Nasira opened her eyes. She first saw the amused flame-haired god and then took notice of the giant bawling teardrop behind the deity.
Nasira blinked slowly.
She was...
Alive?
No.
She flexed her fingers and knew:
This was not a return to life.
Not quite.
Nasira twisted her head and spotted...
Her grandfather?
But no.
That was not right either.
He had aged nearly beyond recognition, was limp, sickly, translucent, and as dead as she was alive. Yet, she knew:
There was no one else it could be.
This ghoulish thing was Jafar.
And thus, the sorceress began to understand. Never one to hesitate, Nasira reached for his hand.
Instead of the touch of human flesh, she felt her whole being pulse.
Suddenly, she was less.
Suddenly, she was more.
Nasira closed her eyes and let death take her once again.
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Sorcerer's Wish
AdventureAfter a lifetime of searching, Jafar finally has the lamp but what does a powerful and wealthy sorcerer need a genie for?
