Mother: The Empire of Maternity
Prologue - The Love of a Mother
The salty sea breeze carried whispers of an impending encounter as Umm Madaura reveled in the spoils of another successful raid. Her crew of very young human beings awaited her command with bated breath as news of an approaching ship reached their ears.
„Madaura! They got into the cove!"
„And destroyed our ship!"
Annoyed by the utter incompetence of her dumb pawns, she clenched her teeths.
„Is that so?" she asked, forcing herself to maintain the facade of a carrying mother filled with love and optimism.
„Oh you needn't worry yourselves. I mean, they're only children, aren't they?"
„Y-Yes. At least I think they are."
Madaura laughed confidently – knowing that as long as those intruders are of young age and weak minded, they couldn't withstand her motherly grace. All children were, in fact, the same; seeking for a mother's nursing. A virtue Madaura learned to pretend to provide in near perfection.
„That means more new members for our family."
As the invaded vessel unveiled its determined passengers – the enigmatic Aladdin, the resilient Alibaba, the formidable Morgiana and the aspiring Hakuryuu – Umm Madaura saw an opportunity to exert her dominance over the sea. As the intruders managed to approach her, she raised her stirring voice:
„Huhuhuhuhu - it's time for me to make you into good little children too..."
The woman raised her arm – a cruel smile on her red lips.
„Magic Tool: Holy Mother Halo Fan!"
Her Magic Tool, the Holy Mother Halo Fan, activated – extending into a bright and gigantic fan with which she intended to bend these intruders to her will and add them to her growing cadre of "children." - the shining mandala illuminated the whole hall, blinding and forcing them to succumb to their own feelings and desires long neglected or forgotten within themselves; the need for a mother's attention and care.
„What the-," Alibaba said. „Hey, that didn't do anything."
Madaura continued smiling – knowing what was about to happen.
„My chest... I feel..."
Morgiana fell to her knees – her eyes sparkling in disbelief.
„My mother..."
Alibaba turned to Morgiana in suprise.
„What are you saying?"
„Wh... What am I saying? I just... but... but... that's my mother!"
„What are you talking about!? Can't you see she is trying to trick us! Don't let yourself get taking in by this weird spell!"
Suddenly, tears emerged from his eyes – leaving the boy in disbelief and wonder. Although he was aware of the fact that his emotional reaction was a mere result of Madaura's wore, he couldn't neglect that those feelings were in fact honest and real.
His resistance was futile. Umm Madaura's power broke his inner dam – and the flood of Alibaba's desires drowned his mind.
„Wh - What's going on..."
A dark grin adorned Madaura's face as she witnessed that his temporary rebellion was short-lived and hopeless. Purple smoke, streaming out from the red crystal core of her Magic Tool, engulfed those brats who dared to try to undermine her ambitions.
Maternal love... That is my strongest weapon. Noone can escape it. The yearning for one's mother. Sweat memories of home. Those bonds that can never be broken.
Slowly but surely, what was left of their defiance would vanish. And they would also become a part in her expanding army of little servants – determined and ready to give their young lifes for Umm Maudaura's success: for her final and ultimate goal of her journey of vengeance.
„Huh – childs play. I'll simple use this Halo Fan to control all of the worlds future leaders while they're still sweet and impressionable childrens. When that happens, everyone will belong to me and obey my every command – HAHAHAHAHAHA."
Her sinister laughter echoed through the room as she imagined herself on top of the world's hierarchy. First, she just wanted to take revenge on Sinbad who took her wealth and power fifteen years ago when she was a succesful slave trader and the head of the Mariadel Company. But her goals became far greater than that as she recognized the potential of her Magic Tool. She had build an commercial empire – but now she demanded to become empress of all empires with a plan so pure and simple that it simply couldn't fail.
„Children need someone to guide them. They can't handle conflict and pain all by themselves."
However, the script deviated from the familiar narrative. Aladdin, Alibaba, and Morgiana resisted the bewitching effects of her fan, breaking free from her manipulating chains.
„No! How dare you defy your mothers orders like this!"
The Halo Fan didn't work at them at all. But it is supposed to work on every child. So that means; though physically they're children – but mentally they're actually mature...
Only the young prince of the Kou Empire, Hakuryuu, remained loyal to her – still under the illusion that he was protecting his mother. Pleased, a wide grin emerged on her face. Her dark eyes focused on the boy she'd continue to deceive – fascinated by his strength. Her light violet pupils sparkled as she witnessed the power of the Djinn residing inside him; Zaigan.
„Huhuhu – that one seems to be the only one among them that's still a child. Now then; be brave and fight for Umm Madaura!"
Umm Madaura retreated to her throne room afterwards, leaving her new servant to face the unexpected rebels.
Hakuryuu Ren succumbed to her darkness. Instead of resisting, he willingly embraced the allure of servitude. Observing the chaos unfolding, Hakuryuu, now a loyal servant under Umm Madaura's influence, intervened to shield her from the consequences she would have faced if his comrades would've been successful in their effort to stop her. But that triumph of hers proved just to be momentarily in nature. Ultimately, he also broke free from her manipulation due to the combined efforts of his friends. Finally, Madaura was captured by naval forces of Sindria – facing the outcome of her actions in disbelief and defeat.
In the main port of the Aktia Kingdrom, on which the purple-haired woman was about to enter one of Sinbad's ships to be transported to the isle kingdom of Sindria in custody to face her crimes, the poor citizens of Aktia, enraged by the death of their closed ones who they had lost because of Umm Madaura unscrupulous machinations, decided to serve justice themselves.
„That woman... just kill her right now!"
„That's right: kill her!"
„She's gotta pay for all the suffering she's caused us!"
„Give back my husband!"
„I want my wife back!"
The guards hesitated as the mob approached them. The people took her, throwing Madaura to the ground. She cried – about to getting lynched in public as a punsishment for her evil deeds.
Is this how it ends?
They punched her, and scratched her, and kicked her. Sindria's soldiers did not interfere; not willing to risk their own safety to save a disgraceful human being from the results of her own actions. Their hate was understandable in their eyes.
It can't be!
Suddenly, Hakuryuu interjected himself. He stood resolute, protecting Umm Madaura from the angry crowd with his sword in his hand.
„Hold on!"
„Who the hell are you, kid?"
Madaura, tears in her eyes and visibly shaken, showed a sense of gratefulness she never felt to anyone in her life before. These people would have killed her if the boy didn't intervene. Her body pained, and the humiliation she had to endure by these people she considered lower than herself in virtue and value, became utterly irrelevant in this particular moment.
„Ohhh, my little one. You came to save me, didn't you?"
Her voice was trembling as she spat out her dishonest words of gratitude. Madaura was not grateful about the fact that the boy came to her aid; she was grateful that he still appeared to be under the effects of her Halo Fan – still under her control.
„Come to meeee."
She couldn't help but whimper. Her heart still pounding fast in her breast due to the shock of her near demise by the dirty hands of those men and women who were about to torn her body apart.
„Come to your loving mother... Come here... You're so sweet, aren't you, my little boy?"
Her thankful dark eyes starred at his – sparkling with a devotion to live.
„Little boy - Hakuryuuuuu..."
Hakuryuu smiled. Then he raised his blade – the sun reflecting on its shiny surface. His sword rushed down. Madaura's eyes widened in shock... Then they shut close. In the darkness she could feel it... Her hands felt lighter. As she opened her eyes again, she saw that the boy had cut her bondages.
With an unsettling grin, Umm Madaura seized the opportunity to escape, Hakuryuu at her side. The alliance forged in the crucible of rebellion promised a narrative darker and more twisted than any they had known before.
As the sea whispered secrets of power and manipulation, the duo embarked on a journey where shadows concealed a tale woven with threads of intrigue and treachery.