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Return of Jafar - Rewrite (Intro/Teaser)

“Oh I’ve come to this land, to this magical place, to where caravan camels roam…” The breeze passing over the vast desert dunes joined in like a shushed chorus as the man sung into the night. “Where they cut off your ear if they don’t like your face, it’s barbaric and I love it so.”

The man was dressed in a drab washed-out gray shirt and pants combo with a far-too-small blue jacket for the slightest amount of color. He smiled warmly, drawing attention, and confusion, from the scruffy bandits huddled over a small dying fire.

“Frigid winds from the east, burning sun in the west, bag of gems I just stole held tight.” Despite the man’s short and largely overweight nature, he didn’t slow or falter as he marched up the hill towards a single sun-bleached tent. “Come on down, stop on by, steal a camel and ride… to another Arabian Niiiiiiight!”

He stopped to scratch under the chin of a two-humped camel laying down. “Let’s do this.”

The short scruffy man threw open the worn-out cloth doors and stomped inside. There were two people inside: an tall African man in an off-white robe with a blue-green shawl and a teenage girl, dressed in fine pink satin, gagged and tied to the tent’s center pole. The African man hid a grimace and put away his sword.

“Sooooo, what have we got here?” The singing man huffed, hands on hips.

The guard rolled his eyes. “This is the Zudanian princess.” He waved to the girl. “Remember? The one you said had to be the ‘Diamond in the Rough’ from the Cave of Wonder legend because she comes from ‘Zudan: The Land of Diamonds’?”

“Right, right, right.” The short man waved the taller man’s words away. “Well, I’ve decided I don’t wanna wait anymore. So untie the princess and let’s get moving.”

“Haroud!” The canvas curtain doors flew open again and an equally short, fat man stomped in. “I’ve decided I don’t wanna wait anymore! So untie the princess and--” The fat man blinked. There was an exact copy of him standing in front of him.

The first fat man snorted before speaking, “Well, one of us is going to have to change.”

The second fat man looked down at his clothes, “But I woke up like this.”

“Yes,” The first man smiled with a condescending and now-feminine-sounding voice “and we’re all very sorry for you.”

Haroud drew his sword and grabbed the first man. The man’s appearance shuddered and collapsed in a plume of dust. In the man’s place was a woman, 30s with a deep tan, in a pale-gold flowing robe with a bright green body-length scarf pinned around her neck by a stoney medallion.

Haroud gasped. “You! The nomad!”

“Wait a minute…” The short man spoke as slowly as his brain was working. “I know you! You’re that freaky magic lady I ran outta Shiabad!”

The woman rolled her eyes. “No, Abis Mal, I’m the freaky magic lady that branded your left buttcheek with a hot iron… and then ran YOU out of Shiabad.” She huffed hard, spitting a plume of black smoke in Haroud’s face before running to the princess. In a flash, a dagger cut the ropes and the two women ran out of the tent.

“Hey wait!” Abis Mal threw open the tent door to follow and got kicked in the gut by a camel.

“Stop them!” Haroud shouted “She’s stealing the princess!”

“We… stole her…. First!” Abis Mal choked out before collapsing.

The older woman heaved the princess onto the camel’s back and grabbed the reins. She got yanked back by her scarf. “You thought it would be that easy, woman?” Haroud sneered.

A cobra lashed out from under the green scarf with a hiss and the man jumped back with a yelp. “Thanks, Mitr.” The woman sighed before jumping on the camel. “YAH!

The princess clutched to the galloping camel’s back, clinging to the odd tied rope and rolled up carpets that made something of a flat surface between the camel’s humps. She wasn’t supposed to be here. The noise of the various kinds of junk this beast was hauling made her gentle heart race even harder. She dared to look behind them. Men in the night were mounting horses. “They’re coming!” she yelled at the older woman.

“They’re not the problem!” The woman answered. The camel veered and started stomping down a steep dune diagonally. “The problem is I don’t have the supplies to get you back to Zudan from here. Anywhere close that would know you?”

The princess's hands shook from the bumpy ride. “I’m sorry! I don’t know where I am!” The girl shrieked as the camel shifted to flatter land, barely managing to not fail by finding a foothold on some rod tied to the side. "All the sand looks the same!"

The nomad rolled her eyes. “Then just start naming places you know you’ll be safe!”

A shrill neigh made both women look up. Several men on horseback crested the high desert dune and started charging straight down. The nomad huffed. She put a hand over the stony medallion on her shoulder and held the other hand out. The hidden rune on the stone surface glowed. A lane of sand on the dune brightened up and in an instant started running straight down as if it was water.

The horses cried out as their footing slipped, sending their riders tumbling down. The woman clutched the medallion and a whirling of sand wrapped around a pure black horse and righted it back to its feet. The horse was brought to a stop at the bottom by the dune, rearing as the sorceress took its reins. “You. Get on!” She nodded towards the horse. The princess nervously let go and managed to climb onto the horse properly with some decorum.

“Allied nations! Go!” The woman barked, snapping her camel’s reins.

The princess gently kicked her horse to follow. “Um… Corkistan… Odiferous… Shiabab, Agra--”

“Shiabab’s closest.”

The women turned sharply and went west. Under the dim lighting of the moon, rocky walls slowly came into view. “We’re going to get trapped against that mountain!”

“It’s not a mountain.” The older woman stated.

Coming even closer, a cave with two carved camel statues on either side quickly arrived and was passed by the women. The flooring was smooth and slowly ramped downward. The walls were clearly carved out but centuries of standing against desert winds left almost every intricate detail lost to time.

The moonlight welcomed the two ladies from the tunnel. The younger woman looked around, towering faintly red stone as far as the eye could see “A canyon?” The princess asked. “But why?”

“Crossroad Canyon, bubbie. You can get anywhere in the Seven Deserts from here.” The older woman turned her camel to the left.

Clattering from the tunnel. A lot of somethings with hooves were rapidly approaching. “They’re coming!”

“We’re going.”

Up the canyon, til they passed a star-shaped shadow; the shadow of a sculpture erected high at the very beginning of the massive chasm. The horse and camel tore through another cave opening, this time, charging up a ramp that was actually lit up with wall torches.

“This way!” A man bellowed.

“They’re gaining!” The princess cried.

“I know, they’re not being quiet!”

The two women broke out of the tunnel in full dash, returning to cold air and shifting sands. The nomad halted her camel and got off. The princess stopped her horse. “What are you doing?”

The older woman untied a pouch and a satchel and tossed them to the princess. “These are all the supplies I got. They’ll get you to Shiabab.”

“... but…”

The sorceress slid a long rod out of her pack and ran her hand over the top. The statue of a sleeping cobra coiled around the top of the staff shined in the moonlight. She walked back towards where they came. “I’ll hold them off. Just go straight from here and you’ll be in Shiabab soon enough.”

The princess turned her horse around. “Please, madam. Whoever you are, I must know your name so I may tell my people of my savior.”

The older woman stopped. “I hold no family name as my own. Nor any nation as my home. I am only a nomad of the sand.”

The princess held back her forming tears. “Brave Nomad. You will never be forgotten for your deeds today. That I promise. My people will--”

“I’m just fighting off bandits, bubbie” The nomad looked back, arms motioning widely. “This is not a special occasion for me. It’s important to me that you know that.”

The princess sputtered. “Well… I’m not used to this!”

“Just go already, Kid!”

The princess took a deep breath before kicking her horse again, disappearing over an endless sea of dunes into the night.

“Remember: just go STRAIGHT!” The nomad yelled. She watched as the trail of sand kicked up by the princess settled. “Balavaan, give me room.” The camel groaned before turning around and moving off to the side. She put both hands up. The horses were getting closer. Left hand on the stone medallion. Right hand holding the staff. The medallion lit up. The nomad closed her eyes. The galloping was getting louder.

She brought the staff close to the medallion and the snake’s eyes opened, glowing a bright yellow, its mouth opening slightly. The glow of the medallion drifted away from the stone and into the staff. She pulled the staff away and took it in both hands. As the bandits reached the top of the dune, she thrust it into the sands.

The ground shifted and the sands started swirling before the woman. As the men got close the sands were churning like a whirlpool, circling and swirling into a deepening void beneath the surface. The horde stopped before the sight, but the sands crept closer. Horses reared in fright but before they could turn, the sands slipped from under them and they, and their rider fell into the sandy tide.

The Nomad’s camel whined and backed away. Soon the tide pulled the sand from under the staff and the Nomad fell. The woman turned onto her stomach and her feet got pulled under. “Balavaan!” The beast bellowed and stuck its neck out towards his master. The sand sucked down the nomad’s legs. The edge of the whirling sands expanded and the land started falling away from the camel’s feet. The camel gave a panicked gargle and backed up. “BALAVAAN!”

The sand was up to her waist. She saw her camel hop onto a rock pile and bellow out to her again. The pressure by her feet changed. It was… lighter. It had to be… The nomad took a deep breath before pulling her scarf over her mouth and nose and pushing herself down.

Beneath the sands, she could barely make out muffled yelling, panicking motions pushing through the waves. The pressure got lighter, lighter, lighter before giving way. The yelling of the men rang clear as everyone fell through the ceiling in a cloud of sand. The nomad watched as the men beneath her crashed into the edge of a high cliff before tumbling silently into the blackness below. She hit the ridge squarely in the center.

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The princess pulled back on the reins and looked out into the night. Nothing. No noise, no movement. She sighed and took a sip from the pouch the woman gave her. Just go straight. Just go straight. Just--

“Hiya!”

The princess let out a scream and covered her head.

“Whoa whoa whoa, relax. I’m friendly.” The young man continued.

The princess looked around. No one.

“Up here.”

The princess looked up. The young man was on a flying purple carpet. A small skinny monkey popped its head over the edge of the carpet and tipped its tiny fez with a squawk.

“Are you Princess Dia’mah?”

The princess shrunk nervously. “Tell me who you are first.”

“I’m Aladdin.” The young man’s carpet lowered to the princess’s level. “This is Carpet… the carpet.” The flying rug’s tassel made a small polite wave. “And this is Abu.” The monkey let out a little squeak that sounded very close to ‘hello’. “Now your turn.”

“I am Princess Dia’mah.” The girl answered shyly. “I’m supposed to go to Shiabab.”

“Shiabab?” Aladdin asked. “Don’t you wanna go back to Zudan?”

“The… lady that saved me said it was too far to go straight to Zudan. But the Sultan of Shiabab will know me. He’ll see me home safely.”

“Lady?”

The princess looked behind her. She couldn’t see anything in the dark of the night. “A… nomadic woman saved me. She even gave me all her supplies to make sure I made it. Now, I worry she’ll meet her end out here because of me.”

Aladdin gave a smile and reached out to the princess. “Listen, I know Nomads seem weird to city people like us, but they know their stuff. They wouldn’t give up their supplies unless they were sure they could reach the next oasis on their own. The woman will be fine. Now, come on, I'll help get you to Shiabab.” The carpet started flying forward. ”If we’re fast, we might be able to get there before the sun gets too high.”

The princess took one last look behind her. Nothing. She sighed and flicked the reins.

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Silence. The waves of water far below fell still a while ago, the bodies they claimed decidedly sunk to the bottom. The only sound was a scaley body running over fabric and dirt.

The cobra stood up, tongue flicking. This wasn’t working. Mitr ran his long black-and-gold body under the woman’s nose. Nothing. He grabbed the woman’s messy barely-even-still-tied ponytail in his mouth and shook as hard as he could. Nothing. He gave a loud long hiss in her ear. Nothing. Ok, time for The Big No-No. The cobra stood tall and opened his mouth wide. He pulled his long fangs in so they stayed pointed towards his throat and lunged at the lady. He bit her nose bluntly and put as much pressure as he could on it.

The woman groaned softly. The snake quickly pulled off the woman and lowered to her level. Slowly the nomad pulled her hands closer and pushed herself upright. Her eyes opened slowly. “Hey buddy,” she said weakly. She held out her hand and the serpent gladly ran itself up her arm. “Did I scare you? I’m sorry.”

She leaned towards her staff, flinching as a wave of pain ran through her upper body. “Lovely…” She pushed through and used the staff to stand up. She gave Mitr a gentle nuzzle before letting the snake vanish under the folds of her scarf. “Now… where’d I almost die this time.”

There wasn’t much to look at. Big cave. Very dark. Cold but it was the desert in the middle of the night which, frankly, was the most normal thing going on at this point. The ceiling was made of sand, any trace of the sorceress’s disruption on the surface now long gone.

The stone pillars trailed downward towards the water’s edge where the nomad could see a faint light in the distance. The intricately carved entrance-way led to a vast room, bright and glittering with mounds upon mounds of gold in every imaginable form. Pots, plates, coins, bars, statues, even gateways several stories high that stood without walls on any side.

The snake of the woman’s staff gave a metallic hiss and its eyes opened with a deep dangerous red glow. The woman looked. She passed the snake so it stared at a smaller mound of gold. The red glow intensified. She pulled it away and pointed it to the bare ground. The red faded somewhat. “Oh this gold is Cursed cursed.” She chuckled. Her eyes went wide with a gasp. “Which means there must be something REALLY good in the back!”

The cobra poked its head out with a quick hiss.

“You hush. I’m the one with legs and I say we go that way!” She waved her staff towards the thin trail weaving around the gold and quickened her pace.

The mounds of cursed treasure were soon replaced by twisted pillars of stone that formed a maze in the near total darkness. The staff’s eye’s changed from red to yellow. The woman followed where the glow was most focused and slipped through a rough looking crack in the wall.

This new room was nothing less than massive, so much so that most sultans palaces would easily fit inside. Before her was a small trail of stones poking out of perfectly still waters, leading to a grand incline where the tiniest red light flickered. “Yeesh, did the egyptians make this?” The woman grumbled “What’s with all the steps? I already got past the cursed part.”

She looked away in annoyance and glanced upon a large golden grinning gorilla statue, clutching a ruby the size of a watermelon. “Well, THAT’S not bait.” She announced sarcastically. She jokingly flipped up her satchel’s cover. “Guess I better grab that and--”

The cobra shot out of the scarf, hood wide open, and gave a loud hiss.

“Mitr.” She smiled. “Relax. You’ll live longer.” She dropped her bag cover and jumped to the stepping stones. Across the water and up the rocky stairs, the air getting colder and colder as she ascended. The final few steps and the woman let a grin grow on her face in anticipation.

Finally, the prize stood before her. On the smooth stone pedestal, a pure black oil lamp burning with a tiny yellow flame from what the nomad would call a ‘regally upturned nose’ of a spout, its handle reminding her of a spoiled Roman nobel’s pursed lips.

“Great Shiva…” She gasped. The staff snake’s eyes turned white and the mouth opened wide. The woman hesitated before inching the staff closer. The staff started pulling tiny embers into its mouth, not just from the lamp’s flame but its body as well. That didn’t seem like a good thing. She snapped the staff’s mouth closed and hooked the head so it hung from her satchel safely.

Mitr hissed, brushing his body against his owner’s chin.

She rubbed her hands together and tenderly picked up the lamp. She looked carefully at the engravings on the lamp’s foot. Intricate curves and strokes that felt like every letter of a different language rolled into a single form. In a blink, the swirls changed shape and order. “Djinn-speak. It’s real!” She carefully put her hand under the spout as if supporting a newborn’s head. Her heart surged, finger’s dancing on the cold brass surface. “Let’s do this.”

Mitr gave another loud objection, slinking down the woman’s arms and blocking the lamp with his hood.

“Look, if you were stuck in a lamp, wouldn’t you want someone to at least let you out so you can stretch and get some air?”

The cobra huffed and slowly lowered his head.

“Yes, yes you would. Now, hush.”

The nomad smiled and snuffed out the small flame with a stiff blow. Her eager grin returned as she slowly rubbed the lamp under the spout. The warm gray smoke where the flame had been shifted into a bright red that surged with heat and embers. The woman clutched the shuddering lamp and the smoke trail grew into a towering plume many times the woman’s size.

Her broad smile only faltered as a deep and devious maniacal laughter started filling the room.

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Author's note: I've had the idea to rewrite Return of Jafar since... well, since I first sat down and watched Return of Jafar and this little segment is to gauge if anyone would be interested in the fully story. It's been too long since I wrote anything and this hyperfixation's gotta be good for SOMETHING.

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(Part 2)

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onesentencemusings · 16 days ago

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Return of Jafar - Rewrite (Pt 4)

(Part 1)

“Are… Are you sure this way is safe?”

Aladdin looked back at the young princess. “Yeah, why?”

The bandit horse couldn’t be less perturbed but the tiny young princess riding it was nervously looking at the flat heat-baked ground. “There’s so many cracks around here. Like the land will fall apart under us at any moment.”

“It won’t fall apart.” Aladdin chuckled. “The only danger in the Cracked Plateaus comes during the day. It gets so hot out here, even camels barely stand it.”

“What?” Princess Dia’mah looked behind her. “But the nomad said this path was safe.”

“It is!” Aladdin pulled back on the flying carpet’s rim and floated to the girl’s side. “See, this place gets so bad during the day that bandits never camp or stake-out on the Plateau. It’s actually one of the safest places to travel at night.”

“Does that mean you come this way often?”

“No, but someone I knew a long time ago did.” Aladdin sat back on Carpet. “Told me all sorts of little secrets of the desert like that.” He looked out into the night. The shimmering moonlight on the dune, cresting like ocean waves frozen in time. The gentle winds stirring the grains of sand on the surface. After a moment, Abu jumped out of Aladdin’s lap and climbed his shoulder to see what his partner was looking at. Nothing but the horizon. “They traveled this desert long before I was even born,” He chuckled. “And I’ll probably need to spend the rest of my life traveling to see as much as they have.” Especially since it wouldn’t be long until…

“Can there really be that much to see out here?”

Aladdin looked at the princess. The desert started to light up. “Wow, see for yourself.”

The princess turned her horse around and gasped. A massive comet in the cloudless night, bright red as a roaring fire, sky streaked off farther and farther into the distance. “Goodness!”

“Wheow.” Abu squeaked.

Dia’mah watched until the faintest hint of light faded from sight. All the tutors and teachers that got paraded into her palace chambers her whole life to educate her never spoke of such a sight. Then again, she had never heard of nomads coming to the rescue of outsiders nor flying carpets, ‘Cave of Wonders’ or diamonds in the rough. The more she thought, the less anything she’d gone through today was like anything she had ever known. “I need to get out more.”

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Nearly there. Nearly there. Having to carry a camel, a cobra and a dirty drifter was hardly any price for getting what he wanted. Agrabah. And he would have it. All of it. The bondages of slavery wouldn’t stop him. The petty laws of genie magic could be circumvented.

“Hey!”

Jafar glanced down at the woman and rolled his eyes. She’d be a stubborn thing, that was certain. What was the world coming to that women like her and that insufferable Princess Jasmine seemed to be cropping up everywhere he looked? Just focus. Get to Agrabah. Find someone to kill Aladdin. Make the woman wish him free.

“Gods above.”

Jafar glanced down again. The woman had climbed out of his grip and now stood in the crook of his arm. He felt only the slightest amount of force as she pushed her hand into his skin. Jafar smirked. She was admiring him. As one should, of course. After her brief pause, the woman climbed up and reached Jafar’s shoulder. She grabbed his long golden earring. “Hi, remember me?”

“Should I?” Jafar smirked, hearing her groan.

“You’re taking me to a port town, aren’t you?”

Jafar gave her a look. How did she…?

“Air by water just feels different from desert air and big bodies of water plus ‘city’ equals port town.” The woman laughed before continuing. “I usually try to avoid port towns, for the record. Ever since I got stuck in one for years, I can’t stand them anymore. Had to leave the whole Seven Deserts for five years just to recover… from…”

Before the city could crest above the dunes in the night, a towering palace rose into view; a grand white marble monument to decadence topped with massive golden domes on every tower and corner of heavily guarded fortress walls.

“Agrabaaaaaah!” The woman cried. Jafar felt a slight force from the woman kicking him in the neck. “You jerk! You did this on purpose! This is for the ‘Master’ thing, isn’t it?”

“Perhaps.” Jafar lied.

“Fine. I can still work with this.” The woman leaned forward, still holding onto the genie’s earring. “Set us down, gently, somewhere in the middle of the city. I know a place I can stay the night.”

Jafar just gave the woman a look. Just get to the palace. Then… make up something. Lay low, keep the woman busy and think of a way to have someone kill Aladdin. The woman was yelling and pointing at the palace. The guards. Razoul. That uncouth dog of a man hardly needed a reason to end a life before. More yelling. As for the other guards, Jafar could make more gold than any man could ever dream of now. They would obey willingly enough. A loud disgusted groan. Nothing would get between him and revenge.

Jafar slammed to a stop, his cuffs hitting the arbitrary invisible wall yet again. The woman jumped off and held tight to her staff. A white light ran down its length and a small whirlwind rushed into existence around her. The vortex caught the falling camel and slowed him just enough before tossing him onto a flat rooftop.

“What?!” Jafar looked down to see the woman attending to her camel. Wait, something shiny on the roof. His lamp! The genie quickly dove down and reached for his prison. The sand littering the roof swirled into a streak of dust and pulled the lamp away across the roof until it was caught by the handle with the butt end of a staff. Jafar growled. “What do you think you’re doing, woman?”

The nomad lifted the black lamp up with her staff and grabbed it with her free hand. “I think I just saved all our lives, you moron! You were heading for the palace! Do you have any idea what kind of danger you almost got us into, IDIOT?!”

“Don’t you dare take that tone with me!”

Iago landed on a barrel behind the woman and started making a cutting motion across his neck. “Cut it out! Cut it out! We. Had. Her. On. Our. Side.”

“Y-you don’t understand how bad that almost was!” The woman was breathing heavily. “We… we coulda… Coulda--!”The woman paced back and forth. “We-- no, no, no, no, no, Gotta go, keep moving, keep moving.” She stopped and turned to the genie. “In the lamp, now!”

“No.” Saying that word sent a highly unpleasant sensation through Jafar’s cuffs. He clawed into the metal bands and continued. “I may be forced to grant wishes but I will not--!”

The woman hooked her staff into her satchel and put her freed hand just above the lamp. A faint red mist formed on the surface of the lamp, thin and delicate that started gently twisting around her fingers. An invisible web of warmth formed. Her fingers danced on the magic threads like harp strings.

Jafar felt gentle stroking on his back, like the brushing of a feather fan on his skin. “What are you doing…” The genie growled.

The web of warmth solidified into a pocket of heat, a plate of energy on either side of the lamp. She stuck her thumb and pinky on the hidden plates. Jafar gasped. Nothing around him, and yet he felt as though something was grabbing him. The woman put her middle finger on the lamp spout. Something pushed down on Jafar’s neck.

She pulled her fingers up, dragging the heat with them. Jafar’s gold bands rose into the air like he was being hung by his arms. The woman moved her hand forward, leading the red mist towards Jafar. The mist connected to the plume that made up the genie’s lower half. The woman made a fist and threw her hand back.

Jafar was yanked forward very forcefully. The black lamp shuttered and the genie’s body started shifting into more of the cloud, with the last of him quickly vanishing inside the lamp “Iago!”

Iago let out a gasp before covering his beak. No people-talking to others. He cleared his throat and took off for the woman. “Uh, The lamp! Rub the lamp!”

“Om Namah Shivay, Om Namah Shivay.” The woman pushed past Iago and walked to the half wall lining the rooftop. “Om Namah Shivay, Om Namah Shivay. Om Tat Purushaya Vidmahe Mahadevaya Dhimahi Tanno Rudra Prachodayat.”

“Rub… the… uh…” Iago landed on the short wall. The woman had a thousand mile stare. Whatever, just get the lamp and go. Iago stepped over the woman’s shaking hands and stuck his head under her green half-cape. The black lamp shifted about slightly as it hung from her satchel; a pale show of its prisoner’s fury. Iago reached out and grabbed the handle with his beak.

The woman was pulled back, Iago dragged off the wall with her. The parrot fumbled to get a grip on the lamp but his beak slipped off the smooth brass handle and he hit the floor. With a grumble, he got to his feet, shook himself off and looked up.

The camel let go of the scarf in his mouth and wrapped his long neck around his rider. The woman bumped into her mount’s tall steady shoulder and blinked out of her ridgid state. She looked, smiled and put her head against the side of the camel’s. “Thank you, Balavaan.” The cobra slithered part-way up the camel’s neck and stretched out towards the woman. “You too, Mitr.” The snake quickly weaved up the woman’s arm and took his place around her neck. “As for you, Iago…”

Iago flinched from force of habit. No, wait. She didn’t know his secret. He couldn’t be in actual trouble. Iago quietly cleared his throat and flapped his wing as he bounced on his toes. “Iago! Iago!” he squawked.

The woman bent down and held her hand out for the bird. “Let’s get out of the cold.”

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Author's Note: I know it's kinda short but I got sick twice over the holidays and I just wanna put something out.

(Part 3)

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