Fanfic: Jafar in the Desert Lands

    “Well isn’t this a familiar sight,” says Jafar appearing from a black portal and standing on a sand dune overlooking a nearby kingdom.

 

    “So,” he continues, “I am expected to conquer this place as I did back home? Hmm, no problem.”

 

    With a wave of his staff and a red electric glow of mist like energy the sands around him come to life forming into an army of skeletons.

 

    “Now!” orders Jafar, “make an example of this kingdom, kill all who do not flee the main street to the palace and topple the palace walls!”

 

    The skeletons take two steps before stopping and crumbling to dust.

 

    “What?” yells out Jafar.

 

 

   “So where did you come from?” asks a man Jafar had not sensed. A man in thick black robes, and an oversized hood adorned with the Eye of Horus symbol.

 

   “Who are you to address me?” says Jafar.

 

   “Oh?” says the man, “I am Aziz, they call me the Wizard of the Waste.”

 

   He paces a little, “I saw you…I saw you arrive through that portal sorcerer. Oh yes, a very interesting transporter spell my friend. However you look like you want to start a fight with this here kingdom, but I think you messed up your transporter spell my friend, for you must think this is a different city than it is, for you to use skeletons here.”

 

   Jafar rubs his cobra staff the eyes swirling, “tell me what you mean.”

 

   “You don’t need to try and hypnotize me,” says Aziz, “won’t work anyhow, I am a Necromancer, also same reason your skeletons failed is the same reason you should also know you can’t hypnotize anyone down in that city.”

 

    “My aren’t you forthcoming,” says Jafar.

 

    “I am an enemy of this kingdom,” says Aziz, “but you should know this is the capital city of the Dead Man…calls himself that, so you can guess he is also a powerful Necromancer…the people here, by virtue of being born here, are destined to become part of his army upon death, therefore their minds are already stained black with his magic, no psychomantic spells can get through.”

 

     Their talk is interrupted by the sand exploding around them, an army of mummified animate corpses rises.

 

    “I may be their enemy,” says Aziz, “but I am no fool”

 

    His smile glows in the darkness of his hood as he fades away like a ghost upon the encroachment of the surrounding zombie horde.

 

   “Fools!” yells out Jafar, “I am the world’s most powerful sorcerer!”

 

   Spinning red electric mist destroys the desert zombies as the flames also come over Jafar. The flames rise higher and higher, emerging like a beast of hell Jafar appears in the form of a giant red cobra.

 

    “Now then,” says Jafar in his snake voice, “for…”

 

    *Fwooosh!*

 

   A massive green beam comes from the direction of the city and blasts over Jafar’s head. When the blast clears all that remains is the skull of the cobra, which falls down dead. Quickly the flesh rots away leaving only bone. From a distance one may think the bones are also rotting away; however upon closer inspection one would see the hands of desert zombies dragging the skeletal remains into the dunes. Miles away, across the streets of the city, up the palace walls, sticking out of a lone window in a lone tower is a hand of rotted green flesh and bones sticking out on some fingers, others with long nasty fingernails rotted yellow and cracked. Green sparks dance between the fingers, destroying flesh, which grows back, yet still looks rotted. Inside in the impossibly darkened room for the sunlight outside a pair of yellow eyes flash, looking in the direction Jafar had been moments before.