Jasmine

Arabian Nights | Aladdin OST

Meg looked to her new friend. “Are you at all familiar with Greek culture or religion?” She asked. IT was obvious Jasmine wasn’t familiar with it, but she felt like she should ask to be polite. “Hades is a god. He is the God of the Underworld. Ruler of the Dead. It is not good that he is a part of this.”

Jasmine blinked at the other woman, slightly confused and trying to rattler her brain. “I have heard stories,” she admits slowly, wishing she had spent more time learning the religions of other countries. Something she would need to fix if...when they got out of this mess. The princess had never visited Greece outside her first trip on Carpet that magical night. “Myths. At least from what I understood. Clearly I am wrong.”

Sighing, she looks around their prison. “Ruler of the dead. Explains his connection to Jafar. Some how that jackal finds a way back into my life and cause trouble. They must have struck some sort of deal.” Dark eyes turn to Meg, questioning. “How are you connected to all this?”

“Well soooorrryyy.” Charming replied, sticking his tongue out in return. “It’s not my fault I slipped.” He crossed his arms and look away from her. 

“Ouch!” He complained as she poked his sore spot. “That hurt!” He glared at her. 

“You shouldn’t blame others for your problems,” Jasmine laughs, continuing to tease her buddy. “ It’s certainly not my fault you fall a lot. That’s all on you...and your feet.”

Princess Jasmine work’n it. by Ring of Fire Hot Sauce 1 on Flickr.

Charming tripped as she pulled him behind the pillar. He groaned in pain and rubbed his head. He opened his mouth to tell her to be more careful next time when he heard the guards up ahead. He shut his mouth and gave Jasmine a nervous look.

The two held their breath as they waited for the guards to pass. Luckily, the two didn’t seem to notice or care about the two royal children hiding in the corner. Charming let out a sigh of relief as soon as they were out of earshot. “Man, that was close!”

The young princess watches as the dummy guards walked by, almost wanting to call out to them and laugh at how they can’t find them. But that would be mean she decides...and would give away their spot. Jasmine turned to her friend and giggled, then playfully shoved the prince. “Wouldn’t be so close if you weren’t such a klutz,” she teases, sticking out her little tongue.

“Ouch. Now that just hurt my feelings.” Hades replied, deadpan. He put a hand to his chest as if he felt a stab of pain. “Well! I guess since we aren’t friends, then I don’t have to share my secrets with you. I guess you will have to figure out our little scheme all on your own.”

“Hades…” Meg growled.

“Ah-ah!” He warned, wagging a finger. “No hints.” He turned and waved over his shoulder at them. “Now, I hate to just do a greet and run, but I’m afraid the Lord of the Underworld title comes with a lot of responsibilities. I’ll be back to check on you guys later. Don’t try anything stupid.”

And with that he was gone. Meg sank down hard against the wall. “This is really bad…”

Jasmine clenches her fists, fingernails digging in to her palm, glaring darkly at the blue man, Hades as appears to be called. She didn’t need any help from him, firmly believing Meg and herself could figure all this out on their own.

A slight chill runs down her spine. Lord of the Underworld. How much trouble was she in? What on Earth could he want with them?

“Meg? What does that mean? Lord of the Underworld...is he like the devil?” the princess questions, looking to the other woman with eyes full of concern.

“Hmmm…” Meg thought for a bit. It just didn’t make any sense. “These pieces aren’t adding up… Why would he need-” She was cut off by the door opening. There was some fog rolling in and Meg heard a familiar laugh that chilled her to the bones.

“Hello, Meg my sweet! Miss me?” Hades’s form grew into clarity looming above her.

“What…. what is going on here, you Creep?” She spat at him.

“Now is that any way to greet your old friend? How rude. Can you believe this, Princess Jasmine? Is this how you would greet a friend?” He asked the other princess.

Jasmine watches as the smoke rolls in, a brief moment of fear there was fire just outside the door. Her fear was replaced with a whole new one at the sight of the man, if he truly was a man...he certainly wasn’t human, entered.

She watches the brief conversation between the two with curious eyes, trying to keep her face blank of any of other emotion. “It seems to me you are no friend to either of us,” she states, casting a quick glance to Meg. “Anyone involved with Jafar’s nefarious plots most certainly isn’t my friend.”