The Desert song

Trial

"The-they really do ha-have m-magic!" Yelled one citizen.

"H-he really saw them doing m-ma-magic!" A lady holding her face in terror screeched.

"Seize them!" Yelled a guard on the right of us, advancing at full speed.

"No!" I yelped, rotating Aladdin begin my back in protection.

"Morgiana! Let me deal with these humans-"

"No!" I yelled.

"Go back to the shackles, now!" I shouted loudly, enough to surprise him.

"But I can't leave you-" He didn't get a chance to finish before I turned and shot him a concerned look.

"Now!" I demanded.

"Mor.." He sadly looked up at me, tugging on the hem of my dress.

"I won't leave-"

"But this way you can protect me from inside of the shackles right?" I gave him a forced smile as the guards surrounded us.

"Mm...mor.." He whispered, but finally dissolved into blue mist and was blown back into the gem on the shackles.

The guards forced me onto my knees and tied right rope around my wrists.

"Ouch, hey.." I complained.

"Shut it, witch!" The guards sternly forced me back up and began pushing me out of the pub.

I caught a glance of the pub owner, who was sulking back into his office.

I was forcing into a small caravan where they tied another rope around my neck, as if it was a caution, thinking I might try to lung out and bite them to death.

"We're here." I hear the driver announce to the guards.

They pulled me out of the caravan, and pushed me towards a big building which I assumed to be a palace.

"Come on!" One guard commanded as I tried to adjust my eyes to the bright sun.

We walked passed a gate similar the the one in Natsumes palace, and into a court yard that consisted of beautiful flowers and trees.

One flower I recognized as the Morgañsia, the flower I was named after. It was bright red, almost a pinkish color, and that was the reason.

My flaming hair matched the beautiful shade, and my parents saw it fit to name me after it.

I was walked into a beautiful room which I suspected was the main hall, because dozens of maids, servants, and to my horror, slaves, ran around, hurried to serve their masters.

I was ducked down into a small, narrow stair case which led to a dark cellar, where many sad, smelly people laid.

I was put in a small stone cell with no windows, and left alone.

Well, almost.

As soon as the guards left, Aladdin materialized and sat next to me.

"So.." He started.

"Can I bust you out yet?" He asked causally, as if he bust people out of jail cells every day.

"Yes, in a f-" I was cut off by the footsteps of guards returning.

Aladdin quickly returned to the shackles in a blue cloud.

I hoped they would've stopped at a different cell, but my luck wasn't that good.

I braced myself as the guards stopped at my cell.

"You, get up." The taller one demanded, while the shorter one rummaged through his set of keys.

"Where are we going?" I asked, heart pounding.

"You have a trial. Now! Move!" The short one commanded as he swung open the cell door.

They walked me back up the narrow stairs back into the main hall, and ushered me to a pair of marvelous silver doors.

"Stay." One if the guards told me and stepped up to knock on the doors.

The taller one stayed back and held my neck-rope while looking quite cocky.

Oh, ya, sure go ahead and feel accomplished for accusing a ordinary girl of magic..

But after what Aladdin had shown the guards involuntarily, I was going to have a hard time convincing whatever jury there was otherwise.

Finally, the great doors swung open and I was pulled inside, one arrogant guard in the back, one in the front.

I felt the golden shackles get tight around my wrists, along with a surge of counsiousness, and I didn't feel so alone anymore.

I was led into a huge, golden room filled with two groups of people, one left, one right.

In the middle, sitting on a large throne, was a little boy.

Or as young as aladdin, at least.

He was sitting with one leg over the other, in a rather girly position, and his head rested on one hand, wearing a very bored expression.

Something struck me familiar about the boy, but I couldn't figure out what it was.

I approached the throne, led by shorty, and it was only when I was kneeling on my knees in front of him when I realized,

It was the boy who I had trampled in the slum gathering a week ago.

With a panic I realized who I was kneeling in front of.

It was the young king, Sif.