One thousand and one Arabian Tales: featuring Axel and Luxord [PG-13]

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I like this story.It is pretty cool.Axel and Luxord are one of my favorite members.

 

Chapter 8: The tale of Ahmed Jafar

(Sorry for the long wait.
But also note: This Jafar is not to be confused with the Royal Vizer from the Disney Movie Aladdin.)

"EEEEEEEEK!" A woman screamed through the still night air, which rested heavily on a scene of tragedy. The very same town Axel and Luxord came to was in blazes, people scattering throughout the streets for their lives, running away from man on horses, the horses clad in armours of Gold and Copper, and on the heads of the men, black wrap-masks, shrouding their faces even in the blazes that burned and killed.

The very same woman who released the screech, was soon fumbling to the rough cobblestone ground, looking up fearfully as a darkly tanned man, his face also shrouded in a black mask, literally leaped from his horse, and landed feet from the now crying woman. Slowly he walked towards her, each footstep deliberate, and when at last he reached her, he bared his teeth in a terrible smile.
"Such a shame it was so easy to capture you...., your highness."
He said with mock pleasurality, bearing his eyes and grin onto the young woman, her face in even more shock than from before.

"My father told you, As'shek!"
She spat, somewhat gaining some ground, though still lying helplessly on the ground, adressing the man directly.
"I will never marry you!"

The man, As'shek, gave a laugh with all his dastardly worth.
"I am afraid my ego will not allow myself to be denied!"
He retorted, and grabbed the girl, dressed in peasant garb, by the wrist, and thurst her to her feet.

"Where are you taking me?"
She asked fearfully.

"We shall be wed, young Princess, whether your Father allows or not!"
He replied down to her, using hating emphasis when he mentioned the girl's father.

"I will not Allow this!"
She cried, tears fludding from her eyes, futiley trying to break free her wrist.

"It is not your decision, trash!"
As'shek replied coldy, and used his other burly hand to thrust down upon the girl's face side.

Suddenly the vision flashed away, and once more Axel, Luxord, and Ahmed stood in their cell, Ahhmed having told the first part of the tale.

As he paused, a guard walked by, who showed his disdain at being forced to guard them all with a scowling face as he passed.

Luxord scratched his chin thoughtfully, for he had never heard this backstory himself, which would only mean indefinately Axel had not either.

Axel was looking intrigued by this and all, his eyes fixed on the passing guard for a moment, then back to Ahmed.

Ahmed nodded and pushed his unsupported spectacles back onto the bridge of his nose.

The vision once again returned to the burning Chinese city as Amhed continued the awesome tale.

The tall, brulesque As'shek was now nearing the palace steps, his beatiful prize in his grasp and still struggling.

As he steadily walked up the steps, guards of the palace come to stop him, spears in arms.

As'Shek merely chuckled and tossed the girl he once had in his grasp down onto the steps, injuring her, but not yet killing her.

His hands free, and the guards looking no less confident, As'shek grinned a dastardly smile and before either Guard could stop him, As'shek had the blade of one spear in his grip, showing no personal pain or displeasure.
The guard holding the spear on the end of As'shek had only time to blink before the end he had was ripped from him, as As'shek whirled the stick around with great and unbelievable speed, and the bladed end of the spear met the unarmed guards gut.

As his comrade fell, the other showed no fear himself, thrusting the spear he had in resolve for As'shek's deed. But, as As'shek tiltted his head slightly out of the way and grasped the stick right behind the blade, the second guard soon found the same fate as the first.

The girl, weeping and injured on the steps, screamed as she saw pools of blood drip from step to step down, the flow only inches from her face.

As'shek, showing no resolve in what he had just done, merely grabs the girl by her wrist again, and heaves her up once more, continuing on his vile pilgramage.

Inside the palace walls, As'shek met no resistance, so it gave him all reason inside him to venture forth into the main hall, where the Emperor was hosting to a roomful f dignitaries and scribes and scholars.

A huge gasp filled the room, seeing the surprising sudden appearance, and the even more surprising splatters of blood of As'sheks regal robes.

The Emperor rose, a man of many years, his hair white and beard long. He wore the honorary robes of the Emperor of China, yellow with many intricent designs on the sleeves and apron.

He rose very suddenly, hate burning in his old eyes, but he could do no more, due to his infirmires and the fact As'shek, a hated Muslim enemy, had his daughter, the runaway Princess.
"What is it that you want?"
He asked with sorrow in his shaking but steady voice.

"The hand of you daughter in marriage, your lordship..."
As'shek responded with a mock bow to the Emperor.

The Emperor remained silent for many minutes, no doubt contemplating his options.
If he called the guards, As'shek would no doubt kill all of the people, himself, and his daughter before they could arrive. And if he said no, it would still end the same way.
Ultimately, the Emperor breathed a heavy sigh, his heart aching.
Then, he peered his eyes around the room and thus beckoned to a young scribe, hardly in his early teenage years, with tan skin looking more like As'shek than like the pale Chinese Dignitaries and scribes, a pair of unsupported bispectacles balanced on his nose.

Quickly the scribe rushed over to the Emperor, almost tripping over his own feet, but then gaining his balance as he soon neared the throne.

"See to it that the Princess is dressed, for the wedding will occur within the hour."
The Emperor said heavily, at last glaring at the broad evil grin on As'shek's features.

The scribe gave a bow and a "yes, your Highness", his words quite quick and nervous.
Then he turned to the Princess, dressed in a disguise of peasant clothing, having to wear them for her flight from the Palace three nights prior.

As'shek allowed his grasp to loosen, as the scribe lead the princess out of the Grand hall.

The vision once again disappeared, as Ahmed took a regaining breath of interlude.

Axel had been paying close attention to the last part espeacially and smiled a knowing smile.
"You were a scribe?"
Axel asked, already knowing the answer.

Ahmed snickered, but quickly steadied his face.
"At a time..yes..."
Ahmed admitted.
"The Emperor had signed me on when i was caught stealing from the royal stable. At the time, I was amere theif of a boy, and being a refugee from India did not help my image to the other high scholars and scribes."
Ahmed went on with humility.
"But the Emperor,....he somehow something better in me....and made sure I was made a royal scribe."
He finished with a heavy hearted tone, bowing his head to the side to hide a tear breaking from his right eye.

Rather than asking why Ahmed had suddenly shed a tear afte mentioning the Emperor, Luxord instead asked something else.
"So what happened next?"

Ahmed rose his head from the side, the tear already wiped from his eye.
"The time when everything worsened"
He replied with hatred in his eyes, obviously being in pain from the memories.

 

Anytime you want to continue this is fine...and it's a really good story.