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[center][h1][color=firebrick]Jafar Sholeh[/color], [color=MediumOrchid]Freya Beauchamp[/color] and [color=red]Captain Hook[/color] - Present Day - The Moors Castle[/h1][/center]

The sudden outburst of Hook's bold entrance had Jafar's head turning, clutching onto his cobra-headed staff with both hands in a defensive stance. His dark eyes fell upon Hook's figure, a snarl curling over his lip as utter detestation for the man began to boil the blood in his veins. He wasn't sure what it was, but there was something about the Pirate that set his hairs on end; something he just simply didn't like. Every time Maleficent went to go see him, she returned in a foul mood and this day was no different. So perhaps it was sheer protectiveness that kept him hating the man; an overpowering instinct that drove him to always want his Queen in high spirits.

Jafar had every intention to simply stand back and watch with keen eyes - this was between Hook and Maleficent, after all. But the very moment the the Pirate called her a foul witch, he simply lost it.

Stepping between Maleficent and Hook, a powerful torrent of fire emitted from Jafar's staff, spiraling down onto the floor and "sticking," creating a protective wall between himself and the Pirate, drastically changing the temperature of the room but the Sultan didn't seem the least bit bothered. In fact, after the barrier of fire had stabilized, Jafar returned to holding his staff with one hand and walked through the flames, using his staff as a walking aid. He was physically untouched, the fire seeming to part for him as he passed through and faced Hook head-on.

[color=firebrick]"I'd have chosen [i]cooler[/i] words if I were you, Pirate. Now things are [i]really[/i] starting to [i]heat up[/i]!"[/color]

There were few things Hook despised with his black heart more than magic, one of those things being Pan of course. But Hook never wavered as the magician Jafar created a wall of fire only to walk through it and face him. He saw it as bad form, having an unfair advantage in battle among other aspects. But this was no matter to the great captain, he had faced death many a time before and this silly magician didn’t scare him in the slightest. Using his left hand he grabbed his flintlock, and pulled back the cock with his hook as he raised it to aim in the face of Jafar

[color=red]“I have no quarrel with you sorcerer, though I find it bad form to use magic. Though you are in between me and my hat, and if you do not step aside we will have a quarrel.”[/color] Hook said, with his finger laying ever so lightly on the trigger of his flintlock, waiting to pull the trigger. 

[color=firebrick]"Your quarrel with me started when you threatened my Queen."[/color] Jafar answered cooly, his eyes unblinking in the sight of staring down the barrel of a gun. [color=firebrick]"And the only [i]bad form[/i] I see here is your [i]slithering[/i] incompetence of handling quite a [i]venomous[/i] weapon."[/color] At first his words were extremely unclear, but as a second or two more passed by, the flintlock in Hook's hand began to change; shifting and twisting until the solid form of a cobra was being held in the pistols place. The head of the snake twisted back to face Hook, it's hood flaring and it's jaw dropping to allow a hiss to come from it. Venom dripped from its fangs as it reared it's head back, ready to strike it's victim.

[color=MediumOrchid]“..enough…”[/color]

Her voice was soft though filled with venom as the word rang clear for all in the room to hear- she wasn’t in the mood for their quarreling; it was all they ever did when they were placed in the same room as one another… it got old, and fast. Feeling a small bout of nausea rush over her person, Freya turned her head away and off to the side, her dark eyes closing for but a moment in an attempt to wait for it to pass though when it felt as if it was there to stay, she turned herself around, her feet carrying her across the room and over to the table where she proceeded to pour herself a goblet of water, being sure to step over all and any motionless bodies that were lain in her path.

[color=MediumOrchid]“I am sick of it… It is all you two ever do..!”[/color] Slamming the base of the jug back down onto the surface of the table and causing the water inside to slosh about, she lifted the goblet to her lips, taking her time to down the contents before she turned back to face them both, the sound of metal clanging over the ground filling the throne room as she threw the goblet she had been using in their general direction, her voice growing more and more angered by the second, causing for her eyes to flash over a bright gold in color under the large hat she still wore almost proudly upon her head.

[color=MediumOrchid]“For years I have put up with your petty squabbles; I will have none..! No longer..!”[/color] Pushing herself away from the table, she took a couple of steps forward, her finger pointing threateningly at each of them in turn before she continued on, her other hand instinctively coming up to press lightly against her stomach, [color=MediumOrchid]“When this child comes into the world; this war raging between you two will come to an end, or so help me… I will see you both to ruin..!”[/color]

That wretched wizard, now Hook had to go get a new flintlock. He brought up his hook as the cobra attempted to strike him, and caught the serpent right in the mouth. Hook held the snake to the side like a fish still dangling from the line. Then before he could retaliate he heard his sister speak up. He turned his attention to her as she expressed her distaste for their constant fighting. Next thing he knew a goblet was flying in their direction. He twisted his body and leaned back to dodge it. Then what his sister said next made his heart skip a beat. He looked into his sister’s eyes, not comprehending what he had just heard. His lips parted ever so lightly as he tried to piece things together in his head. A child, this world… He looked down at her hand placed upon her stomach, and that was when it hit him. She was pregnant. 

He did not like the emotions he was feeling right now. He was morose, and slightly angry. He wouldn't feel this way if they were back home on earth. There it would be safe to raise a child, but this land he did not see fit for a child. Not one of his sisters, anyways, not his own blood. After standing there in silence for a long moment he finally spoke softly, just above a whisper

[color=red]“How long… how far along is the child?”[/color]

Pausing in the silence for what felt like a lifetime, Freya let her dark eyes meet with that of her brother’s, the look in them making it clear that he wasn’t happy with the news she had just let slip- the thought of a child being brought into the world was supposed to be a happy one… it was something she believed that he would have celebrated with her; nevertheless it appeared, as always, that she had been mistaken…

[color=MediumOrchid]“..twelve weeks…”[/color]

Then it clicked in his mind. The only person she had been with for years had been Jafar. Hook's blood boiled hot. He met his sister's gaze, then slowly he turned his head to Jafar, with rage in his eyes.

[color=red]“You defiled my sister with your venomous seed you evil serpent, I'll kill you!”[/color] Hook shouted. He grabbed the snake and tossed it aside as he raised his iron hook to strike at the magician, and his forget-me-not blue eyes flashed blood red.

Jafar stood there in stunned silence, watching the two talk over perhaps the most shocking news he had ever received in his life. Freya was pregnant. Freya was pregnant with [i]his[/i] child. Freya was pregnant with his child for four months... and hadn't bothered to utter a single word to him before now.

It wasn't the first time he was told he was going to be a father - his late wife Sherrezade had also been pregnant, a whole lifetime ago. But he never got the chance to be a father. The Sultan claimed his wife for his own harem, and shortly after, died in child birth. Those two instances in his life, as heartbreaking as they were, still amounted no nothing in comparison as to how numb he now felt. And that's all he could feel at the moment. Numb.

And if that weren't enough, Hook started going on about his sister. The words hardly registered. No, if Freya had a brother, she would have told him by now. Surely she wouldn't have kept something like that from him all these years. And yet... she hadn't bothered to tell him about his own child...

His eyes were staring off, giving the both of them his profile on each side and bowed his head down. Instinct told him Hook was coming for him, and instinct had his arm raising for use of his magic. Hook was lifted into the air by an invisible hand by the throat, Jafar's hand mimicking the motion as though Hook's throat was in his hand. He raised his arm a bit higher, letting Hook dangle for a small while before, with all the rage he could muster, threw Hook's doll-like body across the room, caring not where he ended up or how hard he had treated their guest - Freya's brother.

[color=firebrick]"It would be wise for you to leave, Pirate."[/color] Jafar said softly, scarily calm for the situation, still refusing to look at either of them.

Hook flew across the room, stopping only when he came into contact with the wall, and fell to the ground. He lay there for a moment to catch his breath, and recompose himself. It had all happened so fast; the news, his outburst, and Jafar. He took a deep breath, then stood up off the ground and brushed himself off ever so lightly, and gave a small tug on his coat. He took a step forward with his right foot when he felt a pain in his ankle. When he fell from the air he had landed on it wrong and sprained it. He simply continued to walk with a limp over to his dear sister and looked down into her dark eyes under the brim of the large hat she had stolen from him. He gently lifted it from her head and placed it back on his own, adjusting it for a moment before speaking. 

[color=red]“My dear sister… You have let this snakes venom cloud your mind.”[/color] He said softly. Hook didn't want to believe that Jafar was up to anything good. The entire time they were together, not once did Hook approve of his sisters lover. 

[color=red]“Goodbye, Freya”[/color] Hook turned his head and limped to the door he had came through with his head held high. He looked back at his sister once more before opening the doors and leaving the throne room. 

Jafar was still... not once looking at Maleficent or Hook as the pirate spoke to her and left. Instead, he kept his dark eyes on the ruby eyes of the cobra headed snake, his hand on the shaft twisting it slowly a bit to the right and then back to the left, though the eyes never left him. Not even when the large doors of the room closed with a loud [i]slam[/i] did he even stir. A storm was building up within him, and there was nowhere for it to go but out.

This wasn't at all how she had been planning on telling him about both her pregnancy, or that Hook was indeed her brother... How long had she been trying to work up the courage just to speak either aloud..? Being with him was so easy; it was right- and even though she would never admit it to anyone... it was something she would chose above anything else.... but speaking to him about important matters as this-... well, that was a different matter altogether...

Hesitating a moment upon the spot in which she stood, Freya kept her dark gaze upon the man she had loved for as long as she could now remember, her heart fluttering and her mind seeming to protest her actions as she took a couple of steps forward and towards him, her hand reaching out so that the tips of her fingers lightly touched against the side of his arm.

[color=MediumOrchid]"..Jafar, I-..."[/color]

[color=firebrick]"No!"[/color] Jafar jerked his arm away from Maleficent quickly, her touch, above all things, something he simply could not handle right then. The flames in the room intensified nearly double at the single word, as though they were connected, but then died down again when the echo of his voice finally settled. His head turned to look at her, his eyes narrowing and changing color - blood red where the whites of his eyes were, and the pupils black, thin and dilated; a careful mix of the ruby eyes of his staff and of a cobra itself. Each and every muscle on his body was tight, coiled as it were, ready to spring at any sudden provocation. 

Despite the news of having a second chance at being a father, his mind instead rested upon the one solid fact that had him second guessing just about everything. She had lied to him. Thirteen years her servant - ten years her lover, and not once did she bring up to him the fact that the pirate he had spent years loathing in her favor was her own blood. How many times had they laid together, talking into the late hours of the night over the most personal of things? He had learned long ago where she came from; where she [i]truly[/i] came from. Earth. He still didn't fully understand it... but he was able to understand that she was not Maleficent, but the heir of, taking on her name in a matter of respect and tribute. He understood she grew up in a land without magic. He understood that her mother had tried to end her life, bringing her to live in this realm. He even understood she had a brief life in Camelot as she was trying to find herself. So why, in Allah's name, hadn't she the courage to tell him of her brother? Of their [i]child[/i]?

Jafar's nostrils flared, and his jaw tightened as did his grip on his staff. He raised his free arm, the back of his hand poised and stiff and his eyes growing more wild as he readied himself to strike her. But then, just as the movement in his arm started, something changed his mind. The motion continued in his hand though swung around to his opposite side where he gripped the staff just underneath his opposite hand. His body was forced to turn in the motion, his shoulders hunching and then, suddenly, the sorcerer was sliding down the shaft of the staff until his knees hit the floor. His head hung and his eyes closed tightly.

[color=firebrick]"بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم. الحمد لله رب العالمين . بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم . مالك يوم الدين. اليك وحده أعبد و اليك وحده أطلب المساعدة. تدلني على الطريق المستقيم . الطريق من أولئك الذين عندك فضل . لا طريق أولئك الذين يكسبون غضبك ولا من الضالين."[/color]

It sounded like mumbling, quiet and reserved, but to a native of Agrabah, it was a prayer. Jafar wasn't necessarily a strong religious man. He prayed occasionally, and honored Allah's name, but this was different. This was unlike him, completely.

[color=firebrick]"Allah does not burden a soul beyond that it can bear."[/color] His eyes looked up, retaining their normal, dark brown color, to meet with Maleficent's, though he could only hold the gaze for short of a few seconds before he looked away, tears glistening in his eyes. [color=firebrick]"...I'm sorry..."[/color] A small cyclone of spinning fire encased the sorcerer, seeming to swallow him up until it slowly faded into the air, and Jafar was gone.