Jasmine sat quietly in her chambers as the sun rose. Her eyes watched the sky change colors, as someone knocked on her chamber doors. She rose and wrapped in her finest robe, walked to the door.
"Who's there?"
"Jasmine, you're awake?"
She knew that voice and opened the door to Aladdin. She knew that her fiance was disturbed by his overnight-swingshift watch over the throne room. "What is wrong?"
Then she saw Radu.
"You're back already?"
"No,"
Her brow rose, "Where's Hannah?"
They all including Razul dropped their gazes.
"What happened?"
"They were ambushed." Aladdin answered.
"How?"
"Mozenrath,"
"No," Jasmine gasped placing a hand to her mouth.
"We-or at least Radu thinks, she may be still alive."
Jasmine's brows furrowed, "Why?"
"Because there's a chance she could be magical,"
Jasmine bit her lower lip. She knew it was true, and she knew that they knew she knew.
"What is she?" Razul asked.
"I . . . I . . . I don't know," she gestured for them to come inside.
"But," Radu asked.
"But," she continued, "Jafar used to come in when Hannah was teaching me how to speak European tongues. He would sit and watch her. I thought that he was perverse, because he used to take her after our lessons and escort her to his laboritory."
"What happened?"
"He used to test her,"
"For what?" Razul asked.
"The depth of her magic,"
"How deep was it?" Aladdin asked.
"She was like a bottemless pit," Jasmine answered slipping behind several drapes, and changing into day attire.
"So what was she?" Razul asked.
"I don't know," Jasmine answered, "Jafar kept a record of everything he did," she stepped out from behind the curtain fully dressed, "The records must still be in the lab,"
Razul was already to go look, as was his little brother, "Then let's go,"
Aladdin and Jasmine followed in their footsteps.
Hannah was thrown into a cell under the Citadel, and left alone. Not a word was said as to what had happened to Radu or the corpses. She assumed that the wizard would left the bodies decay out in the front of the small kingdom. Her green eyes flicked about in the darkness trying to understand what sort of mess she was in, but all the cagees said the same thing; desserted. Left to die of starvation, or dehydration.
She had to get out of there.
But how?
The bars were too wide for any creature she could turn into but perhaps if she could make the lock unlock for her she could get out. She placed her hand behind the lock and pushed magic at the lock.
Then her magic backfired sending her across her small cell.
"What the?" she asked herself confused.
Some how she could hear her captor laugh.
She stood and paced trying to think, animal like insticts kicking in to release herself. After an hour of pacing though, she forced herself to sit, knowing that she couldn't get out on her own. She would have to wait for rescue or her kidnapper.
She sat quietly picking at her nails realizing how little of a girl she acted despite her nearly perfect shape when the sun finally did rise. The dungeon wasn't so dark out, but she could sense that the black magic here kept the sun from having a normal effect on this small piece of the desert.
She sat in silence meditating and finally falling asleep by the time the sun set again. She had a chamber bucket thankfully but no food was brought down. There was no real place to sleep either so she unclasped her cloak and bunched it up into a pillow.
She awoke again near dawn again hearing the sound on footsteps. She rose, reclasping her cloak and watching into the darkness to see whom was coming down to the dungeons.
Her captor.
"So you're still alive," the captor's voice was smooth, but it sent chills through Hannah, "How interesting. Typically people die by this point, due to the lack of water and food."
"I am just a bit stronger than your average prisoner then,"
"Perhaps," he paused, "Why did your men cross my lands?"
"None of your consern," she answered.
"No?" he shot a bolt of blue fire at her, which she dodged quickly, "Then why have I captured you and had the rest of your men killed?"
"We had to rest," she answered, "We were just trying to get home,"
"Yes," he seemed to sigh as if bored, "Back to your precious Agrabah. What a pitiful city."
Hannah didn't answer.
"So why carry the chest of Huratim to Agrabah? There are no wizards or magic being there. Am I correct?"
"We retrived it to keep it away from the likes of you," she answered defensively.
"'From the likes of me'? Xerxes, did you hear that?" he turned his attention back to his prisoner, "And what exactally am I?"
"A dark magician," she answered shortly.
"Ah yes, I play in black magic quite often," he seemed to laugh at her answer.
"Where am I?"
He seemed to stop laughing, his dark eyes staring at her as if she was a sort of alien, "What?"
"Where am I?"
"You're from Agrabah, yet you don't know where you are?"
"No,"
He smirked, "You're in the land of the Black Sand," he seemed bored but countered it with, "And what being are you?"
"I am human?" Hannah was confused by the question.
"Yet you and that chest both tripped my alert system. Do you know why?"
Hannah blinked, "They sense mangic?"
He snorted at her, "An Agrabanian who has no idea about us," he seemed to chuckle at the thought, "Aladdin and his pests must not have told everyone what to expect by passing here. How unlike them to be so selfish,"
Hannah sat silently for a minute pondering what sort of a predictament she was in.
"So, I was 'spared' due to my 'magic', and I am in the land of the Black Sand. That means you are . . . ?"
The dark wizard rolled his eyes, "I am Mozenrath, lord of the Black Sand."
She stared at him; she had heard the name before, and recalled how evil Jasmine had described the magician, yet he really looked harmless, not counting his blue fire powers.
"What are you called, soldier?"
She blinked, "Hannah DuBoius,"
"You're not from Agrabah,"
"No,"
His dark brows rose impressed, "Where are you from?"
"Rumania-in a providence called Wallachia. My father was drafted into the English king's crusade and my family followed."
"And yet you serve the Arabians,"
"My family is dead,"
His dark eyes studied her, obviously looking for a lie but she knew he wouldn't find one. She had no reason to lie.
Yet.
"Well, now you are going to serve me, DuBoius. I collect magic, and well, you are of some sort of magic. I intend to find out, and take it."
Hannah gulped.
He snapped his fingers, and the cage opened and her wrists were chained.
"Come," he gestured for her to follow him, "I think the proper course of action is to place you in the crystal of-,"
"Ix," she cut him off, "I know what they are,"
His face was still frozen on saying the word 'Ix', but now it was obvious the gears in his mind were thinking.
"Maybe breakfast first. It seems we need to discuss your condition a bit more in depth before we do any sort of test,"
Hannah followed knowing that there was no escape, yet she still felt the urge to run anyway. Xerxes, his familiar, she decided followed them from behind in case she did try anything.