Chapter 22

Morgin P.O.V. 1st Person

If I hadn't been so captivated by (y/n), my attention solely on them, maybe I would have noticed. "He's dead!" They shouted. In these last few moments it was as if all this emotion had returned to their features. A human who's suffering, but the one I've always loved.

The Magi looked nervous and confused. I was expecting him to be devastated. Maybe he just didn't believe us? If only I looked up or turned my nose towards his scent. "Didn't you hear? Your friend is dead," I repeated to him, not wanting (y/n) to force those ugly words out once more.

He scratched his neck avoiding my eyes, "Huh? Oh.. uh.. he is?" The boy gave me a questioning look. Did I have to recall the vision of yet another death? I didn't want to describe the details or remember the loss of yet another useless human being.

"He got above himself and offended Lord Jamil," (y/n) spoke quietly. No more words would pass their lips. How could I let them remember? If only I could cup their ears and allow them to forget. To lose themself in my embrace and the darkness of their shut eyes.

"Be careful or the same will happen to you!" I snapped at him just as the lantern rolled across the floor. I turned to grab it, almost out of instinct, but was drawn back when (y/n) let out a muffled cry. Seems the carpet that the boy had laid on was flung over their head. I yanked it off, and we turned to find the Magi had disappeared. As well as the same carpet, whose soft fabric had been between my fingers just moments before. We both looked around desperately.

"I'm still here, Miss!" A voice called out from above.

"What?!" I glared at the boy as him and his friend flew on the carpet above us. How had I missed him?

"Sorry! We have to go! See you two later!" I started running towards the wall, ready to chase after them. They couldn't escape from me, not like this. (y/n) looked panicked, I couldn't let our Master hurt them for this, only me. "When your invisible chains break, let's go see that sun together!" The boy called down to us. I had had enough. I wouldn't stand this child taunting this life we were forced to live, completely unaware of its seriousness.

"Don't act like you understand!" I screamed, my red eyes boiling with rage. "You don't know a single thing about life as a slave!" Not the numbness and lack of human identity. Not the cries our minds are constantly reliving. Not the deep physical and psychological scars of his torment. Or the way he controls your entire being. Not how you work your ass off and do other people's dirty work just to be treated like less that shit! I dug my feet into the ground as it broke beneath my soles. I watched the way their eyes widened as my feet climbed up the wall and quickly at that. I was almost there.

"Up! Aladdin, go up! He's catching up!" His friend shouted out. The carpet swings up as I jump. I have to make this, but my fingers just barely slip from the fabric.

"Wait!" (y/n) calls out to them. I clench my fist, descending to the floor as I land heavily on my feet. The ground beneath my soles crumbles. I must appear terrifying, but I feel panic wash over me. Our Lord will not be happy.

Aladdin P.O.V. 1st Person

"Alibaba! I can't believe you're alive!" It was then that I noticed the blood. "What happened?" I poked at the wounds, to which he flinched.

"Ah! That really hurts! I'll explain everything later!" He guided the way through passages as I admired this incredible dungeon. As my eyes landed on the door I felt them widen in shock. I glanced back at his smiling face, then back at the giant door. But for some reason, I felt a pang of guilt too. I thought back to those two, and I guess I just hoped that they would find their way here too.