A/N: I completely suck with updates but here's TWO new chapters! Please continue the reviews if possible. They really help the writing! :-)
Two weeks had passed since Jafar had given Jasmine the pendant and today she found herself in the menagerie with a flower in hand while the other held tight her magical gift. Putting all concentration into the flower she watched it begin to sprout multiple stems, but before she realized it the growth became out of control. The now large plant caused her hand to buckle under the weight, and as it dropped to the ground a thorn tore through the flesh of her arm causing a deep laceration. Blood began to run fast creating multiple crimson lines down her tan skin. She quickly grasped the pendant and tried with all of her might to heal herself but no relief would come. Thankfully at that moment Jafar had come into the garden and swiftly walked to her once he saw her panic. He took her arm in his hands.
"Stay still." He said calmly as he wiped his hand over the wound.
Within seconds the slit closed leaving only drying blood for evidence. He surveyed the area around them while she nursed her arm, and it was clear by the multiple large plants lying on the ground that she had been using her new gift for quite a few hours.
He sat down beside her, "It appears as though you are progressing in strides with your gift. I imagined it would not take you long to understand its power."
She continued to stare at her arm in confusion and it occurred to Jafar that she most likely was not paying attention to what he was saying. He took her chin in his hand and pulled her face up to meet his.
"Where are you, my pet?"
She removed her face from his grasp and held the pendant, "I don't understand.I can move things, I can grow things...why couldn't I heal myself?" Her eyes met his in earnest, "I tried...I concentrated with everything I have but nothing happened. I couldn't stop the bleeding. Why didn't it work?"
"While you may be able to manipulate objects with the pendant you cannot heal yourself. It was not meant for that. In fact, it is quite the opposite."
She expressed a look of confusion, "What do you mean?"
"This pendant cannot change or effect the human body. It is merely meant to foster inner strength but it cannot help heal. It is dependent upon the wearer's physical integrity. Meaning, if your body becomes injured so does its magical qualities and the less likely it is to work."
"But why would it be like that?" she asked.
"Jasmine I created this pendant for you as a gift. There is no other like it in the world. You asked for my power and I provided you with a taste. I was interested to see how you would do with a small amount of power but I made sure that it was a power that would not become wild, a power that you would not forget where it came from and who allowed you to have it. Do you understand?"
She nodded her head.
"Power does not happen all at once. It demands time for growth. It requires cleverness and self-control. You are my queen. You possess all that you need but time is necessary. As time passes and as you prove yourself worthy I will give you more power. Immerse yourself in the journey, Jasmine."
She smiled, "Yes, I will."
"Good. Now show me what you can do."
A smirk set across her face as she stood, reached out her arms to the ground and closed her eyes. Within seconds a stem sprouted up from the earth rapidly shooting into the air, forming a thick, fully mature tree. Its height stretched so far up into the sky that the top was blinded by the summer sun and its trunk was so sturdy that not even a herd of elephants could sway it. Jafar looked upon it to evaluate her work.
"Impressive."
He grasped her hips and pushed her back up against the tree. His long, thin fingers wrapped around her wrists and brought them to meet above her head,
"Now show your King what else you can do, pussycat."
His lips pressed passionately into hers and they fiercely kissed for what seemed like forever. Once they finally broke apart she raised her eyebrow sensually, leaned into his ear and whispered,
"If you release me I will show you, my Lord."
Feeling an uncontrollable yearning, he immediately let go of her wrists. Her almond eyes burned into his and she lowered herself onto her knees.