The evening breeze slipped through the window. The smell of the fresh air, the gentle caress of the wind against his face; there was nothing more soothing to the soul. The silk sheets were so cozy to slip under. His belly was so stuffed with food and drink from dinner. Aladdin leaned back and shut his eyes, still smiling as he let himself relax. It was finally time to rest.

His eyes opened as he shivered a bit, looking around for a moment to find the room completely empty. The spacious room was barren, except for the small fire in the fireplace, burning to ashes. The tiled floor showed no dirty footprints or spilled water. It was just him. He was all alone.

Aladdin pulled the large blanket from over him, standing up and wincing at the cold tile. He hurried over to the fireplace and grabbed a couple logs from nearby, throwing them onto the fire and poking at it a moment before the fire grew.

The warmth, oh, but that warmth was like nothing else. The smoke billowed up the fireplace while the heat, the heat came straight to him, cuddling him close. Like the most tender of goodnights, like the smooth caress of boobs against his face, the warmth fixed everything. The flames danced before him, like the visitors for Sindria had danced for the king this evening. The bright colors held his attention for a bit before he looked back towards his bed.

It seemed a shame that the bed was so far away, when the warmth was all right here.

He looked around before he decided how to act. Aladdin walked over to grab the blankets, he pushed the large chair in the room to the fireplace, and it was when he had all of this that he curled up tight in the seat and let his eyes drift to a close.

It was so nice here. It was certainly no bed, with its pillow like mattress. There was so much warmth to be had here though. He moved just the slightest bit closer as he felt that chill run through him again. Perhaps he was catching a fever. Maybe he was getting a warning for something. Whatever the reason, he felt the urge to run to his friends. He felt like he should leave his seat and toss the blankets aside, sprinting until he reached one of them.

A small piece of him told him that it was too late. He would never escape.

There was nothing to escape from though. It was peaceful as an ocean floor here. There wasn't a bit of discomfort to be found in the room. The room was as it should be. The fire crackled quietly in the fireplace in the most relaxing of ways. The warmth radiated into his blanket and bound itself there, warming him from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.

There was something though, a nagging voice murmured. There was something off about the room.

Not enough food, he decided, looking to the small fruit bowl sitting by the window. The bowl looked like it had been picked at. There wasn't nearly as much food as when he had entered. He looked a bit better and realized the peaches were gone. He must have eaten them, Aladdin decided as he shut his eyes.

The dreams he had. What dreams they were! Vivid colors danced before his eyes. Books, thousands of books… he was back with Ugo. Now he was wandering the plains of a field. Then he was in the desert. These scenes flickered so quickly passed his face. Without any ability to stop them, he let them pass, not minding the changes as the heat remained a constant. The warmth was nice.

In his dreams, he felt the first drips of rain, a bright blue rain. It fell over his shoulders, freezing to his body. He shivered, he shook. He scratched at the rain upon his skin. He tried to move away. There wasn't any escape from the downfall. There was simply too much of it. There was far too much rain falling around him. He couldn't figure out what to do. He covered his eyes in worry as he tried to think. The desert sand was still under his feet. He looked around himself as he took in the scenery of his dreams.

There was so much sand. There were towering rock cliffs in the distance.

And then in the heat there was a lush greenery.

He hurried for that, trying to escape the quickly freezing rainfall that seemed to fall from the cloudless skies. It didn't make sense that there would be rain in the desert. Perhaps the desert had been lonely without it though.

The figure stood before the flames. A black sun in his dreams; they raised their wand to the air and the flames were changed, the plants and the gardens around them were frozen in place. The smallest rosebuds were frozen even to the smallest dew drops that graced their petals. Aladdin's eyes were glued to the man before him though. His eyes were wide from the shock.

Never had there been another in his dreams. Never had he been able to imagine someone to such details. He reached out quietly, touching the other before he saw the crimson colored gaze fall onto him. He stared at the other in silence for a moment in wonder.

How had he gotten in here? How was this possible? Why him? What was happening to the area? The sun had run off, leaving this black sun to stand before him.

That breeze from his bedroom hit his body, only for Aladdin to realize he was sweating. The warmth vanished from all around him, as though gravity had stolen it to feed the chill approaching him from all sides. He stared up at the other and the other stared back. Then…

Then there was pain.

A thousand agonizes bits of pain, the pain so terrible it ripped at him from the inside. He cried out, but then there was ice. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move. He saw that he was standing in his dream, but the pain, the pain in his lower half of the body. He felt like his face had begun to bleed. He felt like his chest had been hit once, twice, thrice. He couldn't breathe!

The air! Where had the air gone!? He tried to open his mouth more, to say something to the man before him, that black sunlight. He tried to reach out to touch him once more. The other vanished from before him. Aladdin listened as the whisper came, low but firm.

"More, Chibi. You need to loosen up before I loosen you up."

He didn't understand. He looked around, trying to move, but his arms. He found his arms surrounded in blue flames, no ice, no… he wasn't sure. His vision had begun to spin. He couldn't feel his arms or legs. The pain was descending upon him in more exponential ways. He tried to move more, but he felt something dig into his face.

He screamed, not knowing what else to do. He thrashed erratically from the oppressing hold that was on him. He felt something slip over his shoulder, perhaps a hand, an arm? He didn't know. Teeth began to bite into the soft skin of his neck, making him begin to weep, trying to find the air to continue to cry with. The air, what little there way, it barely did anything to help. He needed more. Needed it so badly. He wasn't sure what he could do without it.

He cried harder as the darkness enclosed around him. His vision swam in nothingness. He sobbed and sobbed, calling out for someone. Anyone. He needed to wake up. He wanted to.

He felt something flood through his pained lower regions. He felt the touch of something between his legs, making him split them quickly. He didn't want to see the other again. "Please stop," he begged to the other, looking up at him. "Please-AH"

A smiling, kind Judal met his view, but his chest. His chest felt so exposed, not in the naked sense, but like someone had ripped him open and wasn't going to sew him up. He was scared. He dared not look down. What if he did to find nothing there? It was so cold. It was so terribly cold.

Someone please.

Aladdin called out again, to another friend. He called out to someone, anyone, whoever could take the pain away.

He didn't want to hurt anymore.

The other seemed to pull away after a bit, making Aladdin look up in surprise before he screamed. His eyes opened as he tried to sit up in bed, but he couldn't breathe. There was a pounding at the door a moment before the thing was thrown open. Alibaba ran into the room, pausing a moment before he was yelling out the door, rousing the whole palace from slumber.

It was a bit extreme for a nightmare.

Aladdin looked down, feeling bile rise to his mouth as he saw the marks on his body. He looked over to Alibaba, his vision beginning to swim. The blond looked over to him and shook his head. "I'm sorry," the boy told Aladdin. "I'm so sorry, Aladdin."

Aladdin felt his vision swim a moment before he was unconscious.