Disclaimer: Moze and company are not my characters. Bree, the Dragon's eye, Azeroth, Azya, Astral, Hapts/Haptsiepsut, the Soul Crystal and the Avatar's cross belongs to me. But if you care to use them, Just E-mail me at SoulSlayer75@hotmail.com and drop me line about how you intend on using them.

By Soul Slayer

I dreamed
Of an angel
In my sleep she came to me
How I wished
Her gentle wings on my face
To hold her
To have her
Hold me
Her tender kiss
Her gentle touch
Brought me to heaven
~Sean B. Lane ~

A female silhouette emerged from the dark mists of his kingdom. A tall elven-like woman stood before him. Her pale skin reflected in the moonlit sky above, her jade green eyes observing him closely. Her silky black hair flowed in a gentle breeze with each step she takes. "I've been looking for you," she says to him. "It's been a long time my friend."

Her long fingers reached out to him, brushing against his cheek. He pushed her hands away with discuss. "I'm not surprised that you don't remember me. Why should you want to?" She withdrew several steps but was caught in his gentle embrace.

He had no idea whom she is or where she came from; all he knew is that he didn't want her to leave. She smiled at him as she whispered; "The heart never lies."

He woke up suddenly as if pinched, sweat dotting his brow. He's dreamed that dream for the fourth time this week. Frankly that unfamiliar woman was driving him mad. After finding the strength to haul himself out of bed, he found some clean clothing then proceeded to breakfast.

Mozenrath sat upon his dark throne, an old volume in hand. He had been trying to study the ancient spells hidden away from him by his deceased teacher Destane. Unfortunately all proved to be in vain, that re-occurring dream kept creeping back into his mind like an unknown task that must be fore-filled before it's to late. "Remember," he unknowingly said aloud.

"Remember what?" came Xeres' voice.

He glared at his familiar. He didn't want to talk about it. His scowl soon lifted as the an idea came to mind. "Let's go to Agrabah," he stated. It was always worth gathering information before attacking.

She's been watching Agrabah for quite some time now. Her crystal-like eyes carefully scanning every inch of the city from high above. She saw the thieves stealing, merchants haggling, the assassins murdering, and children playing innocently in the city streets. However, she mostly watches the boy she's selected to be hero and worthy enough to marry the princess Jasmine.

Her destination was to visit her family. She's always watching the couple. Doubts begin to fill her mind 'Are they really in love? Will he always be faithful? Will he live long enough to see his own children wed?' Aladdin was the one that worried her the most, he always seemed to jump into danger the moment it came knocking.

She leaned over as if to inspect a small corner of the city. She thought to herself 'Sure he has a genie, and a magic carpet. Nevertheless, what if one day, they were to disappear? What if one day, his best wasn't good enough?'

She saw dark clouds form around the onion domes of the palace. "Not again," she sighed to herself. She had to admit the street rat was like a magnet to trouble, but still it was amusing to see the look on the villains' faces when something totally bizarre came to the hero's aid and win his battle against evil, yet again.

With a snap of her fingers the vision of the city shifts to the source of the dark energy. Yet at the same time hoping she was wrong about the source of energy. It doesn't matter. She'll be there in a matter of days.

The sun was setting over the massive city, giving off a beautiful glow that only lovers could see. Aladdin and Jasmine walk hand in hand behind the under cover sultan, who was scurrying down the city streets to find the correct location that the invitation had set. "Father calm down," the princess said soothingly, "You're acting as if you have a date with this woman."

She had no idea of who this woman was or what her father wanted with her. She didn't understand either why it was of utmost urgency for them to go to her instead of it being vice-versa. "Oh, here it is!" the sultan cried excitedly.

They stood before a large lime stone building. Huge wooden doors stood out making it seem like it was haunted. The sultan pushed the heavy door open then hurried down the long hallway. Jasmine rolled her eyes then followed her father, Aladdin not too far behind.

As they travel down the intimidating corridor they slowly begin to notice the décor. Unlike the bare exterior, the walls were covered in foreign tapestries and paintings of nobles. One of which seems most familiar. A pale young man sitting on a richly furnished chair, with a little girl sitting on his lap. He had dark eyes and dark hair, same as the girl. They could've easily been mistaken for siblings. Aladdin shivered. "What's wrong?" his fiancée asks.

He pointed up to the painting. "Doesn't that remind you of Mozenrath?"

Jasmine examined the painting then nodded. "Yes, it does…" She glanced at Aladdin a moment, then back at the painting. "Do you think that that girl is his sister?"

"Certainly not!" came a woman's shocked voice.

They all turn to the tall woman who stopped before them. She had long dark hair which was held together, by a small golden dragon pin in a bun, in whose center allowed her dark hair to hang in a pony tail, revealing her elven ears. Her startling deep green eyes examines the painting a moment before she nodded, confirming what she had said. From her nose to her chin was covered by a transparent, maroon colored veil. The same materiel was used for her shirt, which hung open and was tied beneath her breast. Beneath that, was a bra-like garb, which was odd for Arab custom. Around her waist, hung a small, golden chain, which would have perhaps served as a belt for her short skirt, had it not been so loose. However, mostly, their attention was drawn to the silver cross that hung on silver chain around her neck.

Her guests gasp at her unusual appearance. The woman bows and responds kindly, "You asked for the best. It is known that my kind are just that."

Jasmine approached the woman and asked cautiously as if the woman were to bite her if she missed used a word. "Do you know the people in the painting?"

"Not personally," she replied. "I had taken the painting as payment for one of my jobs. An old man told me of the two. "

"So you took the painting from him?" Jasmine gasped.

"It was hardly was you make it out to be princess. The old man didn't have enough to pay me, so he offered me the painting instead. How could I refuse such a beautiful piece of work?" The woman glanced at the princess, who seems to understand what she had done.

The elven woman motioned toward another hall, "This way please."

The guests all look back on the painting before going down the hall. The woman stayed behind a moment longer, and glances at the painting once more.

Mozenrath walked out from behind the crimson curtains into the somber hall, after the small group had left. He examined the painting. A sly smile crawls on his face as summoned a plain hooded robe. He then turned to follow the group of guests as he adjusted the newly acquired attire.

The woman looked back down the hall, sensing the unseen man's presence in the building. 'Hello, my love!' she thought to the unseen man. She stopped the group and let them into a well-furnished room. In the center sat a low black marble table, around it were small cushions so her guests could sit. "Please sit," she requested.

Each guest sat down around the table, the woman at its head. "You must be thirsty," she clapped her hands twice, then a scrawny servant boy in robes came forward. "Please get some drinks," she commanded and the boy ran off to fore-fill his mistress's wishes.

No sooner had the boy vanished behind a curtain, a manservant dressed in a plain, hooded robe served the royal family their drinks. The dark woman's eyes never leaving the man. Something about him made her suspicious. It was the object on his hand; that leather gauntlet. The woman smiled in self-satisfaction, catching the man's thoughts. 'Go ahead, drink up fools, and you might as well enjoy it, because it's going to be your last.'

She noticed that he served all but her. She arched a brow, and took the man by the shoulder pulling him down. To anyone it would seem to be a way of catching his attention, when she was truly trying to catch a glimpse of his face. She pushed him away in disappointment as she ordered, "Do remember to bring my drink next time."

He nodded, then casually left the chamber. Her guests raise their cups to their lips but the elven woman stopped them. "Please," came her silky voice, "Leave that drink for your ancestors. It's tradition among my people."

Each of her guests nodded as they place their cups aside. Shortly after, the scrawny boy returns, carefully balancing the cups on the tray so not to spill them. He served each one of her guests before serving his mistress. Once done he bowed then returned to the kitchen. The woman brought the cup to her lips, then noted the reaction of her guests. She immediately placed her cup aside, smiling to her guests. "That's right, didn't get served the first cup," she said more to herself than to the others.

"You had a job for me," the woman purred to the sultan, who sat next to her.

The sultan nodded as he squirmed in his seat. He drew his attention away from the jeweled cups to the young woman next to him. "Yes, yes! There's a young man in a city due west of here," he said straight to the point. "He become quite nuisance around here and threatened the lives of my precious daughter, and her fiancé. Last time he almost succeeded. I fear the worst should he try again."

"So you want me to dispose of this man?" It was more of a statement rather than a question.

"No, simply banish him. If you cannot than…" the sultan nods.

"Father!" came Jasmine's shocked voice; "You're hiring an assassin?" Aladdin rubbed his arms as if a sudden cold draft came into the room. His fiancée put a reassuring hand on arm as she gave him a look of concern.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures, Jasmine," he soothingly replied.

The woman nodded to confirm what the sultan was saying, then continued, "Besides death is a last resort." To the sultan she said, "I'll need a description of the man."

The trios' voices all sound at once. "Please one at a time. One at a time."

The sultan started. "He's tall, has dark hair and dark eyes." The sultan shivered at the very thought of the wicked man. "And pale skin. He has a magic gauntlet on his right hand and a eel familiar."

The woman nodded. "Great, now as for payment."

"The Dragon's eye," the sultan said. The woman nods. "Please understand that I will not give you the Eye now. If it falls into the wrong hands it…"

"I understand," the woman cut him off, "Then please understand when I ask for a small something. Perhaps cash value of the Dragons Eye?"

The sultan reluctantly nodded. "How much?"

"How much would you give for such heavenly power?" She sat back in the cushions.

"…I… I'll give you… Half of my treasury." Jasmine and Aladdin gasp. The princess trying to convince her father that what he was doing was foolish, but the sultan ignored her advice and as if spell bound, agrees with the assassin.

"Then have your guards bring it here later tonight. After it's here I'll head off to dispose of the man."

The sultan and assassin shook hands sealing the deal.

Mozenrath watched the trio leaves the chamber, anger filling him to the very core for his plot had again been foiled. He stormed down the dark corridor, and blasted the oncoming guards. He barged into the room that Aladdin and company was once in. The extravagant décor was replaced by dust accumulated walls. There the woman sat on the stone floor, no longer any pillow in the room, or the crimson carpet beneath the now simple wooden table. She was sharpening her daggers paying no heed to the intruder.

He stood at the head of the table, waiting for the woman to look up at him. "Hello Mozenrath," she said pleasantly, not even glancing at him.

He didn't recognize the woman at first. Her searched his carefully trained memory for this elven woman. He smiled as he realized who she was. "Hello Brianna," he said kindly in return.

Bree wasn't like any other elf, she didn't fear humans, nor trust them, nor care for them. In her opinion, humans were nothing more than insects waiting to be crushed. That was one of the many reasons why she became an assassin. Moreover, unlike most of her kind she did enjoy mingling among the human race, mostly to note the little flaws that they had. The worst part of it all was that Bree had been corrupted long before Mozenrath had got a hold of her and had nothing to show for in her behavior patterns. From him how ever she had learned of vengeance, and how to make people do what you wanted them to do without them realizing it until it was too late. To his unfortunate luck, he had taught the last one a little to well.

"Oh don't be mad at me for saving the Royal family," she said mockingly, "After all they were my clients."

"You're treading on dangerous ground," he warned menacingly, his fists at his hips.

"Be that as it may, I can take care of myself. After all, I'm all grown up now, and I really don't need you lecturing me every step of the way."

He hated having no power over her. He knew of the vast amounts of magic that had been collected in her very being. In addition, her magic had grown since they were children, when she had first revealed to him her true power. "You're here because of a job, am I right?" he asks as he casually sits down.

"You don't miss a beat, do you!"

He glared at her. "I have a proposition for you."

She looks up at him. "You normally kill 'them' off yourself. What do you need me for?"

"Lets just say we'll be working side by side just like we use to."

"You must really take me for some sentimental fool?" she says leaning in a little. "Besides we never worked together!"

"Hmm, didn't think so," he pretended to sound disappointed.

"Well, I guess we could give it a shot. But quite frankly I'm not in your line of work."

"I know that. But…"

There was a knocking at the door. "One moment," Bree said. With one wave of her hand the cushions and curtains were back in place. "Come in."

Mozenrath jumped to his feet. Gauntlet flaring in his signature blue and black flame.

Aladdin, the princess, a muscle bound guard walk into the room and a red parrot flying behind them. They quickly react to the sorcerer's presence. "Mozenrath," Aladdin called as he leaps forward.

Razul drew his sword shot himself violently at Mozenrath. The sorcerer ginned as he blasted the street rat, casually sidestepping the guard's assault. Jasmine advanced on Bree, who had her face buried in her hands. "You're in league with him," the princess accused.

Bree pointed at the sorcerer, "He's the one! He's the one you want me to banish!" Shock covered her face.

The princess's eyes narrow. "You had no idea?"

"Sorry princess," Bree's voice went dangerously low. "I can't do that. You'll have to tell your father I refuse the offer." Bree got up watching Aladdin and Mozenrath fight. She let out a heavy sigh, then strode gracefully toward the combat. The guard lunged himself at the elven woman, thinking her the enemy because of the princess's out burst. Panic didn't even cross her mind when his sword cut her arm. "That's not going to do the trick," she hissed at him.

Razul came at her again, this time swinging his sword so to remove her head from her shoulders. With total calmness, she side stepped the attack, placing her fist low, knocking to the wind out of the massive warrior's lungs. In reaction, his sword cuts through her chain, sending her cross flying across the room. She pulled up lifting the man off his feet with her small wrist, then completely flips him over onto his back. He landed on the wooden floor with a thud! In addition, remained like that for several minutes trying to catch his breath. The assassin couldn't help but growl the words "Pathetic," and stared distastefully at the guard.

Aladdin had managed to knock the sorcerer off balance making him trip over the low table and fall on his rear. Mozenrath tried painfully to get up. Pain searing his legs, he remains on the stone floor. Bree walked to the fallen sorcerer and whispered, "Until we meet again, my love."

Mozenrath couldn't help but to glare at her. She only used the words 'My love' to spite him. He got up and grabbed the assassin's wrist, and twists her around so to be face to face with her. He whispered, "You're coming with me." In a brilliant flash of blue and black flames, the two vanish.

The décor vanishes the moment the woman is taken away with the sorcerer. There was no table, no pillows, and no curtains. The only thing left to prove that anyone other than them selves had been there, was a plain wooden box. The princess carefully examined it, then opens it. Wrapped in red silk were blades of all kind, and poisons, and small artifacts that were possibly magical.

The princess's attention is drawn to an object, shining brightly in the last few rays of light. Carefully, she picked up a small silver cross, encrusted with black pearls. "Wow!" Iago squawks, "I haven't seen one of these babies in a dog's age."

Aladdin crouched down near the princess to examine the relic himself. "What do you mean?" he inquired, seeing nothing particularly interesting in the cross. "So what, she's catholic."

"No," the parrot responds almost angrily as he took the metal cross into his wing. "This is an Avatar's cross." Realizing that the street rat, nor the princess understood him, he continued "Yeah, these babies are said belong to one of the balances. You know the balance of good and evil" He glanced uncertainly around the room as if to make sure no one else was listening in on his explanation. "I read somewhere in one of Jafar's books that who ever has this cross controls its keeper."

Jasmine took the cross from the bird and examines it more carefully. "Then I guess it's a good thing Mozenrath didn't find it," Aladdin said as he helped the princess up. "But how do we know if it's real?"

"Give it a command?" the bird squawked sarcastically. "Geeze kid, I don't know. Maybe Jafar has a book about them."

"Do you think that's what Mozenrath wanted with her?" Aladdin asked Jasmine.

"It could be." Jasmine's voice went distant, almost as if she was somehow in contact with the owner of the cross.

In the back of her mind she saw a bright flash and was transported to a bleak domain. There, two people argued fiercely. However, the language they spoke wasn't one she understood, but seemed familiar. There was another flash, and she fell to her knees.

Aladdin rushed to the princess's side. She groaned in pain as she rubbed the side of her head. It felt as if a thousand daggers had pierced her skull all at once. Suddenly the pain was gone.

Aladdin stared at her in concern, but she simply pretended as if the incident didn't occur. "Let's go find out about this cross," she said finally.