Aladdin was flying around on Carpet with Abu. It was good to have him as friend, he could take him to far away places and unknown lands.
Which he could steal eventually and slowly collect a big amount of good memories from his adventures.
The time was passing really quick. They have been flying for hours. The sun was bright and slightly warm but not as hot as his home.
Carpet was starting to feel dizzy and tired and Abu was hungry and nauseated. Aladdin was planning to stop but then Carpet had a relapse and fell all wrapped up into a green forest.
In an attempt to prevent getting to much hurt or die, Aladdin grabbed Abu and shrank his body, all curled up, ready for the big hit.
Luckily, the forest had soft and comfy trees, who bolstered him and Abu’s tiny body. Still, they both hurt their backs and their hair was full of small leafs and tiny sticks.
With his face frowned and an eyebrow raised, Aladdin removed all the leafs from his body and hair and shook his dirty and torn up pants.
After pulling his vest straight he checked if Abu was fine and placed him on his shoulders. Now he had to find Carpet and make sure he was alright.
He looked around. He as never seen a place like that before. Everything was green and quiet. Suddenly he heard the river’s course. Water. Carpet could be there.
Slowly he entered deeper the forest, withdrawing the tall green sticks away. His guard was up. He reached the river but Carpet wasn’t there.
He took both of his hands to his head and passed them by his hair. Abu was starved, they couldn’t find Carpet and they were pretty much lost.
Suddenly he heard steps. He quickly grabbed Abu and hid behind the tall green sticks, hoping whoever or whatever it was didn’t see them.
A young man showed up. He had very weird clothes and his eyes where probably the most remarkable feature. Aladdin narrowed his eyes. He had a sword. That meant he could kill them if he saw them. Aladdin was unarmed.
He held his breath and placed his right hand on Abu’s mouth. The man’s eyes where starring in their direction.
“Hel - ” began Ping, and cleared his throat. "Hello?“ His voice still sounded unnaturally loud and high-pitched (or naturally high-pitched, depending on which way you looked at it). Blinking drops of water away, the young recruit swiped at his wet skin with the back of his dusty sleeve - and so the good of the refreshing water was gone anyway. Now Ping could see better, as he squinted into the thick growth of the bamboo by the lake, but he still had no idea who - if anybody - was there. Or what they wanted…or if they were armed. Fresh from training, Ping’s knuckles were bruised and sore - he’d sneak glances at Yao’s flattened, broken finger joints and shudder. If that was what sparring did to you, Ping wasn’t sure he wanted to learn it.
Of course, that left him with virtually no defense against an attacker; useless in training until Captain Shang decided they were ready for more than the basics, his sword lay forgotten on the bedroll in his tent. The young recruit’s teeth and nails would be no good against somebody with a bow and arrow and - Ping felt as if he was going to wet himself right then and there, because what if it was a Hun? Terror closed up his throat and seized his muscles. Ping couldn’t have taken a step closer, not for all the wealth in the Middle Kingdom.