Aladdin was out, riding Carpet around Agrabah. His weekly checks around the kingdom had become routine. He checked in the Market Place, the desert around Agrabah, and visited his old home. Every single week. Part of being Sultan meant making sure there was a level of peace in the kingdom. His checks were usually routine with talks to the local vendors, picking up fresh fruit and flowers for Jasmine and Layla, and just letting the people know that he was there if they needed him. While making his rounds near the outer desert, Aladdin noticed something unusual in the distance. With him flying close to the ground, something shot passed his head, then again, then again. Whatever it was, it was large, black, and moving around at the speed of light. Carpet did his best to fly higher and higher, all while weaving out of the objects way. Aladdin headed back toward Agrabah, but realizing that the object was following him, he turned to head out further into the desert. He couldn’t lead whatever this was back home with him. He pushed Carpet harder and harder to out fly the object, but suddenly, everything was black. Aladdin felt himself falling from Carpet and the last thing he remembered was how hot the sand felt against his back.
Waking up, Aladdin saw a bright blue sky above him. Looking to his left, he saw what appeared to be a balcony. Looking to his right, he saw inside of a room, scattered with a child’s toys. He sat up, his head pounding. Suddenly, a beautiful woman came running up to him, sitting beside him on the floor. “Aladdin, are you okay? You’ve been gone for almost an entire day! Carpet just brought you back and you were passed out. What happened?!” He just stared at her. What was it she was going on about? And where was he? “What are you talking about? Where am I?” The last thing he remembered doing was stealing a loaf of bread from the Market and running from the guards as usual. Had they finally caught him and brought him back to the palace? Why wasn’t he in the dungeons? Who was this woman sitting here? A nurse? He examined his arms quickly, feeling his forehead and down his torso to see if anything was cut or broken. Nothing. Everything was perfectly in tact. So what exactly was he doing here?
Surprisingly, things had been pretty quiet around Agrabah lately. Usually there was always some form of monster wreaking havoc around the kingdom, whether it be a dastardly villain, or an actual sand monster. Nothing could surprise the royal family anymore; they were always ready to take down anything coming their way. It was almost a time of peace in the kingdom. Sure there were still people stealing from vendors for food, but even they didn’t have to, after the new laws the couple had set in to help the homeless. Crime was at it’s all time low, and it couldn’t have come any sooner.
Jasmine’s day was just like any other day so far. She awoke with her husband in the early morning to see him off on his duties, then after breakfast her daughter, it was time to take Layla to her preschool classes. It was in this short time alone that Jasmine prospered. Of course she loved her family and her kingdom, but all the work that had to be done before officially becoming queen was taking quite a toll on her. She was no longer that 18 year old girl with the only problem on her shoulders being finding someone to marry, no. Jasmine was now feeling the entire weight of the kingdom on her shoulders, with the coronation ceremony being just a few months away. Soon, she and Aladdin would be the official and only rulers of Agrabah, their daughter Layla being the heir. That was a another thing too, being able to say that. Even though it had been 3 years since Hades had had rid the curse of their baby girl, it was still something the mother thought about every day. It was a blessing to know that she’d be able to watch her daughter grow up and become a queen herself. That was something she always wanted, since losing her own mother.
Just as her day off was coming to a close, there was news of Aladdin being found in the middle of the desert. Without a second thought Jasmine rushed to their bedroom, where she was told that she couldn’t see him yet. Of course, being the strong willed woman she was, that was not happening. She pushed her way past the nurse and ran up to his bedside just as he came to. “Aladdin, you’re home, thank goodness!” she ran her hand along his cheek. “Are you alright? What happened?”
Once they were on Carpet, he took her to a garden that they hadn’t visited since the night that they fell in love. Once inside the gazebo in the middle of the lake, he led her to a bench and took her hand. “Jasmine… You know I love you and Layla, right? That I would do anything for you both?” He looked at her, eyes wide and full of fear. He was scared of how she would react or how she would take this. Would she finally tell him to leave? She just nodded her head in response, as if she was unsure if she wanted the conversation to continue. “Well… I got a note today. It said ‘You may think you came out of thin air, but your father knows better than that’. At first, I thought it meant the Sultan, my Father-in-law. But I asked him… Jasmine. I think it means my real father. That he is alive somewhere.” He looked at her face as she registered what he was saying. She looked shocked to say the least, but more than anything he hoped that she would be okay with this. That he may have a father and he may want to find him. “Do you… what do you think? Do you think that this is real? Or is someone just trying to lead us on a wild goose chase for a man that has been dead for years?” Aladdin let the thought wash over him. He was so busy thinking of finding his father that he never considered the fact that it might be fake. That there might not even be a father. This hurt Aladdin, because if it was fake that meant that he would never, ever have one.
Upon arriving to the gazebo, Jasmine couldn’t help but feel butterflies return to her stomach. It had been years since they’d been in this area, but it still felt like it did the first night the came.
When the news came, it wasn’t as bad as she thought it’d be, but still.Was Aladdin’s father alive? She hoped for his sake that he was, every man needs his father, but that would mean him having to leave… “Aladdin, You showed me the world when I was all locked up inside. You reached out your hand and took me on a magic carpet ride.” An endearing smile grew up on Jasmine’s lips as he grabbed his hand. “One look at your smile, and I could see the light shining everywhere. People like you don’t come out of thin air.”
At the beginning of the month last month I was moving, so there was inactivity because of that, and then I also got the flu. A week later school started, and thennn Mama and I made Disney Island. I’ll be honest, I’ve been kind of focusing all my attention there, and I feel super bad for that :( AND THENNNN both Aladdin and I got sick, and since I’m the Jasmine to her Aladdin and also the Kovu to her Kiara, there was really no point for me to come online, because we were both so sick. Actually, I’m still sick ><
Again, I feel really bad for not being online. But now since we’re paraing again, we’re planning on being online more often :]
Aladdin stood leaning against the smooth frame that shaped what was the door to Jasmine’s room. His room. Their room. Things had been going so well. Every now and again they would fight over something silly, like what time Layla should go to bed, or if they could sneak away to have a few minutes alone. He looked at her sitting on her vanity, brushing her hair, humming into the mirror. He was sure that no matter how much time had passed, she would still be beautiful to him. More than that. So, he was sitting here watching her be as peaceful as ever, dreading telling her the news. The news that he had been contacted again. Not in a threatening way, but in a way that scared him beyond belief. The note had simply said ‘You may think you came out of thin air. Your father knows better than that’. When he first read it, he was confused. His father? He didn’t even remember his father. Was it a riddle? Did they mean the Sultan? He showed it to him, and he just shook his head. “I don’t know what it means Aladdin. You know you should tell Jasmine as soon as possible though.” He paced around for bit after that, before settling here at the door. She finally turned around, seeing him and smiling. “How long have you been standing there?” He smiled at her. “Not long enough. Let’s go for a ride. We need to talk.”
With Layla getting older, she was also becoming a lot more to handle, now being almost two years old. So needless to say, it had been a long day. The couple finally thought they were done potty training their daughter, but for some reason she kept wetting herself, but that was parenthood, right? Jasmine’s life was definitely far from perfect, but with Aladdin every day was sure an adventure.
After finally putting the baby down, she decided it was time to wind down and get ready for bed. Despite the hectic day, Jasmine was still content with how her life was playing out. She brushed her hair, humming she and Aladdin’s song as she did every night, thinking about how lucky she really was. She wasn’t surprised when she spotted Aladdin watching her, he tended to that once in a while, but when he said they needed to talk, she wasn’t sure how to react. They were married with a child, so it couldn’t be too bad, right?