You're My Freedom

Market Day Is a Miracle

Aladdin smiled as the wind ruffled his hair while staring out the window. Balbadd was in full swing with preparing for the summer festival in the next couple of days, and Aladdin couldn't help but watch them in curiosity. Merchants were setting up their stands, with colorful banners in front to attract attention. They even were kind enough to give some of the kids a free fruit. It wasn't market day just yet.

Alibaba told him countless times how this was his favorite time of year. Father would let him and Morgiana go out and talk with the people, visit stands, and have fun. No stupid work, no restricting on where to go in the city, and the people treated him like a normal teenager. And he loved it. "You're going with me this year. Bout time you got a good taste of the city. The good side." Alibaba told him.

Aladdin smiled to himself. He was always so kind and looking out for him. He never imagined his life could be so great. Food on the table (Great food at that), shelter (A grand one as well), and some great friends. Yamraiha had been teaching him magic for the last month and she now deemed him safe enough to start training with psychic type moves. Although she keeps him using small moves at the moment, such as confusion. It was a low based psychic basically but it doesn't do much. It mostly does what its name suggests. It confuses people.

One time Aladdin accidently used it and gave Alibaba a splitting headache. Alibaba lost count of how many times he apologized while telling him it was okay. Morgiana was just over in the corner laughing with Yamraiha at it.

Alibaba wasn't slacking either. Aladdin caught him practicing his fire magic the other day and boy was it a sight.

Alibaba was in the middle of the courtyard. It was the largest courtyard in the castle. Aladdin assumed so that way the flames wouldn't light the building on fire.

Alibaba put his hands in front of him with one over the other. A spiral started forming in the middle of it. Soon it enlarged into a circle the size of his head. He moved one of his hands upward toward the sky and it followed. Alibaba clenched his fists and a powerful burst of fire came forth erupting like a gyser. It sprouted up at least twenty feet in the sky.

Aladdin stared in awe. It made that psychic attack he did look like nothing. But that didn't last for long. The fire started to lose its momentum and soon sprouted out like a fountain around him. Alibaba panicked as he hastily extinguished the fire and the small flames on the ground. Aladdin giggled as he left before he was spotted.

The thought of that moment just drove more determination into him to get stronger. He couldn't help or repay Alibaba if he was weak. Aladdin took a sniff of the air, taking in the sweet scent of fruits and pies with his noise. But something was different. He sniffed it again. What was that? And why did it sound so welcoming? He shook his head. "I'll find out in a few days." he thought. He was going to find it when he went with Alibaba. It smelled way to familiar to just let go.

Down at the market, Bakaira was walking around the market, searching for any sign of her son. She knew she could go to the King but didn't want to have to bother him with a simple search mission. If he was kidnapped he probably wouldn't know how to travel and she assumed he looked a lot like her. If she couldn't find him in the next week then she would go to the king.

She had on a basic, tan traveling cloak and the hood was pulled over her head. No one could see her ears or tail but she didn't really care about that. She just wanted to see her son again. Sinbad used his powerful psychic abilities to teleport her to the entrance of the city.

She shook her head. "Sometimes I swear he was blessed with too much magic for an umbreon." she muttered knowing umbreon's mostly were into physical attacks. She sniffed the air checking for any signs of a smell like her son, but couldn't find any. She knew it was probably washed out by the years of seperation, but she couldn't help but check. Any thread of hope she would grab.