, Billy, what are you still doing here?"
"I'm stuck," Billy answered.
"Stuck? What do you mean stuck?" Mozenrath asked.
Billy's eyes were watered with tears, "I can't go back, mister. I tried and I tried and I can't go back home…" Billy then began to sob.
Mozenrath growled, "Enough of your childish whining! Make use of yourself while you're here and strap yourself back onto that carriage!"
Billy slunk back to the carriage with a sigh and Xerxes flew after Sadira. Mozenrath growled as he went towards the carriage. "I won't be shown up by some damn sorceress! I'm twice as powerful as her and three times as smart!"
Whether Sadira was or wasn't more or less intelligent/powerful than Mozenrath, she arrived at her castle in no time. They landed in the courtyard, which Sadira had been meaning to clean up but never did.
"I dismiss you, Raven!" Sadira said.
"Dismiss me? I thinkest mine job wast fair to thou," the Raven answered.
"You are, but I don't need you anymore," Sadira said.
"Wilt thou at least call me?""Why would I do that?"
"…'tis awful lonesome a life for me…"
Sadira blinked and then yelled at the Raven, "WOULD YOU GO AWAY ALREADY!"
The Raven, feeling sad, flew away, only leaving large feathers falling to ground in his place. Sadira then rushed from the courtyard, The Pendant of Viper Calling still clutched in hand, and up to her study where she performed her magical acts. She had an unusual spring in her step as she prepared the items for her spell – mostly because her ego had gone up a few notches since she had outwitted another sorcerer.
'Speaking of outwitting him in the tomb,' Sadira said, 'I got pretty messy during that whole affair,'
Her clothes were pretty messy – ripped at the edges and covered with all sorts of dirt and grime. Sadira had heard – and experienced – the many bad results of being dressed in a bad condition. Things come off or fall apart and ruining spells was something she wasn't in the mood to have happen to her. Not to mention that there was sand in her hair. And every woman hated having messy hair.
'A bath is obviously in order,' Sadira thought.
And in a stereotypical female decision, Sadira put aside the spell and decided to take a bath. Now, like most castles that enjoyed blatantly sharing off its wealth, Sadira's own special castle purchased from bankrupt dragons, had a football field sized pool (since it was originally intended for dragons to bathe in) complete with running water, shiny tile, and other things that screamed absolute luxury.
'This is the life,' Sadira thought as she lounged in the warm water, 'I'm clean, I'm beautiful, I'm powerful, and best of all I outwitted another sorcerer. Life is good,'
Sadira's life, however, was about to go from mildly good to bad considering that Xerxes was wandering around her castle walls.
I'm very aware that Sadira didn't have to take a bath, but nudity is fun, or at least that's my belief. – ZeroSoul