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Jasmine

"Heh, heh! I'm free. I'm free. Quick, quick, wish for something outrageous. Say "I wish for the Nile." Wish for the Nile. Try that!"

"Uh, I wish for the Nile"

"No way!! Oh does that feel good! I'm free! I'm free at last! Time to see the world!"

The genie was like an excited kid. It was adorable, and completely understandable.

"I still need to go rescue Aladdin. Want to tag along so you can say goodbye before you head off for parts unknown?"

"Sure! It's been ten thousand years, I can wait a few more hours, and the kids a pal! Be good to see him safe."

OK. Rescue. Lets do this.

I see I can move things from place to place now. Can I just fetch him? No. Seal of Solomon. I can't even touch the box without being trapped myself.

The genie too? Yes, of course.

OK. Who can touch the box? Any normal human.

Are there fishermen around? Plenty.

Are any of them trustworthy? I can't answer that.

Are there any who have a track record of honest dealing? Yes.

"OK. I have a plan. Lets go"

A step, and I was at the sea front. I probably should have accounted for the fisherman's reaction when I appeared right in front of him.

"By Allah! A spirit! I-"

"No, no. I'm no spirit. I'm Princess Jasmine. I'm, uh, being assisted by this Genie"

The Genie stuck out his hand.

"Pleased ta meetcha"

The fisherman started babbling incoherently, looking completley unsure whether to run or genuflect.

"I wish to hire your boat and services. Will this be enough?"

Reach and twist and a bag of gold the size of a coconut appeared in my hands. Of course it was enough - it would set up the man's family for generations - but it's not like it was being put to good use in the catacomb I got it from.

Apparently money is very clarifying and the man rapidly found his wits.

"But of course, Princess. That will be, uh, more than adequate."

He reached for the gold and it disappears again.

"Payment on job completion of course."

"It's low tide at the moment so we can't sail right now, but if you can just wait a few hours..."

"I'm in a bit of a rush. What do you need to sail now?"

"Well, we can't get the boat to the water. I suppose we could put a team together but it will take nearly as long as just waiting."

"Oh is that all?"

Reach, twist, push. Suddenly the three of us were in his boat and well out to sea.

"Who else do you need?"

"Ah, my son and my men but they are currently-"

Here.

"Right, lets get going."

The genie was looking at me a bit slack jawed.

"You, uh, you adapted to power fast."

"I'm a princess. I've had my entire life to adapt to power. This is just a bit more immediate."

Aladdin

Ugh, where am I?

The last I remember was Jaffar -

Jaffar. I sat bolt upright, only to be confronted by an exuberant Genie.

"Al! Good to see you back in the land of the living!"

"Genie! Did you rescue me? How!?"

"Actually..."

"Jasmine!"

I looked at her. To my new genie senses she glowed like the sun.

"How did you - I - what - "

"I don't mean to steal your thunder, Al, but she is a much better wisher than you are."

"I don't understand. What happened? Where's Jaffar?"

Jasmine smiled. It... was a bit of a scary smile to be honest.

"I don't think we need to worry about him any more."

Suddenly the genie's ears perked up and his head swivelled around.

"Uh. I... think that might not be true."

In the distance, dark clouds were gathering.

Jaffar

I can't believe I lost the lamp to that... that insolent child, Jasmine. She will pay for this.

But first I need to protect myself. I am immortal, but as she had proven it was easy enough to incapacitate me. Then it was simply a matter of time to find my heart.

So I have to make defeating me too high cost.

First, it was time to unmask. Jasmine had proved there was no point still pretending.

I stride into the throne room. The Sultan is there with a number of courtiers.

"Ah, Jaffar! I've been meaning to come - "

A brief exertion of power and a wave of my staff. I don't really need the staff now, but it helps.

"You are my slave."

"Of course, Jaffar, whatever you say."

I looked at the rest of the courtiers.

"You are all my slaves."

They rumble their assent.

An excellent first step.