[ WP ] To impress Jasmine , Aladdin wished himself to become a prince . You are one of the attendants that got wished into existence , but after Aladdin 's parade you start to have an existential crysis .

I...'m not. I was. Am. 
 
 Everything had been hectic for the past few days. Help the prince, make food, entertain the people. I know how to do those, it is like I was meant to always do those. Everyone around me works fast and efficiently. 
 
 But, what? I know my life, how I got here and yet, no one knows me. They look me strange, ask me about things that I ought to know but do not. I wake up at night, feeling empty, without. 
 
 I see a divide. It is becoming clear now. Me, we, us, helping the prince, we, somehow, are not. We work, we do, we eat, sleep, breathe, think. And what? Nothing? We just, are? The people around us, they see purpose, some not, some lost it, but most do. But we? Almost like shells, connected through an idea of nothingness. I see it in my friends around me. They have noticed, too. 
 
 Last night, a priest came by. He asked for help, someone had gone missing in the dead of the night. The prince, he agreed to help. A friend of mine in the kitchens volunteered and some others, too. They set out into the night with flames, towards the palace. I'm feeling anxious for my friend, it is only about searching but the city is big. I hope he comes back quickly. 
 
 We found him, a shout was heard! Badly broken, somehow alive. I rushed to help him, forgotting the strings of my work. He was weak, my friend was weak and tired. The prince rushed in and that strange person followed him. They took him. I objected, loudly, but they said they'd help him. 
 
 We went out, the only thing in our minds finding who did this. We searched with the locals, they had also lost people. Door to door, tunnel to tunnel, we found nothing. As day came by, we were exhausted. We slept. 
 
 I felt frustrated. 
 
 The ground shook and I saw flash in the distance, a silhouette of buildings, collapsing. It was a mirage. 
 
 It hit me. Nothing. As if the space around me jerked but did n't. We went to work. The prince had charmed the princess. A wedding was coming. The frustration had settled under the rug. Still there, but out of sight. It was, good. The simple purpose I had seemed, good. I saw my friend in the kitchens by a glance, he was good! I was relieved. I felt, happy. But work was to be done. So we did. 
 
 I saw my friend again. He looked strange. It looked him and not. I remember this feeling from somewhere but can not put my finger on it. I must talk to him. But tomorrow is two days until the wedding, we must work. Tomorrow noon I will see him. 
 
 He was n't there. Now I see. Like before, when others looked at us. So easy was it to forget the thread of before, distract oneself. It felt good, being connected. 
 
 But he was n't there. He seemed lost, as if replaced by an earlier version in this new body. I tried to talk to him but could n't. I turned away. The feeling of before, I felt it, too. 
 
 It was the wedding early morning. The stars were still out but the sun was beginning to rise from behind the dunes. I was to go to the city for ornaments. My journey for the day would begin in a shop in the far end of the city. I set out. 
 
 I do not remember what happened. I felt bleeding, hurt, pain. A creature was there and then not. Then a loud noise and I started moving on my own, as if a god sent an angel to carry me towards. 
 
 Heaven? No. He was strong. I slept. 
 
 I felt a beep, it surrounded my cortex and then I heard it. The frequency was, pleasant, for all it matters. I opened my eyes and adjusted to the darkness. I took a breath. It was long, longer than ever before. And strong, so strong. Blood flowed into my brain and I sat up alert. I felt complete. Every muscle, tendon and bone in my body, I knew them. I flexed them all. It felt good. And hungry. 
 
 And there I saw him, standing in the corner. In a suit of black and blue and gray and gold, with red eyes. I lifted my hand to comb my hair and felt a rigid surface. It was my helmet. I looked at my hand, it was covered like he was. I was covered like he was, in armour. He lit a fire and I felt drawn to it. It made me feel stronger. And then I remembered, I was stabbed. 
 
 But I am not? My body was without harm. I jumped off the table and felt the weight removed from it. The fire felt good. I twitched from rock solid to a rhino on a run to a panther in the woods. 
 
 `` The suit will be your grave.'' He gave me a gun. I knew it, standard 7.62, good for the rock, rhino or panther. A scream rang out outside, I heard the prince shout orders. Something was there, a creature from another world. 
 
 The door crashed in and I saw it move slowly past me, everything was slow but me and him. 
 
 It was not heaven I was brought to.
