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Aladdin's face flushed slightly as Jasmine pecked at his lips. Chuckling awkwardly in response, he went to look away before changing his mind and doing the same to her.

"...Yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry," he responded, the weariness catching up in his voice. He slowly lowered his head until his forehead was pressed against her shoulder. "I've... I'm sorry I've been like this. I'm... I don't mean to upset you. I'm..."

Aladdin paused and then raised his head up again, facing Jasmine directly.

"...I want everything to go well. I don't want you to suffer anymore, especially after the Ethereal, I can't imagine..."

His voice trailed off, and he looked down again.

"...If I mess up and it comes back, o- or if Mirage comes after you again, or Mozenrath comes back with the black sand, I... I don't want you to be involved!"

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Aladdin groaned as he woke up in the same uncomfortable position that he had fallen asleep in; against the wall of the treasury, hiding from the officials who would no doubt want to help him plan the wedding that was barely a week away. In truth, to say that they were helping to “plan” would be an overstatement when it came to Aladdin's portion. It was more so that the officials would tell him what to do, and then Jasmine would explain it in a way that would be a bit more memorable, and then Iago would explain it in a self-aggrandizing way that Genie would translate, then Jasmine would explain it again... Aladdin was good at thinking on his feet, but there was… a lot of history behind everything he was supposed to say and do, and barely any of it seemed to stick with him. Of course, his lack of sleep could have had something to do with it.

When the month of the wedding arrived, Aladdin found himself plagued with doubts and nightmares that made it impossible to get more than a few hours of sleep each night. Falling asleep meant dreaming of what failures he may bring upon Agrabah as the future Sultan, and staying awake meant remembering the feel of Jasmine's broken body after the Ethereal condemned the kingdom. The damage was reversed, and Jasmine was saved, but he still remembered how still her body was in death. She looked barely any different in life as she did in death, and he had held her just like he had held his mother when she… when…

Aladdin sat up in a hurry after hearing the sounds of footsteps drawing near. Being seen in a moment of weakness was certainly one of the last things he wanted, and it'd be just his luck should the guards come in and accuse him of stealing from the treasury. The true source of the noise, though, was someone that Aladdin honestly wasn't expecting.

“J- Jasmine?” Aladdin slowly rose to his feet, his face turning slightly red at the fact that his fiance had caught him in a vulnerable moment. “I thought… I thought you were meeting with the ambassadors.”

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Aladdin tilted his head in surprise at the mention of this "person" that had been in the same area before, and his eyes narrowed as Vigos began speaking in another language. That was... surprising. Was someone from this country in Atlantis now? Was that who Vigos was speaking to? ...If that was the case, then they likely knew about Agrabah and could guide Vigos around it. Who was to say that this person had the best intentions for Agrabah in mind?

Aladdin gave a quick glance to the still-distracted Sultan and to Jasmine, who was listening in. Then he looked back to Vigos, giving a slight nod.

"How about giving us a tour of your land before we agree to let you renovate ours? We've had bad experiences with... renovations in the past."

They were still cleaning after Nefir Hasenuf and Mechanicles to this day.

Mungull had been going over maintenance for Whyoya’s systems along side the ship herself in the time off of traveling to Azeroth, another ship was dispatched to be the next base of operations there. Things were quiet beyond the normal crew chattering and working. That was until an alert came on the different screens around where Mungull was. He called down to the Atlantian palace via com systems “Ummm.. V.. we have a bit of a situation”

“We saw the alert, and are heading up there to get a better idea of what’s going on”

“Well from what it looks like- oh hey” Mungull turned off the com system when Vigos came up behind him. It wasn’t something he wanted to deal with at his normal desk where it could possibly cause panic. Vigos looked at the imaging systems that detected life. Mungull continued “it looks as if seven separate kingdoms just phased or got pulled into this timeline.. A scouting drone was sent to get a better view from above.”

“We are pretty sure we’ve seen this one somewhere” Vigos brought up the aerial view of one of the kingdoms and began to cross reference it to various medias globally.

Whyoya spoke up then as the search stopped upon the story of ‘Aladdin’ “I believe this is the kingdom in which Neltharion’s young apprentice is from, and mentioned upon his first arrival.

“The question now…. Did it get here by magic on their end… or did the inter-dimensional probe sent out nearly four decades ago finally come back after locating his reality.” Vigos wondered curiously at this new development. The next thing was contacting his partner on his home world.

Meanwhile, on Azeroth, Nelth and Jafar had settled down at the Earthen city of Dornogal after dealing with other threats around the area. Nelth sat going through messages on a tablet device that were mostly from expedition leaders. He was about to respond to one when Vigos had called him. “What is it?” Nel answered as he heard Jafar grumble out “I swear he has the worst timing”

Nel briefly responded “it could have been worse, it could have been in the middle of dealing with the Goliath sized bugs underground” before moving to a more secluded area within the inn to hear better. Afterwards, Nel returned to the table they were sitting at and spoke “I have good news… and bad news”

Jafar looked less amused at the mention of bad news “what is the bad news?”

“That part would make less sense without the good news first..” Nel smirked

“Fine… what is this good news?”

“Vigos may have just found your former reality and home”

“How is that supposed to be good news? What is the bad news?” Jafar huffed taking a drink of the ale of the city which he’d grown fond of.

“Vigos says that the seven kingdoms including your former residence, might be stuck in our reality” Nelth answered “and he says judging by the time period they were in, there’s going to be a lot of help needed to get them on par with the rest of the world.”

“There isn’t going to be enough liquor to deal with all of them, or old enemies” he grumbled again resting his head in folded arms on the table.

“My dear, Jay, I honestly doubt anyone will even recognize you even if you strolled in the middle of the streets. Not with all the long dreadlocks and such” Nel running his own hand through their similar style hair and grown out and decorated beards. “My guess is that you’d be the last person they’d expect to return to the kingdom, and the least of their problems if anything happens” Nelth motioned for them to head back to Whyoya to see what Vigos had in mind as far as making contact with their new guests.

Vigos and Mungull were busy with getting an idea of how to renovate the kingdoms when Nel and Jafar came to the command bridge of Whyoya. Jafar took in the sight of the place he once called home, but noticed more of how the rest of the kingdom looked worse off than before his demise. “You’d think with the power of a genie in their circle, they would have fixed up the damn city.” He stood with arms crossed in disbelief.

Mungull commented “I’m more of curious as to how the palace stands under the weight of all that metal, plus the heat making it expand probably doing a number on structural integrity. I wonder if the dude prays daily for it to not crush everything inside.”

Nel looked at the palace and asked “naa I want to know how the hell do they clean the bulbs in the heat.”

Vigos looked over at Jafar knowing many years ago he promised that if he found the place that he’d see to it be revamped. “Still want us to give the people a better kingdom?”

Jafar was quiet at first but had to wipe away tears as it was something he wanted but lost sight of with hunger for power. “They deserve better than the conditions they are living in currently. Something tells me they are going to find out that they are in a whole new era with all the air crafts passing overhead, and will want to know more”

“We will get the people there up to speed with the rest, though more capable linguistic skills will be needed including yourself. Personnel will have translation devices, but first hand knowledge is still better.” Vigos assured Jafar he’d have assistance for questions.

“Me? Returning to Agrabah? But what if -“

“We doubt you’d be recognized unless you set yourself up to be recognized wearing things of that culture again. How you are now, should be fine to enter the place. If you are that concerned, you could stay with the drop ship crew for bringing down construction materials, or even the pilot crew that will take those who are willing to relocate to our palace while renovating.” There was a pause before adding “eventually… they will have to learn of your existence” Vigos had prepared to get a smaller ship ready to travel to Agrabah to meet with the leaders into the new reality.

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Aladdin nodded quietly, a frown on his face as he observed the map at Vigos's fingertips being manipulated. The Sultan, however, looked absolutely delighted.

"My word," the Sultan exclaimed excitedly, watching as the map pieced itself to Vigos's liking. "We simply must find such magic for ourselves!"

Aladdin didn’t pay as much attention to the map as he was too lost in thought to consider the works that preceeded it. Vigos's last question, especially, gave him a lot to consider. He looked over at the Sultan, then to the guards, then to the nearest corridor.

"...I'll have to ask Jasmine- Princess Jasmine and Genie," he finally stated after a bit of time passed. "Mirage has definitely tried something like this before, but she always brags about her work while she's doing it. Mozenrath would definitely like to, but I doubt he has that kind of power. ...Chaos, or maybe... maybe the Ethereal..."

Considering his history with the different nations and their villains, it was hard to pick out just one person who would want to do something like that.

Mungull had been going over maintenance for Whyoya’s systems along side the ship herself in the time off of traveling to Azeroth, another ship was dispatched to be the next base of operations there. Things were quiet beyond the normal crew chattering and working. That was until an alert came on the different screens around where Mungull was. He called down to the Atlantian palace via com systems “Ummm.. V.. we have a bit of a situation”

“We saw the alert, and are heading up there to get a better idea of what’s going on”

“Well from what it looks like- oh hey” Mungull turned off the com system when Vigos came up behind him. It wasn’t something he wanted to deal with at his normal desk where it could possibly cause panic. Vigos looked at the imaging systems that detected life. Mungull continued “it looks as if seven separate kingdoms just phased or got pulled into this timeline.. A scouting drone was sent to get a better view from above.”

“We are pretty sure we’ve seen this one somewhere” Vigos brought up the aerial view of one of the kingdoms and began to cross reference it to various medias globally.

Whyoya spoke up then as the search stopped upon the story of ‘Aladdin’ “I believe this is the kingdom in which Neltharion’s young apprentice is from, and mentioned upon his first arrival.

“The question now…. Did it get here by magic on their end… or did the inter-dimensional probe sent out nearly four decades ago finally come back after locating his reality.” Vigos wondered curiously at this new development. The next thing was contacting his partner on his home world.

Meanwhile, on Azeroth, Nelth and Jafar had settled down at the Earthen city of Dornogal after dealing with other threats around the area. Nelth sat going through messages on a tablet device that were mostly from expedition leaders. He was about to respond to one when Vigos had called him. “What is it?” Nel answered as he heard Jafar grumble out “I swear he has the worst timing”

Nel briefly responded “it could have been worse, it could have been in the middle of dealing with the Goliath sized bugs underground” before moving to a more secluded area within the inn to hear better. Afterwards, Nel returned to the table they were sitting at and spoke “I have good news… and bad news”

Jafar looked less amused at the mention of bad news “what is the bad news?”

“That part would make less sense without the good news first..” Nel smirked

“Fine… what is this good news?”

“Vigos may have just found your former reality and home”

“How is that supposed to be good news? What is the bad news?” Jafar huffed taking a drink of the ale of the city which he’d grown fond of.

“Vigos says that the seven kingdoms including your former residence, might be stuck in our reality” Nelth answered “and he says judging by the time period they were in, there’s going to be a lot of help needed to get them on par with the rest of the world.”

“There isn’t going to be enough liquor to deal with all of them, or old enemies” he grumbled again resting his head in folded arms on the table.

“My dear, Jay, I honestly doubt anyone will even recognize you even if you strolled in the middle of the streets. Not with all the long dreadlocks and such” Nel running his own hand through their similar style hair and grown out and decorated beards. “My guess is that you’d be the last person they’d expect to return to the kingdom, and the least of their problems if anything happens” Nelth motioned for them to head back to Whyoya to see what Vigos had in mind as far as making contact with their new guests.

Vigos and Mungull were busy with getting an idea of how to renovate the kingdoms when Nel and Jafar came to the command bridge of Whyoya. Jafar took in the sight of the place he once called home, but noticed more of how the rest of the kingdom looked worse off than before his demise. “You’d think with the power of a genie in their circle, they would have fixed up the damn city.” He stood with arms crossed in disbelief.

Mungull commented “I’m more of curious as to how the palace stands under the weight of all that metal, plus the heat making it expand probably doing a number on structural integrity. I wonder if the dude prays daily for it to not crush everything inside.”

Nel looked at the palace and asked “naa I want to know how the hell do they clean the bulbs in the heat.”

Vigos looked over at Jafar knowing many years ago he promised that if he found the place that he’d see to it be revamped. “Still want us to give the people a better kingdom?”

Jafar was quiet at first but had to wipe away tears as it was something he wanted but lost sight of with hunger for power. “They deserve better than the conditions they are living in currently. Something tells me they are going to find out that they are in a whole new era with all the air crafts passing overhead, and will want to know more”

“We will get the people there up to speed with the rest, though more capable linguistic skills will be needed including yourself. Personnel will have translation devices, but first hand knowledge is still better.” Vigos assured Jafar he’d have assistance for questions.

“Me? Returning to Agrabah? But what if -“

“We doubt you’d be recognized unless you set yourself up to be recognized wearing things of that culture again. How you are now, should be fine to enter the place. If you are that concerned, you could stay with the drop ship crew for bringing down construction materials, or even the pilot crew that will take those who are willing to relocate to our palace while renovating.” There was a pause before adding “eventually… they will have to learn of your existence” Vigos had prepared to get a smaller ship ready to travel to Agrabah to meet with the leaders into the new reality.

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Don't mind me, just getting emotional over Aladdin's mother.

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...Jasmine's mother would love him.

Aladdin wasn't really sure whether to believe that or not. Older women did tend to like him for more... physical reasons, yeah, but that definitely wasn't what Jasmine meant. Her mother was a royal who wasn't impressed with the Sultan's attempts to woo her until he went for a less material approach. Perhaps she would have disliked Prince Ali but grown to eventually like Aladdin. ...Maybe.

As soon as Jasmine asked if Aladdin's mother would have liked her, Aladdin's mind completely switched. He laughed a little too loudly before quickly quieting down.

"Oh, my ma would love you more than she loved me!" He laughed. It took him a moment before he realized the implications of his words, and he quieted down. "Sh- She was a good mom! I mean that she would have loved having a daughter like you, and she would have killed me for how I acted around you when I was, uh... when I first arrived."

He pulled Jasmine into him a bit more before lightening his grip, self-conscious about how he was treating her.

"...She would have loved sitting down with you and just talking about life, trying to give you lessons and teaching you how to make food and rugs and stuff. You'd have become her favorite person in life. She wouldn't say it immediately, but she'd absolutely see herself as your mother."

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Aladdin groaned as he woke up in the same uncomfortable position that he had fallen asleep in; against the wall of the treasury, hiding from the officials who would no doubt want to help him plan the wedding that was barely a week away. In truth, to say that they were helping to “plan” would be an overstatement when it came to Aladdin's portion. It was more so that the officials would tell him what to do, and then Jasmine would explain it in a way that would be a bit more memorable, and then Iago would explain it in a self-aggrandizing way that Genie would translate, then Jasmine would explain it again... Aladdin was good at thinking on his feet, but there was… a lot of history behind everything he was supposed to say and do, and barely any of it seemed to stick with him. Of course, his lack of sleep could have had something to do with it.

When the month of the wedding arrived, Aladdin found himself plagued with doubts and nightmares that made it impossible to get more than a few hours of sleep each night. Falling asleep meant dreaming of what failures he may bring upon Agrabah as the future Sultan, and staying awake meant remembering the feel of Jasmine's broken body after the Ethereal condemned the kingdom. The damage was reversed, and Jasmine was saved, but he still remembered how still her body was in death. She looked barely any different in life as she did in death, and he had held her just like he had held his mother when she… when…

Aladdin sat up in a hurry after hearing the sounds of footsteps drawing near. Being seen in a moment of weakness was certainly one of the last things he wanted, and it'd be just his luck should the guards come in and accuse him of stealing from the treasury. The true source of the noise, though, was someone that Aladdin honestly wasn't expecting.

“J- Jasmine?” Aladdin slowly rose to his feet, his face turning slightly red at the fact that his fiance had caught him in a vulnerable moment. “I thought… I thought you were meeting with the ambassadors.”

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The people resisted Razoul's attempts to usher them out, excitedly rushing forward to look at the new bits of technology that Vigos had revealed at his tail. Aladdin himself wasn't quite interested in the spectacle, though none more so than the Sultan, who yelped with joy and practically bounded from his throne to see what Vigos was displaying.

"What a fascinating contraption!" The Sultan cried, almost reaching out to grab the map before the guards gestured for him to stay back, fearing it may be a trap. After a moment, the Sultan reclaimed his stoicism. "W- Well, we would be happy to cooperate as long as the people remain safe. We need Agrabah to be protected, after all."

"Plus, it would be good to figure out how we can get back to our own world," Aladdin added, still watching the map. "If we're really out of our time as Vigos- um, as you say, then there must be some way to get back."

Mungull had been going over maintenance for Whyoya’s systems along side the ship herself in the time off of traveling to Azeroth, another ship was dispatched to be the next base of operations there. Things were quiet beyond the normal crew chattering and working. That was until an alert came on the different screens around where Mungull was. He called down to the Atlantian palace via com systems “Ummm.. V.. we have a bit of a situation”

“We saw the alert, and are heading up there to get a better idea of what’s going on”

“Well from what it looks like- oh hey” Mungull turned off the com system when Vigos came up behind him. It wasn’t something he wanted to deal with at his normal desk where it could possibly cause panic. Vigos looked at the imaging systems that detected life. Mungull continued “it looks as if seven separate kingdoms just phased or got pulled into this timeline.. A scouting drone was sent to get a better view from above.”

“We are pretty sure we’ve seen this one somewhere” Vigos brought up the aerial view of one of the kingdoms and began to cross reference it to various medias globally.

Whyoya spoke up then as the search stopped upon the story of ‘Aladdin’ “I believe this is the kingdom in which Neltharion’s young apprentice is from, and mentioned upon his first arrival.

“The question now…. Did it get here by magic on their end… or did the inter-dimensional probe sent out nearly four decades ago finally come back after locating his reality.” Vigos wondered curiously at this new development. The next thing was contacting his partner on his home world.

Meanwhile, on Azeroth, Nelth and Jafar had settled down at the Earthen city of Dornogal after dealing with other threats around the area. Nelth sat going through messages on a tablet device that were mostly from expedition leaders. He was about to respond to one when Vigos had called him. “What is it?” Nel answered as he heard Jafar grumble out “I swear he has the worst timing”

Nel briefly responded “it could have been worse, it could have been in the middle of dealing with the Goliath sized bugs underground” before moving to a more secluded area within the inn to hear better. Afterwards, Nel returned to the table they were sitting at and spoke “I have good news… and bad news”

Jafar looked less amused at the mention of bad news “what is the bad news?”

“That part would make less sense without the good news first..” Nel smirked

“Fine… what is this good news?”

“Vigos may have just found your former reality and home”

“How is that supposed to be good news? What is the bad news?” Jafar huffed taking a drink of the ale of the city which he’d grown fond of.

“Vigos says that the seven kingdoms including your former residence, might be stuck in our reality” Nelth answered “and he says judging by the time period they were in, there’s going to be a lot of help needed to get them on par with the rest of the world.”

“There isn’t going to be enough liquor to deal with all of them, or old enemies” he grumbled again resting his head in folded arms on the table.

“My dear, Jay, I honestly doubt anyone will even recognize you even if you strolled in the middle of the streets. Not with all the long dreadlocks and such” Nel running his own hand through their similar style hair and grown out and decorated beards. “My guess is that you’d be the last person they’d expect to return to the kingdom, and the least of their problems if anything happens” Nelth motioned for them to head back to Whyoya to see what Vigos had in mind as far as making contact with their new guests.

Vigos and Mungull were busy with getting an idea of how to renovate the kingdoms when Nel and Jafar came to the command bridge of Whyoya. Jafar took in the sight of the place he once called home, but noticed more of how the rest of the kingdom looked worse off than before his demise. “You’d think with the power of a genie in their circle, they would have fixed up the damn city.” He stood with arms crossed in disbelief.

Mungull commented “I’m more of curious as to how the palace stands under the weight of all that metal, plus the heat making it expand probably doing a number on structural integrity. I wonder if the dude prays daily for it to not crush everything inside.”

Nel looked at the palace and asked “naa I want to know how the hell do they clean the bulbs in the heat.”

Vigos looked over at Jafar knowing many years ago he promised that if he found the place that he’d see to it be revamped. “Still want us to give the people a better kingdom?”

Jafar was quiet at first but had to wipe away tears as it was something he wanted but lost sight of with hunger for power. “They deserve better than the conditions they are living in currently. Something tells me they are going to find out that they are in a whole new era with all the air crafts passing overhead, and will want to know more”

“We will get the people there up to speed with the rest, though more capable linguistic skills will be needed including yourself. Personnel will have translation devices, but first hand knowledge is still better.” Vigos assured Jafar he’d have assistance for questions.

“Me? Returning to Agrabah? But what if -“

“We doubt you’d be recognized unless you set yourself up to be recognized wearing things of that culture again. How you are now, should be fine to enter the place. If you are that concerned, you could stay with the drop ship crew for bringing down construction materials, or even the pilot crew that will take those who are willing to relocate to our palace while renovating.” There was a pause before adding “eventually… they will have to learn of your existence” Vigos had prepared to get a smaller ship ready to travel to Agrabah to meet with the leaders into the new reality.

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Aladdin went silent, tilting his head until it rested upon Jasmine's own as she shared her father's story. There was no sound around them apart from the water and Jasmine's own speaking. If anyone were to look from afar, they'd likely have assumed that Aladdin had fallen asleep while Jasmine told of her family's history.

This place must have meant something to the royal family for generations upon generations. He was likely one of the only civilians who was able to stay in the presence of the fountain for more than a few minutes, and now he imagined that it was going to be made into a special place for him and Jasmine as well. ...Did he deserve that? Should someone like Aladdin, who seemed to bring disaster everywhere he went, even be around this fountain? What if the fountain broke? What if Jasmine were to... to...

As Jasmine finished the story, Aladdin closed his eyes, shifting slightly so that she could look at him. His hand rested on hers in an attempt to comfort her for her mother's passing. ...Perhaps that's what he could contribute here.

A small smile crossed Aladdin's face as a thought came to him. He laughed quietly.

"...Your mother and mine would have gotten along, I think."

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Aladdin groaned as he woke up in the same uncomfortable position that he had fallen asleep in; against the wall of the treasury, hiding from the officials who would no doubt want to help him plan the wedding that was barely a week away. In truth, to say that they were helping to “plan” would be an overstatement when it came to Aladdin's portion. It was more so that the officials would tell him what to do, and then Jasmine would explain it in a way that would be a bit more memorable, and then Iago would explain it in a self-aggrandizing way that Genie would translate, then Jasmine would explain it again... Aladdin was good at thinking on his feet, but there was… a lot of history behind everything he was supposed to say and do, and barely any of it seemed to stick with him. Of course, his lack of sleep could have had something to do with it.

When the month of the wedding arrived, Aladdin found himself plagued with doubts and nightmares that made it impossible to get more than a few hours of sleep each night. Falling asleep meant dreaming of what failures he may bring upon Agrabah as the future Sultan, and staying awake meant remembering the feel of Jasmine's broken body after the Ethereal condemned the kingdom. The damage was reversed, and Jasmine was saved, but he still remembered how still her body was in death. She looked barely any different in life as she did in death, and he had held her just like he had held his mother when she… when…

Aladdin sat up in a hurry after hearing the sounds of footsteps drawing near. Being seen in a moment of weakness was certainly one of the last things he wanted, and it'd be just his luck should the guards come in and accuse him of stealing from the treasury. The true source of the noise, though, was someone that Aladdin honestly wasn't expecting.

“J- Jasmine?” Aladdin slowly rose to his feet, his face turning slightly red at the fact that his fiance had caught him in a vulnerable moment. “I thought… I thought you were meeting with the ambassadors.”

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The guards at the palace doors were certainly uneasy with Vigos's presence, but they relented after a bit of time with both Aladdin and Vigos explaining the situation to them. They weren't at all happy with letting the suspicious creature in to see their ruler, but Aladdin had gotten them out of far worse scrapes, even if he had gotten them into a few more.

The Sultan of Agrabah was sitting on his throne with multiple citizens standing before them. They all had noticed the changes going on around them and were looking for comfort from the authority. As much as the Sultan and Jasmine tried to speak with them, they seemed to be too frazzled to hear anything that was being said.

Once the doors opened, the Sultan looked up with an expression that said that he was expecting more frantic citizens to come for encouragement. Seeing Aladdin returning with the guards and a strange near-human individual, the Sultan's eyes widened.

"Oh, well, I must say-" he began before cutting himself off. "Aladdin, my boy, you've come with a visitor! I'm sure they would love to talk!"

The citizens looked back at the prince as the Sultan spoke and they immediately began to part, murmuring among each other at the sight of the creature now in the room with them. They only really began to move away when Razoul started shoving his way through them and ordering them out.

Mungull had been going over maintenance for Whyoya’s systems along side the ship herself in the time off of traveling to Azeroth, another ship was dispatched to be the next base of operations there. Things were quiet beyond the normal crew chattering and working. That was until an alert came on the different screens around where Mungull was. He called down to the Atlantian palace via com systems “Ummm.. V.. we have a bit of a situation”

“We saw the alert, and are heading up there to get a better idea of what’s going on”

“Well from what it looks like- oh hey” Mungull turned off the com system when Vigos came up behind him. It wasn’t something he wanted to deal with at his normal desk where it could possibly cause panic. Vigos looked at the imaging systems that detected life. Mungull continued “it looks as if seven separate kingdoms just phased or got pulled into this timeline.. A scouting drone was sent to get a better view from above.”

“We are pretty sure we’ve seen this one somewhere” Vigos brought up the aerial view of one of the kingdoms and began to cross reference it to various medias globally.

Whyoya spoke up then as the search stopped upon the story of ‘Aladdin’ “I believe this is the kingdom in which Neltharion’s young apprentice is from, and mentioned upon his first arrival.

“The question now…. Did it get here by magic on their end… or did the inter-dimensional probe sent out nearly four decades ago finally come back after locating his reality.” Vigos wondered curiously at this new development. The next thing was contacting his partner on his home world.

Meanwhile, on Azeroth, Nelth and Jafar had settled down at the Earthen city of Dornogal after dealing with other threats around the area. Nelth sat going through messages on a tablet device that were mostly from expedition leaders. He was about to respond to one when Vigos had called him. “What is it?” Nel answered as he heard Jafar grumble out “I swear he has the worst timing”

Nel briefly responded “it could have been worse, it could have been in the middle of dealing with the Goliath sized bugs underground” before moving to a more secluded area within the inn to hear better. Afterwards, Nel returned to the table they were sitting at and spoke “I have good news… and bad news”

Jafar looked less amused at the mention of bad news “what is the bad news?”

“That part would make less sense without the good news first..” Nel smirked

“Fine… what is this good news?”

“Vigos may have just found your former reality and home”

“How is that supposed to be good news? What is the bad news?” Jafar huffed taking a drink of the ale of the city which he’d grown fond of.

“Vigos says that the seven kingdoms including your former residence, might be stuck in our reality” Nelth answered “and he says judging by the time period they were in, there’s going to be a lot of help needed to get them on par with the rest of the world.”

“There isn’t going to be enough liquor to deal with all of them, or old enemies” he grumbled again resting his head in folded arms on the table.

“My dear, Jay, I honestly doubt anyone will even recognize you even if you strolled in the middle of the streets. Not with all the long dreadlocks and such” Nel running his own hand through their similar style hair and grown out and decorated beards. “My guess is that you’d be the last person they’d expect to return to the kingdom, and the least of their problems if anything happens” Nelth motioned for them to head back to Whyoya to see what Vigos had in mind as far as making contact with their new guests.

Vigos and Mungull were busy with getting an idea of how to renovate the kingdoms when Nel and Jafar came to the command bridge of Whyoya. Jafar took in the sight of the place he once called home, but noticed more of how the rest of the kingdom looked worse off than before his demise. “You’d think with the power of a genie in their circle, they would have fixed up the damn city.” He stood with arms crossed in disbelief.

Mungull commented “I’m more of curious as to how the palace stands under the weight of all that metal, plus the heat making it expand probably doing a number on structural integrity. I wonder if the dude prays daily for it to not crush everything inside.”

Nel looked at the palace and asked “naa I want to know how the hell do they clean the bulbs in the heat.”

Vigos looked over at Jafar knowing many years ago he promised that if he found the place that he’d see to it be revamped. “Still want us to give the people a better kingdom?”

Jafar was quiet at first but had to wipe away tears as it was something he wanted but lost sight of with hunger for power. “They deserve better than the conditions they are living in currently. Something tells me they are going to find out that they are in a whole new era with all the air crafts passing overhead, and will want to know more”

“We will get the people there up to speed with the rest, though more capable linguistic skills will be needed including yourself. Personnel will have translation devices, but first hand knowledge is still better.” Vigos assured Jafar he’d have assistance for questions.

“Me? Returning to Agrabah? But what if -“

“We doubt you’d be recognized unless you set yourself up to be recognized wearing things of that culture again. How you are now, should be fine to enter the place. If you are that concerned, you could stay with the drop ship crew for bringing down construction materials, or even the pilot crew that will take those who are willing to relocate to our palace while renovating.” There was a pause before adding “eventually… they will have to learn of your existence” Vigos had prepared to get a smaller ship ready to travel to Agrabah to meet with the leaders into the new reality.

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Aladdin felt his face flush as his fiancée pressed her lips to his cheeks. He chuckled awkwardly, looking down at the lily that she had snuck into his hand. She kept catching him off-guard, even if he should have been able to predict her at this point. Maybe he should have known that he couldn't press her into one thing. She would always be sweet and kind and unpredictable, and he would always be stunned by her.

"...I'll... I'll try," Aladdin stammered, looking back at the lily pad that the flower had been plucked from.

Seeing themselves together in the fountain was nice. It reminded him of their first time out together as “royals,” when they were looking at their reflections in the water off of the side of Carpet. Aladdin had thought at the time that Jasmine was only enjoying the ride, only seeing him as the prince that he pretended to be. …Still, he felt that was how the people saw him, or saw their relationship. Maybe Aladdin was just pretending. If he hadn't saved Jasmine from Jafar, or if the other suitors weren't such piles of… Well, would she still have wanted to marry him?

“Would… I…”

Aladdin hesitated, then decided to change the subject. His insecurities could come later. Now that he was alone with her and she already knew that he was struggling… Maybe he could use this oppurtunity to ask her about something that he had wondered about for awhile.

He looked down at the lily again, then looked out at the garden surrounding them.

“...Was this place around when your father… when he was… courting your mother?”

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Aladdin groaned as he woke up in the same uncomfortable position that he had fallen asleep in; against the wall of the treasury, hiding from the officials who would no doubt want to help him plan the wedding that was barely a week away. In truth, to say that they were helping to “plan” would be an overstatement when it came to Aladdin's portion. It was more so that the officials would tell him what to do, and then Jasmine would explain it in a way that would be a bit more memorable, and then Iago would explain it in a self-aggrandizing way that Genie would translate, then Jasmine would explain it again... Aladdin was good at thinking on his feet, but there was… a lot of history behind everything he was supposed to say and do, and barely any of it seemed to stick with him. Of course, his lack of sleep could have had something to do with it.

When the month of the wedding arrived, Aladdin found himself plagued with doubts and nightmares that made it impossible to get more than a few hours of sleep each night. Falling asleep meant dreaming of what failures he may bring upon Agrabah as the future Sultan, and staying awake meant remembering the feel of Jasmine's broken body after the Ethereal condemned the kingdom. The damage was reversed, and Jasmine was saved, but he still remembered how still her body was in death. She looked barely any different in life as she did in death, and he had held her just like he had held his mother when she… when…

Aladdin sat up in a hurry after hearing the sounds of footsteps drawing near. Being seen in a moment of weakness was certainly one of the last things he wanted, and it'd be just his luck should the guards come in and accuse him of stealing from the treasury. The true source of the noise, though, was someone that Aladdin honestly wasn't expecting.

“J- Jasmine?” Aladdin slowly rose to his feet, his face turning slightly red at the fact that his fiance had caught him in a vulnerable moment. “I thought… I thought you were meeting with the ambassadors.”

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Aladdin really should have been more careful, considering that the last time Jasmine asked to take a walk with him in the garden was when she was actually Mozenrath in disguise. He was already a bit on edge, but the thought didn't occur to him until they were already walking. Though he startled a few times in preparation for the worst, the worst didn't come, and he found himself set down on the edge of the fountain.

His eyes went wide for a few seconds as he stared at Rajah, trying to figure out what was wrong before he remembered that Rajah wasn't actually sick. Al hung his head. Maybe he really did need to relax.

“...Sure. I'll try.”

He could try, but it was hard when someone could sneak up on them while using the bubbling sound of the fountain as a cover. They could attack from behind and disrupt Jasmine's beautiful voice, and… No, what was he thinking? Things were… Things were okay. Jasmine was here with him, and she was alive and warm, unlike the body he remembered so vividly like he did with his… mother's body…

Aladdin raised his head up slightly, looking to Jasmine before looking back down and pulling her closer for him to embrace. There was something he wanted to discuss with her about… all of that, but now… now might not be the moment.

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Aladdin groaned as he woke up in the same uncomfortable position that he had fallen asleep in; against the wall of the treasury, hiding from the officials who would no doubt want to help him plan the wedding that was barely a week away. In truth, to say that they were helping to “plan” would be an overstatement when it came to Aladdin's portion. It was more so that the officials would tell him what to do, and then Jasmine would explain it in a way that would be a bit more memorable, and then Iago would explain it in a self-aggrandizing way that Genie would translate, then Jasmine would explain it again... Aladdin was good at thinking on his feet, but there was… a lot of history behind everything he was supposed to say and do, and barely any of it seemed to stick with him. Of course, his lack of sleep could have had something to do with it.

When the month of the wedding arrived, Aladdin found himself plagued with doubts and nightmares that made it impossible to get more than a few hours of sleep each night. Falling asleep meant dreaming of what failures he may bring upon Agrabah as the future Sultan, and staying awake meant remembering the feel of Jasmine's broken body after the Ethereal condemned the kingdom. The damage was reversed, and Jasmine was saved, but he still remembered how still her body was in death. She looked barely any different in life as she did in death, and he had held her just like he had held his mother when she… when…

Aladdin sat up in a hurry after hearing the sounds of footsteps drawing near. Being seen in a moment of weakness was certainly one of the last things he wanted, and it'd be just his luck should the guards come in and accuse him of stealing from the treasury. The true source of the noise, though, was someone that Aladdin honestly wasn't expecting.

“J- Jasmine?” Aladdin slowly rose to his feet, his face turning slightly red at the fact that his fiance had caught him in a vulnerable moment. “I thought… I thought you were meeting with the ambassadors.”

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Well, he certainly was right about that. Agrabah was no stranger to foreign threats, especially foreign threats that arrived with an abundance of magic. Vigos likely caused quite a stir when he first arrived, though he hadn't caused any trouble yet. Aladdin was just happy that Vigos seemed to have good intentions, even if the rest of his story was shrouded in information that he didn't fully understand.

The guards reluctantly led Aladdin and Vigos back in the direction of the palace where the Sultan awaited the report. Explaining to him that they were in another world was going to take some time, though maybe he was used to that sort of thing by now.

“Sorry about the guards,” Aladdin said as they walked, making Razoul grunt angrily in front of them. “They're used to facing some crazy stuff with magic. This place seems to be invaded every couple days, pretty much!”

Mungull had been going over maintenance for Whyoya’s systems along side the ship herself in the time off of traveling to Azeroth, another ship was dispatched to be the next base of operations there. Things were quiet beyond the normal crew chattering and working. That was until an alert came on the different screens around where Mungull was. He called down to the Atlantian palace via com systems “Ummm.. V.. we have a bit of a situation”

“We saw the alert, and are heading up there to get a better idea of what’s going on”

“Well from what it looks like- oh hey” Mungull turned off the com system when Vigos came up behind him. It wasn’t something he wanted to deal with at his normal desk where it could possibly cause panic. Vigos looked at the imaging systems that detected life. Mungull continued “it looks as if seven separate kingdoms just phased or got pulled into this timeline.. A scouting drone was sent to get a better view from above.”

“We are pretty sure we’ve seen this one somewhere” Vigos brought up the aerial view of one of the kingdoms and began to cross reference it to various medias globally.

Whyoya spoke up then as the search stopped upon the story of ‘Aladdin’ “I believe this is the kingdom in which Neltharion’s young apprentice is from, and mentioned upon his first arrival.

“The question now…. Did it get here by magic on their end… or did the inter-dimensional probe sent out nearly four decades ago finally come back after locating his reality.” Vigos wondered curiously at this new development. The next thing was contacting his partner on his home world.

Meanwhile, on Azeroth, Nelth and Jafar had settled down at the Earthen city of Dornogal after dealing with other threats around the area. Nelth sat going through messages on a tablet device that were mostly from expedition leaders. He was about to respond to one when Vigos had called him. “What is it?” Nel answered as he heard Jafar grumble out “I swear he has the worst timing”

Nel briefly responded “it could have been worse, it could have been in the middle of dealing with the Goliath sized bugs underground” before moving to a more secluded area within the inn to hear better. Afterwards, Nel returned to the table they were sitting at and spoke “I have good news… and bad news”

Jafar looked less amused at the mention of bad news “what is the bad news?”

“That part would make less sense without the good news first..” Nel smirked

“Fine… what is this good news?”

“Vigos may have just found your former reality and home”

“How is that supposed to be good news? What is the bad news?” Jafar huffed taking a drink of the ale of the city which he’d grown fond of.

“Vigos says that the seven kingdoms including your former residence, might be stuck in our reality” Nelth answered “and he says judging by the time period they were in, there’s going to be a lot of help needed to get them on par with the rest of the world.”

“There isn’t going to be enough liquor to deal with all of them, or old enemies” he grumbled again resting his head in folded arms on the table.

“My dear, Jay, I honestly doubt anyone will even recognize you even if you strolled in the middle of the streets. Not with all the long dreadlocks and such” Nel running his own hand through their similar style hair and grown out and decorated beards. “My guess is that you’d be the last person they’d expect to return to the kingdom, and the least of their problems if anything happens” Nelth motioned for them to head back to Whyoya to see what Vigos had in mind as far as making contact with their new guests.

Vigos and Mungull were busy with getting an idea of how to renovate the kingdoms when Nel and Jafar came to the command bridge of Whyoya. Jafar took in the sight of the place he once called home, but noticed more of how the rest of the kingdom looked worse off than before his demise. “You’d think with the power of a genie in their circle, they would have fixed up the damn city.” He stood with arms crossed in disbelief.

Mungull commented “I’m more of curious as to how the palace stands under the weight of all that metal, plus the heat making it expand probably doing a number on structural integrity. I wonder if the dude prays daily for it to not crush everything inside.”

Nel looked at the palace and asked “naa I want to know how the hell do they clean the bulbs in the heat.”

Vigos looked over at Jafar knowing many years ago he promised that if he found the place that he’d see to it be revamped. “Still want us to give the people a better kingdom?”

Jafar was quiet at first but had to wipe away tears as it was something he wanted but lost sight of with hunger for power. “They deserve better than the conditions they are living in currently. Something tells me they are going to find out that they are in a whole new era with all the air crafts passing overhead, and will want to know more”

“We will get the people there up to speed with the rest, though more capable linguistic skills will be needed including yourself. Personnel will have translation devices, but first hand knowledge is still better.” Vigos assured Jafar he’d have assistance for questions.

“Me? Returning to Agrabah? But what if -“

“We doubt you’d be recognized unless you set yourself up to be recognized wearing things of that culture again. How you are now, should be fine to enter the place. If you are that concerned, you could stay with the drop ship crew for bringing down construction materials, or even the pilot crew that will take those who are willing to relocate to our palace while renovating.” There was a pause before adding “eventually… they will have to learn of your existence” Vigos had prepared to get a smaller ship ready to travel to Agrabah to meet with the leaders into the new reality.

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This wasn't about him! Jasmine needed to make a good impression on the ambassadors the week before the wedding! If things went wrong at this point, who knows how long Agrabah would last! They could cease trades, declare a war, send Chaos after them, make the people miserable and bring the Ethereal back…

Aladdin's thoughts faded as Jasmine lifted up his hands, squeezing them as though trying to get his attention. He almost wanted to snap for what he knew was no logical reason, but he couldn't do it when she had that look on her face. The anxious scowl on Al's face faded slightly. Even after all this time, his words to Genie still rang true. His fiancée really was funny.

“...Sure,” Aladdin replied in a slightly defeated tone. Maybe a walk would clear his head. If he did fall asleep anyway, at least it'd be by Jasmine's side.

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Aladdin groaned as he woke up in the same uncomfortable position that he had fallen asleep in; against the wall of the treasury, hiding from the officials who would no doubt want to help him plan the wedding that was barely a week away. In truth, to say that they were helping to “plan” would be an overstatement when it came to Aladdin's portion. It was more so that the officials would tell him what to do, and then Jasmine would explain it in a way that would be a bit more memorable, and then Iago would explain it in a self-aggrandizing way that Genie would translate, then Jasmine would explain it again... Aladdin was good at thinking on his feet, but there was… a lot of history behind everything he was supposed to say and do, and barely any of it seemed to stick with him. Of course, his lack of sleep could have had something to do with it.

When the month of the wedding arrived, Aladdin found himself plagued with doubts and nightmares that made it impossible to get more than a few hours of sleep each night. Falling asleep meant dreaming of what failures he may bring upon Agrabah as the future Sultan, and staying awake meant remembering the feel of Jasmine's broken body after the Ethereal condemned the kingdom. The damage was reversed, and Jasmine was saved, but he still remembered how still her body was in death. She looked barely any different in life as she did in death, and he had held her just like he had held his mother when she… when…

Aladdin sat up in a hurry after hearing the sounds of footsteps drawing near. Being seen in a moment of weakness was certainly one of the last things he wanted, and it'd be just his luck should the guards come in and accuse him of stealing from the treasury. The true source of the noise, though, was someone that Aladdin honestly wasn't expecting.

“J- Jasmine?” Aladdin slowly rose to his feet, his face turning slightly red at the fact that his fiance had caught him in a vulnerable moment. “I thought… I thought you were meeting with the ambassadors.”

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Aladdin felt quite lost as Vigos explained the details of their worlds colliding, but he felt that he got the general idea. While he wasn't entirely familiar with other worlds, he's witnessed reality change before his eyes because of a minor change in the past or because of some sort of spell. He himself had gone into the past a couple times. Perhaps this collision of worlds was because of something similar.

Vigos revealing his intent to help the citizens of Agrabah caught Aladdin's attention, though not for the best of reasons. He'd faced many a foe before who claimed to give gifts or make places better, after all. …But the gossip among the people right now was all about how this monstrous man came and healed the sick. It was almost too good to be true.

“...Okay, you can come with us back to the palace, but I'm going to be by your side the whole way. Got it?”

He tried to sound intimidating, but he couldn't hide the bit of hopeful excitement in his voice. This could be a breakthrough in a lot of ways!

Mungull had been going over maintenance for Whyoya’s systems along side the ship herself in the time off of traveling to Azeroth, another ship was dispatched to be the next base of operations there. Things were quiet beyond the normal crew chattering and working. That was until an alert came on the different screens around where Mungull was. He called down to the Atlantian palace via com systems “Ummm.. V.. we have a bit of a situation”

“We saw the alert, and are heading up there to get a better idea of what’s going on”

“Well from what it looks like- oh hey” Mungull turned off the com system when Vigos came up behind him. It wasn’t something he wanted to deal with at his normal desk where it could possibly cause panic. Vigos looked at the imaging systems that detected life. Mungull continued “it looks as if seven separate kingdoms just phased or got pulled into this timeline.. A scouting drone was sent to get a better view from above.”

“We are pretty sure we’ve seen this one somewhere” Vigos brought up the aerial view of one of the kingdoms and began to cross reference it to various medias globally.

Whyoya spoke up then as the search stopped upon the story of ‘Aladdin’ “I believe this is the kingdom in which Neltharion’s young apprentice is from, and mentioned upon his first arrival.

“The question now…. Did it get here by magic on their end… or did the inter-dimensional probe sent out nearly four decades ago finally come back after locating his reality.” Vigos wondered curiously at this new development. The next thing was contacting his partner on his home world.

Meanwhile, on Azeroth, Nelth and Jafar had settled down at the Earthen city of Dornogal after dealing with other threats around the area. Nelth sat going through messages on a tablet device that were mostly from expedition leaders. He was about to respond to one when Vigos had called him. “What is it?” Nel answered as he heard Jafar grumble out “I swear he has the worst timing”

Nel briefly responded “it could have been worse, it could have been in the middle of dealing with the Goliath sized bugs underground” before moving to a more secluded area within the inn to hear better. Afterwards, Nel returned to the table they were sitting at and spoke “I have good news… and bad news”

Jafar looked less amused at the mention of bad news “what is the bad news?”

“That part would make less sense without the good news first..” Nel smirked

“Fine… what is this good news?”

“Vigos may have just found your former reality and home”

“How is that supposed to be good news? What is the bad news?” Jafar huffed taking a drink of the ale of the city which he’d grown fond of.

“Vigos says that the seven kingdoms including your former residence, might be stuck in our reality” Nelth answered “and he says judging by the time period they were in, there’s going to be a lot of help needed to get them on par with the rest of the world.”

“There isn’t going to be enough liquor to deal with all of them, or old enemies” he grumbled again resting his head in folded arms on the table.

“My dear, Jay, I honestly doubt anyone will even recognize you even if you strolled in the middle of the streets. Not with all the long dreadlocks and such” Nel running his own hand through their similar style hair and grown out and decorated beards. “My guess is that you’d be the last person they’d expect to return to the kingdom, and the least of their problems if anything happens” Nelth motioned for them to head back to Whyoya to see what Vigos had in mind as far as making contact with their new guests.

Vigos and Mungull were busy with getting an idea of how to renovate the kingdoms when Nel and Jafar came to the command bridge of Whyoya. Jafar took in the sight of the place he once called home, but noticed more of how the rest of the kingdom looked worse off than before his demise. “You’d think with the power of a genie in their circle, they would have fixed up the damn city.” He stood with arms crossed in disbelief.

Mungull commented “I’m more of curious as to how the palace stands under the weight of all that metal, plus the heat making it expand probably doing a number on structural integrity. I wonder if the dude prays daily for it to not crush everything inside.”

Nel looked at the palace and asked “naa I want to know how the hell do they clean the bulbs in the heat.”

Vigos looked over at Jafar knowing many years ago he promised that if he found the place that he’d see to it be revamped. “Still want us to give the people a better kingdom?”

Jafar was quiet at first but had to wipe away tears as it was something he wanted but lost sight of with hunger for power. “They deserve better than the conditions they are living in currently. Something tells me they are going to find out that they are in a whole new era with all the air crafts passing overhead, and will want to know more”

“We will get the people there up to speed with the rest, though more capable linguistic skills will be needed including yourself. Personnel will have translation devices, but first hand knowledge is still better.” Vigos assured Jafar he’d have assistance for questions.

“Me? Returning to Agrabah? But what if -“

“We doubt you’d be recognized unless you set yourself up to be recognized wearing things of that culture again. How you are now, should be fine to enter the place. If you are that concerned, you could stay with the drop ship crew for bringing down construction materials, or even the pilot crew that will take those who are willing to relocate to our palace while renovating.” There was a pause before adding “eventually… they will have to learn of your existence” Vigos had prepared to get a smaller ship ready to travel to Agrabah to meet with the leaders into the new reality.

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ALADDIN (1992) Dir. Ron Clements & John Musker

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Both of them had really awful experiences with him, but they would probably still need to do official business with him. Talk about awkward!