The Small One

Chapter 9

"Do you like reading or writing more?" Ok, so this chapter was supposed to be apart of chapter 8.8 but I was like: "eh... nah, it too long." So yeah. And also, I felt it was necessary to end that chapter off where it was.

Sinbad

At the moment, the generals, including Yamuraiha, who had woken up, were in a meeting, discussing what to do about Jafar. After the other day, where Jafar explained that no one was in danger by any spells that would turn them into djinns, they were debating about if they should keep him or not.

"He could be valuable information and a hostage." Drakon suggested. Sinbad shook his head.

"Information, maybe, but hostage? I don't think Al Tharmen even care about what happens to him." Drakon sighed and nodded. Sharrkan hit his hands together.

"I say we throw him out of Sindria!" He yelled. Everyone turned to him.

"Weren't you one of the closest to him? You actually cried over him when you couldn't find him." Hinahoho asked, worriedly. Sharrkan chuckled.

"That's because I thought he was up to something bad. I don't care about his ass. He could go die or something and I wouldn't care." Hinahoho sighed and shook his head. He probably knew Sharrkan was only acting like this for everyone else's sake, too. Sinbad groaned. This meeting was giving him a headache.

"I-I agree with Sharrkan!" Pisti put in. Everyone's eyes widened. The two that had gotten the closest to Jafar wanted him gone. "Well, I agree with when he said that he could die, I mean..." Ok. That just made Sinbad's heart stop. Now they were discussing killing the kid!? "Just think about it. If we let him go, he'd eventually come back withAl Tharmen. He had gotten close to all of us, so he'd know our weaknesses, we'd be outmatched. It'd be better if w-we just k-kill him." Sinbad rubbed his temples.

"Who else agrees?" He asked. Almost everyone raised their hands, sadly. They all looked so down, which Sinbad didn't blame them for. But damn, this will be hard for him to do. Jafar was only 18... He still had a long life ahead of him, and he had done nothing exactly wrong. Except maybe kill a few people. "Alright, we'll get preparations ready. Let this be a message to Al Tharmen." Sinbad stated as he stood. The others did as well.

Jafar

"You see that!? They don't care about you! They're going to kill you without a second thought!" Judar yelled into Jafar's face as the white screen went away. Secretly, Judar had been showing Jafar what had been going on in the palace ever since he'd been locked up. Judar then disappeared just as quick as he appeared. Now Jafar was just heartbroken.

He really didn't want his life to end, but if it's what his friends chose for him, he wouldn't put any kind of fight. Slowly, Jafar took both white and black rocks and circled his friends on the wall. He then wrote something above it right as the cell door opened. "I-I'm sorry, Jafar-..."

"I know, let's just get it done with already, shit." Jafar responded. Sinbad was shocked for a moment but regained his composure. He undid the chains connected to the wall but kept the chains that were connected to each other by the ankles there. Jafar and Sinbad walked down the halls of the palace, coming to the courtyard. The other generals walked behind them as Jafar came to a sudden stop. Sinbad turned around.

"What is it?" He asked. Jafar chuckled.

"I'll miss you all, truly. It was fun... seeing you all again." He stated. Everyone exchanged looks. "Again?" Jafar then took a deep inhale. He looked up and exhaled. "The truth is... my mission was supposed to be to turn you all into djinn's to destroy the country, but I never did so." Sinbad quickly grabbed the hilt of his sword, along with the other generals with their weapons. "No need..." Jafar told them, a tear drop sliding down his cheek. "The only thing I did was put all the magic it would take to turn you all into Djinn's and kept it within myself. When I set it all off, I'll die... So there's no need to worry..." He explained.