The sun rose to create a bloody dawn. All of Agrabah was on edge. Husbands kissed their wives. Fathers hugged their daughters. Sons held weeping mothers. Aladdin stood on the steps of the palace, dressed in a light black armor. Jasmine appeared behind him, gently placing her hand on his arm.

"I can't do this…" she whispered. Her eyes were rimmed with tears and her voice shook. Her husband drew her close, though he felt cold and distant to the princess. "Why would they believe we would ever…"

"Come on… We have to meet your father on the wall," he said, trying to speak quietly.

As they walked along the wall to the gates they could see all the citizens of the city-state preparing for a battle they hoped would not come. Sultan stood, his armor gleaming in the early morning light, his face set hard as the stone he stood upon. The prince and princess stood on either side of him. Below the ranks parted allowing a chariot to make its way to front lines.

Holding the reigns was Mozenrath, dressed in silken garments untarnished by dust. At his side a sword was strapped at his hip. Beside him, her hands resting lightly on the chariot, was Amaya, seemingly unarmed.

The two women locked eyes for a moment, and between them past all the sorrows that would come. They both understood that the other wished them no harm… Then, the both looked away.

"Surrender now! Or we will not spare even the lowliest of your people!" Mozenrath's voice carried across the short distance with such power that it shook some of the young soldier's nerves. Genie, hearing the words, began to float to the top but Aladdin quickly signaled him to remain where he was, with the children and wives preparing to go into hiding in the catacombs that ran beneath the palace.

"Return to your own kingdom and we shall over look this heinous insult!" the sultan countered. Looking down all he could see was four-year old princess playing with his daughter. He shook his head, clearing the image.

"Then it is begun… old man!" Mozenrath screamed, shooting fire towards the sultan, just missing his head. Turning quickly the chariot disappeared through the sand towards camp. The soldiers raised the weapons, and made their way towards the gates.