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ﺶ O Espírito do Deserto ﻀ
Last Time: Jadé couldn't believe her eyes. A gigantic red genie was above her laughing and enjoying his freedom. But as the rules go, freedom is limited for genies. So as his intent of using his power to fullest was put down he looked down at his liberator and master...
Chapter II. Habibi Anura Ayne
"You!" shouted the all powerful genie while lowering himself down to Jadé's level "shall take me back to Agrabah! - where I will plot my revenge on he who imprisoned me, he goes by the name Aladdin."
The boy's name left the genie's mouth as if it were a curse. Jadé lifted a thin brow and looked at the magnificent, well-built genie. She knew that genies were mostly myths and parts of legends but now she had a real live one about 5 feet away from her. She wanted to leave her reality at once; she had no intentions what so ever in helping him with what was none of her concern.
Too bad she was afraid to move and too in awe to say anything so she just stood there...
Sensing the fear of his master, he spoke to her more gently yet huskily. "I see you fear me, after all I don't blame you, I'm just simply too much..."
He turned into his human like form and then with eyes closed he spoke flattering himself, "You should find me less intimidating in this state for your simple mind."
Genies were not something every one came across of and Jadé had never experienced anything this unnatural before. She fell to her knees grabbing fistfuls of sand; she felt an awful tension and heaviness upon her body. Surely she would faint…
The now human-form genie took the time to study his liberator. In sadistic malice he thought to himself as he observed her kneeled form, "Well at least she knows her place."
He looked at her close-up, unimpressed and in his arrogance he considered her in disdain, she was most likely to be of a peasant breeding. The sight before him was somewhat painful and grotesque. An unpolished young lady of boring green eyes that were flat in color, very messy tangled hair which held even lesser appeal, a tanned complexion (with specks of dirt on her skin), dressed in the most indecent rags he had ever seen, and know sweating in at his feet in what was either probably out of fear…or illness.
With a look of disgust he thought to himself, Allah, please do not tell me the reality outside the palace walls is not as painful as her looks. After all, seeing Princess Jasmine everyday makes harder to judge other women. Maybe if she gets cleaned up I won't be so edged to vomit...
"While I do appreciate your sense of acknowledging your superiors, do pick yourself off the ground…it is most unbecoming for a woman."
Seeing how she remained unmoved, he grabbed her forcefully from the ground. Gripping her shoulders, he shook her with a force that no gentleman would implant upon a woman. "Snap out of it girl! I certainly hope you don't suffer from some sort of mental retardation because this negotiation between us may result most inefficient," he said with a sneer.
Finally, as if someone had thrown cold water on her, she awoke from her awe-like stupor with her lips parted staring into the face of a man that only moments before had appeared as a red cloud.
Jadé looked at him closer now and saw how handsome and mature his features were. She felt herself grow warm at her own thoughts. Then again he was a genie and well...it would seem rather physically impossible to do anything beyond admiring. Yet her thoughts and her body betrayed her logic.
Seeing that the girl was now fully aware of her surroundings he spoke purposefully, ready to get straight down to business.
"Well my girl lets negotiate here. You may call me Jafar," said the man with a smirk plastered on his face. "And you are?"
"...My…my name is Jadé," she said finally gathering her composure. She took a few steps back from the man-genie known as Jafar. She found his presence almost suffocating. "…what business do you have with me?"
Jafar sighed deeply out of aggravation with the girl that seemed either to be a dunderhead or mentally incapable. "My dearest, I am a genie. My business is your business."
"You will grant me wishes," Jadé stated. The legends of genies spoke of endless powers that spoke of granting wonders of anyone's desire.
"Yes…" He said almost spitefully as if it pained him to admit it. "You receive three wishes…however, if you agree to my offer…I can be much more rewarding."
Jadé stared at him as if trying to figure him out. "Well, let's hear it then." She spoke without the trace of fear now. If the legends were true then she was the one in command here, not the other way around.
Smirking, Jafar began, "My offer is quite simple really. It consists of you getting me through the Palace Walls, then into the Palace itself, and well…a few other details that will be necessary in my plan. Oh and of course you will receive your wishes in addition…"
"Easier said than done – there is much of a stretch from your words to the actual actions." Jadé stated. "It sounds simple enough getting through the Palace walls but isn't precisely like walking through a plaza."
Jafar felt his anger rise at being denied of what he wanted and what he needed.
"But then I suppose we could always say I'm some lost princess. What, with my wonderful looks and all." She mocked Jafar, speaking almost insolently to the man that only moments ago had intimidated her into fearful submission. Jadé was now basking in the glory of what it felt like to be the one in control.
Her tone fell on deaf ears, however, because what she had just suggest had been perhaps the most intelligent thing that had come out of her mouth since he had met her. His smirk reached the darkness of his eyes and his answer was filled with promise:
"Exactly..."
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