Prelude

There was nothing but sand. He stretched his vision over the horizon while steadily turning on the spot but still there was only sand. All day he’d been here, wandering through this golden hell, mumbling and grumbling and muttering and stumbling and cursing his sense of direction, or lack thereof.

 It was two hours of jagged walking before he noticed a glint in the sand. It couldn’t have been anything that would rescue him but he still found himself running through the desert towards the thing, sand slipping beneath his feet as if trying to pull him away.

 Finally, he reached the glint and he collapsed onto his knees before it, leaning over so as to see what exactly it was.

 Gold gleamed back at him, and he could tell by the way the sand was gathered around it that there was something buried here. Franticly, he began scooping away at the object until enough of it was free that he could pull it up. Grains fell away from the lamp as he held it up in front of him. He was momentarily struck by the beauty of it, not a scratch or scuff could be found on the thing.

 He found himself mesmerized and he reached his thumb over to rub the lamp.

 And Jafar was released.

Author's Note

All feedback welcome!
(It's a little short at the moment, but it's at it's first draft stage).

Reviews

[slfisher89]

Well done; painted the landscape, created a mysterious and intriguing feel; that lures the reader.