Post by dobby on May 17, 2015 16:19:03 GMT -7
Urtaal whimpered in his sleep, as he was laying down on the floor next to the rock he was just playing the flute on. He had fell asleep long after the elf, as he gazed at the stars all night thinking. He could hardly sleep for the last few nights he was here in this land, as he couldn't get over what had happened back in Agrabah. However he let the sleep take him, as he felt more comfortable seeing someone else sleeping as well. But he will regret it.
He was whimpering as he kicked lightly, his eyes shut tight as he tried to turn away from the danger in his dreams.
This was the day. The day when he was destined to die. In his dream, the genie looked out into the pink and violet sunset of the desert solemnly. What a beautiful sight it was. That was the only thought on his mind. His aqua eyes stared lifelessly towards the distance, his arms tied behind his back and both of his legs tied together by weighted chains. His head was on a platform, and he was knelt down with no escape.
"Urtaal Zaman," started a human off to the side reading a long sheet of paper. "Found guilty of the crimes in which he helped the evil and chaos spread through the world. The sentence: Death!"
The executioner got ready, preparing his sword as he sharpened it along the fast spinning wheel. After the sparks flashed, he blew the tip of the sword, blowing away any dust that might prevent him from doing his job fully. He walked towards the genie, and took his position.
Urtaal could hear the millions of people who came to attend beginning to quiet down, and the murmuring of the humans and angels around him, trying to make sure that he would be dead. The scars on his body were still fresh, the spit still clear on his face. The humiliation and betrayal still lingering.
However, all he did was look out into the sky, thinking of how beautiful it was.
He felt the sharp object on his neck, as the executioner was ready to practice swinging down the sword in the same spot. After a few taps, the executioner took a step back, the sword swung high into the air. No tears came down Urtaal's face, just his endless gaze at the sky.
The executioner swung down with a mighty finish, the sword whipping through the air.
Within seconds before contact, the genie disappeared, and the executioner's sword only faced the platform.
The genie awoke, bolting upright as he almost screamed. He breathed heavily, and saw the girl sleeping a distance away from him. He took a moment, still breathing heavily as he tried to get over the bad dream that he had. Well, it wasn't really a dream, but a memory. Urtaal placed a hand on his head, trying to regain composure, but the dream shook him.
He was whimpering as he kicked lightly, his eyes shut tight as he tried to turn away from the danger in his dreams.
This was the day. The day when he was destined to die. In his dream, the genie looked out into the pink and violet sunset of the desert solemnly. What a beautiful sight it was. That was the only thought on his mind. His aqua eyes stared lifelessly towards the distance, his arms tied behind his back and both of his legs tied together by weighted chains. His head was on a platform, and he was knelt down with no escape.
"Urtaal Zaman," started a human off to the side reading a long sheet of paper. "Found guilty of the crimes in which he helped the evil and chaos spread through the world. The sentence: Death!"
The executioner got ready, preparing his sword as he sharpened it along the fast spinning wheel. After the sparks flashed, he blew the tip of the sword, blowing away any dust that might prevent him from doing his job fully. He walked towards the genie, and took his position.
Urtaal could hear the millions of people who came to attend beginning to quiet down, and the murmuring of the humans and angels around him, trying to make sure that he would be dead. The scars on his body were still fresh, the spit still clear on his face. The humiliation and betrayal still lingering.
However, all he did was look out into the sky, thinking of how beautiful it was.
He felt the sharp object on his neck, as the executioner was ready to practice swinging down the sword in the same spot. After a few taps, the executioner took a step back, the sword swung high into the air. No tears came down Urtaal's face, just his endless gaze at the sky.
The executioner swung down with a mighty finish, the sword whipping through the air.
Within seconds before contact, the genie disappeared, and the executioner's sword only faced the platform.
The genie awoke, bolting upright as he almost screamed. He breathed heavily, and saw the girl sleeping a distance away from him. He took a moment, still breathing heavily as he tried to get over the bad dream that he had. Well, it wasn't really a dream, but a memory. Urtaal placed a hand on his head, trying to regain composure, but the dream shook him.
