[Fanfiction] Your world is my world now

Chapter 1: The beginning

Before the first light of dawn, Jasmine stood in front of her father, looking at him with the eyes full of tears. The gray sad sky seemed to have the same feeling of her own.

"Do you have to go?" she asked unhappily. The tears started to roll down her cheek and her eyes burned red.

"I must, my dear." He said, gently running his hand through her hair and giving her a sad smile. "It's the order of the Sultan."

"But I can go, I can go instead, if you just let me----"

"I won't, dearest. I even can't. I will never let my 12-year-old daughter go to the palace. Alone! It can't be." He sighed deeply. Of course he wouldn't, but let his little daughter alone wasn't easy, either. Who could make sure that she'd be fine all the time he was in that gorgeous huge palace?

"When will you go back?" asked Jasmine as she looked down at the ground, so her question seemed to echoed back from some place far away and her toes strangely held her gaze.

Her father was silent. He didn't know when would he go back, but he didn't want to make his daughter cry. Thinking, finally he told her in hesitation: "I will go back soon."

Then they hugged each other to say good bye. Jasmine had nothing to ask more, her father had nothing to say more, so they only did it to stop the sadness and despair growing strong again.

"I will miss you, dad." She whispered softly.

"Come on, my little girl. You're strong even when you're alone." He smiled fondly. "Do you remember what your mother told you? I mean, her advice?"

"Yup, father." Jasmine nodded, holding back her tears and smiling. "I always do."

"So, here comes my advice," he said, giggling a little. "Listen, Jasmine. Your mother isn't always right. Still there's the rigidity of her views. Remember, my dear," he put his hand in her shoulder, smiling "do not be too rigid with yourself. The future depends on you."

"I know." She held his hand and put it on her cheek. "Good bye, father."

Right after her good bye, the sun peeked out and light up the marketplace after the long night. The sky started to be clear. Everything seemed to wake up after enjoying the great sleep. It's joyful and peaceful, not like Jasmine and her father's feeling right now.

"I've got to go, Jasmine." He said in such a hurry "The Sultan said that I had to go to the palace before the sunrise. It's too late."

Not let her say anything more, he quickly left short after kissing her forehead, giving her a last goodbye look.

Jasmine stood blankly for a while, looking at him faded from views. Then she ran into her house and stuck her face on the pillow, sobbing. She knew that she had to hold back her tears and walk on. But her way wasn't easy to go without her father.

---4 years later---

It started like every ordinary day. The sunshine filled Agrabah with warmth and striked the peaks of the palace's golden domes. It was a peaceful morning. The sound when the wind ran through the leaves was so nice that could make you feel relaxed.

Unfortunately, the atmosphere in the living room of the palace wasn't that relaxing.

"I'm awfully sorry, my friend," said Cassim the Sultan to his friend Comal – an another Sultan. "But I'm pretty sure that my son--- um----"

"He's late." said Cormal impatiently as he clicked his fingers on the table.

"Why, this is extremely strange, Father," his daughter said "I mean I think he's busy with something."

"Just a little. I think everyone can be--- OK with that, right?" said Cassim, shrugging his shoulder. Actually, when his son was late for any meeting, the one who's angriest is him. How could he stay calm when his only son purposely did that?

Suddenly the door was opened. An old man dashed in right at the moment Cormal was standing up to leave. All the people in the living room were staring at him, including the servants stood in the corner of the room who were busy with pouring some cups of tea. Everyone was waiting to the prince walked in.

But there was no prince came. "So, where is he?" asked Cassim as he took a deep breath, trying not to say some bad words.

"Oh yes, the prince---! Well, uhm, he's—prepared. Oh, and it took, well, a long time, right? Why, it's just—" that man stammered and tittered. He scratched his head for a good reason for the prince's absence, but unable to. Finally, he said with a deep sigh: "He is not here."

Like I told you guys, it was such a perfect morning with an atmosphere of peace and warmth which would really make you want to sing out loud. But destroyed that wonderful time of day and maybe also a whole day of people in Agrabah was a yell in rage: "ALADDIN-----!!!"

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