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Arabian Moons	By : Lynnore Category: -Misc Cartoons > Crossovers Views: 3589 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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II
Princess Jasmine awoke several hours later in her bed. She'd been brought to her room in the palace by the guards. It was mostly dark save for a few sconces on the walls casting a dim glow. The new location atop the mountain had made the palace much cooler, Jasmine could see her breath and pulled her blankets more tightly around her. She was in disbelief of the events which took place and convinced herself it was all a terrible, terrible dream. It was so vivid though. How much of it was a dream? She shivered thinking about Jafar, the despicable man that tried to force her to marry him. She was relieved that he was now wanted by the guards.
When had she fallen asleep? It was clearly night time but if she had been dreaming that whole scenario, had she also dreamt Jafar being arrested? That must be it. She was sure of it, it was absurd to think her father would be controlled by magic like he was, and the spell being broken simply by breaking Jafar's staff. It was nonsense. Jasmine was now certain that she had awoken in the middle of the night after she had… travelled around the world with Prince Ali on a magic carpet? Her head was spinning. She couldn't tell real from unreal, was she even awake now?
Jasmine leapt out of her bed and ran over to the doorway to her balcony. It's so cold out, she thought. She ran out onto the balcony and stopped immediately in place. She felt a pain in her stomach. She didn't see the city in the horizon, her normal view from the balcony was different. The horizon stretched for miles.
"No, no, no. This can't be real, it can't be." Jasmine began to cry again as she slowly crept towards the balcony railing. She looked down to see the city of Agrabah thousands of feet below her. She began to shiver and she could feel her tears starting to freeze on her face. She didn't care, she couldn't face reality. Jasmine dropped to her knees and sobbed, the feelings rushing over her again and again as her memories shifted through her conscious. A few minutes had passed when she heard a voice behind her.
"Princess you shouldn't be out here, it's way too cold. You'll get sick!" A female voice spoke, it was her handmaiden. Jasmine was led by her back into her room and she was wrapped with thick fabrics. The handmaiden started a fire in the fireplace, a new addition to Jasmine's room. "Warm yourself now child, I will send for food."
The princess was left alone again as she sat on the floor near the fireplace, staring into the fire. It had actually happened. Jafar had seized power through a magical lamp, killed her father and Aladdin, and kept her alive in the palace now on top of a newly formed mountain. Why hadn't he simply killed her as well. She felt disgusted while trying to reason. All she could do was pray, she prayed to Allah that she would be redeemed, that justice would be done. She thought about it and it seemed vain to her, that Allah would help her while also letting it come to pass.
Princess Jasmine always believed that works of God were done through acts of man, that man would act and God would provide the reinforcement for man to succeed. She needed to act. How could she best Jafar? She couldn't even fathom how powerful he had become, and he still had that blasted djinn helping him. The lamp!
That was the key to all of this, if she could get her hands on the lamp she could make this all go away, reverse everything that had happened! She needed to concoct a plan to relieve the sorcerer of his most prized possession. No doubt it would never leave his side. She felt sick to her stomach when she thought she would need to get close to him. She pressed past it in her mind. It would be alright, she told herself, as long as she stayed alive she could go through with anything since she could reverse it all with the djinn. She knew what she had to do now.
Jasmine stood up, took a deep breath, and moved toward the doorway leading to the main palace foyer. She asked a guard the location of Jafar then headed to the throne room. She was unprepared for the sight.
Jafar had started his own form of celebration. Nearly all of the maid servants of the palace were here, fully nude and in chains around the throne. Some were passed out on the floor, others were curled up trying to cover themselves while crying. A few were sitting on the steps in front of the throne, looking extremely inebriated. And Jafar was splayed across the throne, also naked save for his black sultan hat with a chalice of wine in one hand and a hookah hose in the other. He noticed Jasmine in the entryway of the throne room but made no move to greet her.
"Princess, have you come to join in tonight's… festivities?" Jasmine heard the slurred words come from Jafar. She was suddenly having second thoughts about her plan. She glanced around at the women chained to the throne with a worried look on her face. Jasmine retched when she noticed Jafar's penis becoming erect as he glared at her. "No? Of course not. I wouldn't dream of it my dear. One such as you should never be treated in such a way. You're here for a different reason."
Jasmine gasped, did he know?
"Yes, I do know. You want the lamp. Were you going to seduce me and snatch it from me as I let my guard down?" He was reading Jasmine's mind. She grossly underestimated his power. "I admit it is a good plan, it would have worked in a heartbeat had I not made that second wish. With every passing minute I am realizing more and more power that has been granted to me.
"I have another plan, Princess." Jafar paused a moment and took a deep puff of the hookah and sipped more wine. As his next words were spoken, smoke poured out from his mouth and nose. "Become my wife, rule Agrabah with me and I shall grant you the same powers your mother held. Perhaps in time we may even resurrect her. With you as my queen, we'd rule for centuries, become an empire!"
"NEVER! You're disgusting, I want nothing to do with you!" Jasmine screamed angrily. She reacted, she didn't need to give Jafar's revolting vision a single thought. Thoughts of his horrors rushed through her head once again. The scene of her father exploding repeated over and over in her mind. Jafar was irritated at her outburst, and a little hurt. He was truly in love with her, but she needed to know her place. He wouldn't harm her but he wouldn't allow any words of condemnation towards him or his rule. Jafar stood up from the throne and threw the chalice across the room.
"I won't tolerate such behavior in MY throne room, princess. You're emotional, you need some time to think of your place here in my kingdom. Why don't you take a few days to mull my proposal over in your head. Get some clarity, then give me your answer."
"I don't need to. If a thousand years passed and you were the last thing alive I would still reject you!" Jasmine retorted.
"I'm afraid I must insist. Guards!" Jafar shouted. Two large guards entered the throne room behind Jasmine. "The princess has decided to question my rule. Take her away, and lock her in the dungeon." Even the guards were surprised by this order, but they wouldn't dare disobey. Jafar had already slaughtered several rebellious guards that disagreed with him. They promptly grabbed the princess by the arms and when Jafar pointed at her, chains appeared on her wrists and ankles. "You will keep her in the dungeon until she tells you she is ready to accept my proposal."
Weeks passed with Princess Jasmine locked in the dungeon. She was still well fed from the royal cooks, but was not allowed to ever leave her cell. She was the only prisoner here, Jafar had the others executed immediately and did not take prisoners no matter what the crime. Jasmine overheard guards discussing phenomena in Agrabah. Arrests were no longer made, as the royal guards were ordered to kill any law breaker. Even minor offences were met with swift death. The people were quickly quelled and lived in constant fear. Sometimes Jafar would stroll through the town randomly killing people on a whim, snickering to himself at the various ways their bodies would flail about in death.
The dungeon was no place for a princess. Being the only resident somehow made it so much more terrifying, as any small noise echoed through the walls. Sometimes late at night Jasmine would be awakened by whispering, shuffling, or other noises one might hear in a place inhabited. The first few nights she clutched herself in the corner of her cell tremoring in terror. Every couple days the guard captain would step in front of her cell to inquire about her decision. The captain had protected Jasmine since she was a baby, and it pained him deeply to see her in this condition. He pleaded with her to accept the offer if only to get out of this ghastly place. Every time Jasmine refused.
Some nights when Jasmine was being especially tormented by some unseen phantoms of the dungeon, she would bow her head in prayer to Allah, to help her keep strength and receive an answer to her dilemma. The only answer to her prayers was laughter, Jasmine was unable to discern where the laughter was coming from but if it were coincidence that she was hearing some laughing guards, they had impeccable timing.
As the days continued to pass by Jasmine's sense of fear dulled, she gained a bit of resolve slowly and exercised as much as she could within the confines of the cell. She was appreciative that the guards removed her chains after she was placed in the cell. At the very least, she thought, she would keep up her physical strength. There had to be an answer for her. She would meditate in prayer every night, asking Allah and the universe for any wisdom to solve this problem. Some brilliant strategy that would yield her a win over a being that seemed to be all powerful. She kept thinking of the lamp as she sent her thoughts.
Princess Jasmine lost track of the days, lost track of how many times she had refused the captain's pleas. What little wisdom she had gained started to tell her the only way might be to simply comply with Jafar for the time being, and find a way to best him after becoming his… she couldn't even bring herself to think it consciously. Her very being refused. There was no way she could go through with it. To swear under all she believed to commit to this man-no, this monster that had taken the kingdom. Maybe it was true that she had been betrayed by her father and it was wrong of him to kill her mother, but that was incomparable to Jafar's deeds. Still, it was the only way, everything she believed would be thrown away in one decision. Her innocence would be lost, her life, gone.
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