Chapter One

Diamonds In The Rough

For those of you who don't know who I am, I'll give you a brief description. I'm a parrot. That's really all you need to know. Oh yeah, my name is Iago.

I don't come to the nightclub much anymore, the House of Mouse isn't exactly my thing to being with, but it could be worse. I'm just glad that Mickey was gracious enough to let me in, I'd been needing the social outlet for a while now. But I'm getting ahead of myself aren't I? I might as well give you some background information first while I still can, and don't get mad if I start yelling for I am in a nightclub after all.

My life is not special really, it all started back in Agrabah when I was under the service of Jafar, the Grand Vizier to the Sultan. Let's just say that there's more than one diamond in the rough other than Aladdin in that story. Jafar "found" me after I fell out of a tree because some stupid kid decided to throw an apple at my head. So there I was, both of my wings broken and my head slightly throbbing from the apple, lying in the sand and dirt of the street. Jafar apparently thought it would be a good idea if he took me in, which would've been fine if he wasn't a crazy a psychopath bent on world domination. I hated every minute of it. Jafar was probably, no is, the most cruel person that I ever met. It was even worse when he started the executions.

The Street Rats of the city were becoming a problem, the Sultan wanted to build a large building for them to live in and try to rehabilitate them which would've worked if Jafar hadn't ordered the guards to kill them. I was out enjoying the night air when I heard it, the sound of a screaming child and his mother. I flew over and perched myself on the nearest tree and saw the body.

"Go inside" the mother to the child, who was a boy about 6 or 7 years old, coincidentally if I were a human I would've been the same age, "Will he be coming back?" the boy asked looking down at the body who I presumed to be the boy's father, "No" the mother said quietly and then ushered her son back in the house. Curiosity getting the better of me, I left the tree and went down to the body and noticed that it wasn't quite dead.

"Sir?" I asked poking him with my talon, "You okay?" The man could barely move but he was able to talk to me with the turn of his head, "Bird" he said, "Watch over him, the boy. Make sure he-" he struggled to breathe, "survives." I nodded my head yes and helped him stand up, "Aren't you going back in there?" I asked, feeling concern for the family, "No" he answered, "It's dangerous with the guards killing people. I've become a liability to them" "Well" I continued, "If I'm going to watch over someone, I'd to know their name at least" The man smiled, "His name is Aladdin" I stared at him again, "What's the catch?" "He cannot know about you" he said and before I could blink, he was gone-vanished into thin air.

Walking over to the window, I noticed a few things, for one the house was small, barely any furniture, two, the mother looked sick, three, the kid was same one that threw the apple at me. Talk about irony. "You've got to be kidding" I said to myself, "It's that stupid kid who ruined my life...and I'm supposed to protect him." I sighed, it could've been worse. After all, anything was better than being with Jafar.

Aladdin, what a stupid name, but then again Iago isn't the best either. I would've much preferred Nicodemus but I'm not complaining or anything.

"Come on dear" the mother said walking over to the bed, "It's time for bed" Aladdin got up from the small chair he was sitting in and walked over quite sadly to the bed. As soon as he was settled in the mother began to sing a song, it went like this:

Come now child, rest your head

Nothing can harm you not even the dead.

Sleep and dream, dream and sleep

When you wake I will be here

watching over you.

Little child, sweet child

Life of my world.

Let your worries disappear

and know that I am here.

Sleep and dream, dream and sleep,

the moon is bright like silver.

The night is here and I am near

to watch over you.

To this day that is the only song that makes my cry. Aladdin may not remember it, I don't expect him to, but that still rings in my heart, and that voice! The sound of an angel coming down to Earth.

I was memorized to say the least, at that moment I knew that I had to keep my promise to the father. That would mean going over Jafar, the Sultan and the Higher Powers, but it was something that I had to do, if not for Aladdin's sake but for my own.