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C H A P T E R I I
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C H A P T E R I I
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Something was wrong. Horribly wrong. When Jafar's eyes finally popped open and he rolled over to look at the clock, it was... midnight. Again. His brows furrowed in confusion, for when he fell asleep last, it was just shy of ten at night. Yet, he felt well-rested. Too well-rested, if you asked him. He sat up and reached for his cellphone, the bright light of the screen a brief blinding glare after awakening from such a deep sleep.
Did he miss a whole day? He blinked and wiped away the sleep from his eyes, then checked the homescreen again. A panic set into the normally well-reserved and calm man, and he practically shot out of bed and rushed to his study. Something was so wrong, and he could feel it in his bones.
A quick survey of his office revealed that his glass showcase was cracked open just a smidge, which made him walk slowly toward it. The smallest speck of a glimmer caught his eyes, nestled in the corner of one of the shelves. He reached and swept it up with a pink and then brought it closer for observation. Silver glitter. Fairy dust.
More panic. He knew that his happily ever after wouldn't last forever, but he didn't expect for the fairies to figure it out so soon. Too soon. He looked over the items, and discovered that some of them were missing. Dr. Facilier's cane being one. Important, but not enough. The cane had provided Jafar with another avenue of magic, but it would not be detrimental to the curse's wellbeing.
The lamp. The lamp was missing! His eyes grew wide, then red hot anger flashed through them. He smalled his fist down onto the shelf which knocks items off; fragile objects crashing and shattering at his feet. He turned swiftly and went to his room to change, for this night was going to be a busy one for him.
He sent a quick text message to the Nora, Catherine Wyland, and Donovan Voigt, Something is wrong. We need to meet at the well in the clearing. Once the message sent, he grabbed hold of his own staff and poofed out of existence into the apartment room of Dumaine, otherwise known as Dr. Facilier. The cane he had won from the auction rested against a wall near the door, and Jafar seized it.
His slow pace dragged him toward the bedroom where the man slumbered quietly and peacefully. His hand dove into a coat pocket to pull out the necklace that belonged to Dr. Facilier. It contained the souls from the Otherside. Jafar was not certain what was happening, but he could feel the puul of the voodoo magic clamboring for Facilier's soul. It was overdue. He extended his arm and let the necklace dangle from a finger, and the Friends From the Otherside climbed out of the amulet in shadow form, sinking to the floor and crawling beneath the bed. There was a drum beat that seemed to come from nowhere, but it eerie enough to creep even a vile man like Jafar out.
Dumaine's body was gulped up, almost as if he were swallowed by the bed. All the shadows retreated back into the amulet. The drum beat stopped. He wrapped it around his neck, turned away, and left the apartment through the door.
Baja was soon on the quiet moonlit paths of Essex's lonesome streets. As he walked, tapping the cane against the dark pavement, one of his arms folded at the small of his back. He watched the buildings. Observed the scenery. He walked past the town hall, of which had the remnants of something having happened. A cleaning crew shuffled in and out, and his brows knit together in thought. There had been no event that he could think of.
He tilted his head for a second, but continued on after a brief pause.
His head turned and eyes followed as a crow flew past him from above. A few moments after that, a woman's silhouette began to form in the distance. Curious, he checked his phone to see if anyone sent any messages. Nothing yet.
He did not change his pace, rather kept on the approach. Soon enough, he could see her features. While she did not adorn her horns, there was a certain... aesthetic to one of the most famous female villains in all of the Enchanted Realm. He stopped just a couple of feet from all the particular features, a grin finding his lips, "Ah," he began, placing the cane in front of him and resting both hands at its head, "I see the beautiful Maleficent has graced the wonderful town of Essex. Though, I doubt your presence is a humble site seeing excursion."
He gestured toward the woods, though surmised that she might have come from there already. However, the Well is the connection between the Enchanted Realm and this world, so it made more sense to to go there. As the pair of them walked through the quiet town of Essex, they soon came upon the mouth of the forest. It was abysmally dark and unwelcoming, as it should be. Very few people in Essex felt at ease coming to this particular spot, and the closer to the well one came, the more those that did not belong near its vicinity felt the unspoken warning to stay away.
"The Evil Queen and the others should be coming shortly. How are things in the Enchanted Realm?" Jafar inquired, shooting her a quick sideglance. The Well came into view, "The fairies have been busy, haven't they?" Another question, given the circumstances. "There was... fairy dust on my showcase shelf when I woke up. I also seemed to have lost an entire day."
He rubbed his goatee a couple of times, "There is a strange feeling in my little world, and I am uneasy." His gaze ventured outside of the thicket of tree trunks and drooping branches, wandering toward the faintest glimmer of light coming from a building. His creation. His joy. His happily ever after.
"The lamp is missing," he added. The worst news for last, of course!
Did he miss a whole day? He blinked and wiped away the sleep from his eyes, then checked the homescreen again. A panic set into the normally well-reserved and calm man, and he practically shot out of bed and rushed to his study. Something was so wrong, and he could feel it in his bones.
A quick survey of his office revealed that his glass showcase was cracked open just a smidge, which made him walk slowly toward it. The smallest speck of a glimmer caught his eyes, nestled in the corner of one of the shelves. He reached and swept it up with a pink and then brought it closer for observation. Silver glitter. Fairy dust.
More panic. He knew that his happily ever after wouldn't last forever, but he didn't expect for the fairies to figure it out so soon. Too soon. He looked over the items, and discovered that some of them were missing. Dr. Facilier's cane being one. Important, but not enough. The cane had provided Jafar with another avenue of magic, but it would not be detrimental to the curse's wellbeing.
The lamp. The lamp was missing! His eyes grew wide, then red hot anger flashed through them. He smalled his fist down onto the shelf which knocks items off; fragile objects crashing and shattering at his feet. He turned swiftly and went to his room to change, for this night was going to be a busy one for him.
He sent a quick text message to the Nora, Catherine Wyland, and Donovan Voigt, Something is wrong. We need to meet at the well in the clearing. Once the message sent, he grabbed hold of his own staff and poofed out of existence into the apartment room of Dumaine, otherwise known as Dr. Facilier. The cane he had won from the auction rested against a wall near the door, and Jafar seized it.
His slow pace dragged him toward the bedroom where the man slumbered quietly and peacefully. His hand dove into a coat pocket to pull out the necklace that belonged to Dr. Facilier. It contained the souls from the Otherside. Jafar was not certain what was happening, but he could feel the puul of the voodoo magic clamboring for Facilier's soul. It was overdue. He extended his arm and let the necklace dangle from a finger, and the Friends From the Otherside climbed out of the amulet in shadow form, sinking to the floor and crawling beneath the bed. There was a drum beat that seemed to come from nowhere, but it eerie enough to creep even a vile man like Jafar out.
Dumaine's body was gulped up, almost as if he were swallowed by the bed. All the shadows retreated back into the amulet. The drum beat stopped. He wrapped it around his neck, turned away, and left the apartment through the door.
Baja was soon on the quiet moonlit paths of Essex's lonesome streets. As he walked, tapping the cane against the dark pavement, one of his arms folded at the small of his back. He watched the buildings. Observed the scenery. He walked past the town hall, of which had the remnants of something having happened. A cleaning crew shuffled in and out, and his brows knit together in thought. There had been no event that he could think of.
He tilted his head for a second, but continued on after a brief pause.
His head turned and eyes followed as a crow flew past him from above. A few moments after that, a woman's silhouette began to form in the distance. Curious, he checked his phone to see if anyone sent any messages. Nothing yet.
He did not change his pace, rather kept on the approach. Soon enough, he could see her features. While she did not adorn her horns, there was a certain... aesthetic to one of the most famous female villains in all of the Enchanted Realm. He stopped just a couple of feet from all the particular features, a grin finding his lips, "Ah," he began, placing the cane in front of him and resting both hands at its head, "I see the beautiful Maleficent has graced the wonderful town of Essex. Though, I doubt your presence is a humble site seeing excursion."
He gestured toward the woods, though surmised that she might have come from there already. However, the Well is the connection between the Enchanted Realm and this world, so it made more sense to to go there. As the pair of them walked through the quiet town of Essex, they soon came upon the mouth of the forest. It was abysmally dark and unwelcoming, as it should be. Very few people in Essex felt at ease coming to this particular spot, and the closer to the well one came, the more those that did not belong near its vicinity felt the unspoken warning to stay away.
"The Evil Queen and the others should be coming shortly. How are things in the Enchanted Realm?" Jafar inquired, shooting her a quick sideglance. The Well came into view, "The fairies have been busy, haven't they?" Another question, given the circumstances. "There was... fairy dust on my showcase shelf when I woke up. I also seemed to have lost an entire day."
He rubbed his goatee a couple of times, "There is a strange feeling in my little world, and I am uneasy." His gaze ventured outside of the thicket of tree trunks and drooping branches, wandering toward the faintest glimmer of light coming from a building. His creation. His joy. His happily ever after.
"The lamp is missing," he added. The worst news for last, of course!