Aladdin and his friends sat in Jafar's old quarters seeking answers. Iago had provided them with Jafar's personal stash of records, recalling everything.

"Jafar thought she was something of great value besides being the sultan's ward. He would bring all kinds of magical entrapment items trying to figure out what she was."

"Did he ever figure it out?"

Iago shook his head.

"It has to be something special to consider the possibility now that Mozenrath might have let her live," Aladdin observed. Radu and Razul stared into old scrolls, as Jasmine read various journals. Abu and Carpet were in the not as secret stash of books and records Jafar owned.

"What did he try?" Jasmine asked Iago.

"Everything that we've come across; Crystal of Ix, the Crystal of Barroush, the wand of Taltimos, the Cube of Isis . . . He was preparing to use the . . . oh what was it called?" Iago rubbed his beak with his feathers thinking.

"Did Jafar have any conclusions?" Aladdin asked.

"Nope, the dolt thought of everything, but nothing seemed to touch the sultan's ward."

"Iago we really need to find his records on Hannah, so we can at least guess what Mozenrath is going to try."

"I've got them!" Genie called out from over in the corner.

Aladdin and the others raced over and stared at the records carefully, but the former street-rat's eyes went down to the bottom of the page;

"December 29th, 1213-

The European is strong . . . I've tried everything it seems, yet I am not really drawing any conclusions. Perhaps this is a being unawakened. I shall try some basics used to awaken spirits of fae folk or genies . . . genies. That might be it. I shall seek out the proper ingredients while sending that filthy street rat out to the Cave of Wonders."

"A genie?" Aladdin asked Genie.

"Yep,"

"Would that be possible?" Jasmine asked Genie.

"Maybe," he shrugged.

"Did Jafar get to test this?" Aladdin asked Iago.

"Really? Ask the parrot for all the answers?"

"You served him still when he wrote this,"

"Please, the twiggy idiot was at the time trying to marry Jasmine. He seemed to forget all about the ward."

"Aladdin," Jasmine snapped, "We have to get Hannah back before Mozenrath can unlock her secrets."

"Right," Aladdin answered, "You should contact Sadira and get her to help you set these spells up to test Hannah,"

"You want to test her too?"

"Well . . . yeah, we need to know why Mozenrath is so interested. If that means beating him to the answer, then we have to. If she's a genie, think of the power he can gain."

"Hannah could be dead by the time we get there," Razul observed.

"But we must try brother," Radu countered, "I am afterall her squire,"

Hannah finished telling her captor the truth in intricate detail about her trials with Jafar.

"Jafar's an idiot," Mozenrath snapped, "I know what you are."

"Mozenrath smart," Xerxes grinned broadly.

"And?" Hannah asked.

"You are clearly an unawakened genie,"

"What does that mean for you?"

He shrugged, "Everything," his eyes stared at his gloved hand, "Finish your drink, and we shall get started."

"'We'?"

"Of course," Mozenrath said casually, "We are going to awaken your blood, and then I am going to take it."

"No,"

His brows rose with interest and a bit of confusion, "'No'? You have no choice. Your only other option is a quicker death,"

Her eyes widened, and he knew that he had her under his thumb. She could dare fight against him now.

Being all powerful does have its advantages, he thought.

Being the dark wizard was everything, and with cosmic power he could rule everything without being challenged. Not eve Aladdin and his band of misfits could touch him then.

He stared at his captive as if she was gold, "Come,"

She rose with him, but saw quickly that she had stood with a blade in her hand.

"Master!" Xerxes blurted with fear.

"What are you going to do, soldier? Kill me?" He remained fully calm, knowing she couldn't harm him.

She leapt at him, the point of the blade pointed at him. It was a shock that she dared fight him, but he stopped her at least fast enough to turn the knife into a feather. He was not fast enough however to stop her from colliding into him. They both toppled to the hard stone floor with a dull thump.

They stared at one another, their faces only inches from one another, her bound hands clasped against his chest. He was amused for a minute as their eyes remained locked for a moment longer.

"You're horrible," she growled at him in a low voice.

"And you're a simple savage," he answered, still amused, and shoved her off his chest, "You'll be worth more than a savage when we are done,"

"I am a soldier of Agrabah,"

"And yet a 'ward' for the sultan."

She seemed to freeze as they both stood.

"I didn't tell you that,"

"Why else would you be spared in the crusades? The sultan must have seen the potenital, but took it as a ward."

"I am a,"

"Slave," he cut her off, "Not a soldier and not a ward. They kept you to serve them. Now come," he snatched her cuffs and lead her down the corridoor to his lab.

She was interesting to listen to but she was so . . . inexperienced to consider anything.

Xerxes followed closely at his side.

"Master okay?"

"Master is fine, Xerxes. Ready to have the power of the cosmos in my finger tips,"