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Solomon & Aladdin

Night Three:

Hello, Baba

"I didn't want to forget him! I refuse to forget the name of my own son who died by father's hand!" Amon merely stared sadly at me as I struggled to hold in the sobs rocking my body, but a few tears escaped anyway. Alibaba was wide eyed as he comprehended what I had just said.

"Your... Your father" He choked out. "killed your son?!" I nodded, making a decision.

"I need this, Alibaba, so I will always remember the mistakes I had made in the past. Aladdin was to come here, not me. In a way, he is here. Just through me. However... I do this all so that the ones who pushed David to kill Aladdin will be vulnerable for what's coming. They think we all died in the war... I'm simply avenging my son."

Alibaba opened his mouth to speak once more, but eventually sighed in defeat.

What happened?... Ah, yes. Alibaba became my King Candidate without his knowing, he getting Amon, and... we got separated. As we were transported out, we were sent in different directions, the three of us.

I can't say anything for the illegitimate prince, but my own transport went rather bad. I wasn't anywhere near Qishan, from what I could tell. I had landed wrong, staff somehow out of reach, and broke my jaw, possibly a rib, right arm, and possibly my hip. Lovely. Eyebrows together, I stared up at the bright sky, not a cloud in sight. But then a shadow obscured my vision, causing me to get distracted. From that, I lost my concentration of numbing my injuries and moved, excruciating pain going up my spine. Then I noticed the figure of which the shadow came from, a red haired male. No more than seventeen or so, I would say.

"-him up." I blinked. What? Arms gripped me and lifted me onto a horse, not without me struggling however.

"Release me, now." I ordered, a magic circle forming on my injuries to begin healing them. As soon as they went numb, I twisted and kicked one of the men's arms, flipping over to land on the other's shoulders and bending back to make him let go. I flipped again and landed on the grass filled planes, braid flying back in the wind and therefore showing my neck. Ah, well, that's the least of my worries now.

The one who first heard speak stepped forward. It was hard to hear through the pounding of my head, or heartbeat, but I managed to get the gist.

"We just want to help you... you're hurt. We were going to take you back to our camp to let our healer look at you." I stared at him for a moment before responding. "...Fine. However, none of you will touch me. I can heal myself just fine, but if it will calm your nerves then I will let your healer look at my injuries. And for your information, I am a magician and yes, my jaw is broken. Just point in the direction and I'll be going ahead, unless you can keep up."

It was nice, seeing their shocked and bewildered expressions when I said I had a broken jaw. But then the one, the first one, had a glint in his eye to my last words.

With a flick of my wrist, small, flaming wings gathered at my ankles as I begin to float. He pointed to my left, where faint smoke was going into the air. I immediately began to fly that way. Much to my surprise, the teen was next to me within moments. I hummed to myself. This was as fast as I could go without my staff-oh crap. I stopped in my tracks, a backlash forming and knocking me to the ground. I cursed myself.

"Hey! Are you sure you're-"

"Where is it?! Where is my staff?!" I shouted, eyes blazing, no doubt flickering between colors. For once I didn't care; I needed that scepter. The teen raised his hands from his horse in a surrendering motion.

"H-Hold on! One of my people could have picked it up for you." Despite being impatient, my eyes narrowed into a glare as I nodded. He turned to the others and asked if a staff was near me. One held it up. Within seconds I was over there and back, much calmer now that the cool, gold metal was touching my hands.

As soon as we got to the edge of the village, my vision blurred. With that, the seals I had put on myself and what made me fly failed. As a result, I passed out from the pain as I crashed to the ground. When I woke up, it was with a gasp as my Rukh was thick enough to be seen by normal people. Said Rukh was also fluttering about, scared. Well, that was how I was feeling at the moment.

A small scream escaped me as I nearly passed out from the pain. Now that nothing was distracting me, it was coming in full force. My hands, or hand, went to my chest where it hurt most. Was my core breaking? It could be heavily damaged from the backlash...

"-on... -on!... Son!" My breath hitched. My eyes, which were closed, shot open as I sat up, pushing away the hands that were trying to keep me down. It was an old woman that called me that. My head throbbed and I knew my Third Eye was opened from under my bangs, veins pulsing, but I did my best to use what little skill I had in Life Magic to numb what I could. Only, I couldn't. I briefly closed my eyes, looking at my core. Just as I gasped, the woman spoke again.

"You are a magician. If what Douji says is true, then you were tapping into your already weak reserves. They became severely depleted, you ran out of magoi. It was a miracle that you've survived." I looked at the woman, who held a wooden bird staff.

"Tell me, child, who are you?" My dark blue eyes narrowed. Child? I am anything but that! I didn't say anything in favor of bringing up my left hand to gently rub at my temples. I hissed under my breath. Oh, that just made it worse. Godda-

"Where... Where is my staff?" A girl with light brown hair handed it to me. I nodded in thanks at her, and her eyes widened, brown eyes at my-... Solomon, you are terrible at hiding things.

"W-W-What's that on your forehead?" She backed up and pointed. I ignored the woman's hums a I sighed, turning my head away.

"First, as that lady said, I am a magician. Second, I am a... what you would call a Magi." Insert gasp here. "As for who I am... well, I can't exactly tell you that. If I do... and if certain people find out about my Third Eye... I'll be killed. But don't worry, you will be alright."

"Well... child, I am Baba. That girl there is my granddaughter Torhu and her fiancee Douji. You shouldn't move!" She added when I swung my legs to the floor and stood. I stumbled a bit, causing Douji to keep me steady. I gently pushed him off and simply used my staff. "Well, Baba, I'm quite fine. I've had worse, so just concern yourself over the village or whatever this place is. Mind if I go take a look around?"

The old lady wasn't the one who gave me the consent, but the girl, Torhu. She smiled at me, initial shock about my eye gone, and led me through the curtain which acted as a door. My eyes widened once we were outside. The village was huge. Over twenty, maybe thirty, tents were set up with people from age five and older milling about. As Baba and Douji (who glared at me for whatever reason) followed us out, the other members of the village gather by the fire pit.

"Baba, is he alright?"

"What's your name? Are you alright?"

"Baba! How could you let him up just yet?"

"Hey mister, are you alright? Brother Douji found you and you were really hurt..."

I sighed, a frown beginning to form. My headache just turned into a migraine. "Stop. My name is a secret. As for how I am faring, I am alright. Baba had nothing to do with letting me out, I was stubborn. And as your could have guessed, I am a Magi, a magician. Also, do not be startled by mt Third Eye, which is on my forehead. Though, if you ever do get a glimpse of it, please tell me after looking away. I could accidentally do something to you. My only request is that you keep talk of me, my abilities and eye nonexistent. I don't want the chance of anybody catching wind of me to come here. In return, I will help out when and if I can. If I don't know how and you need me, please teach me. Thank you."

A silence ensured after my greeting of sorts. Maybe it was too much too soon?

"Of course!" Someone, a female, said. She smiled at me. I gave a shaky small one back. "Well," Douji said, placing a hand on my left, uninjured shoulder. "I know what you can help with right now?" I raised an eyebrow in silent questioning. The redhead grinned at me and gestured at the children who stared at me with starry eyes. Oh.

I rolled my eyes, grimacing at the pain in my head, before complying. I raised my left hand, pointed with the wrist up and finger towards the ground. "Dhoruf Sabaha," The black haired child, with a flick of my wrist to point upward, raised roughly five feet above the ground. I smirked and let him "swim" in the air for a few moments longed before lowering him down.

The kid smiled at me before his green eyes wandered upward. My own smirk faded as his eyes became glazed. His stance became rigid. I created a weak barrier and the both of us, keeping the others out. He ran forward and kicked the bottom of my staff, knocking it out of my hand. I didn't dare let him touch it, making it float out of reach. The kid, (whose name I learn was Ryuu when a young girl cried it out, a friend probably) threw punch after kick at me. They were executed perfectly, a kid shouldn't have the ability to do that.

I dodged each one, stepping closer as I did. When I was in arms length, I placed my right hand over his forehead, gagging slightly at the punch he threw at my broken rib, before a kick landed on my broken hip. I gritted my teeth and fell to my knees, using my left arm to keep Ryuu's arms away.

"Declock." Ryuu's eyes turned misty before watering, lighting shining in them again. I let go of his limbs as he fell, tears falling.

"T-T-T-... I-It was s-so dark, mister..." He looked up into my eyes, thankfully not going anymore upwards. "So dark... and s-so cold... Was... was that how you lived? Alone, scared of your own family?" I bit my lip, taking down the barrier and grabbing my staff. "Yeah," I said. "It was. I lived like that for the first seven to twelve years of my life. Treasure your family, Ryuu. Just make sure they're as real as you are first." He simply nodded.

A hand was placed on my shoulder. I slowly turned my head, all of the sudden very tired. That, much to my disappointment, didn't block out the pain that I had done much to numb.

It was Baba. "Come, child. You must rest." I didn't fight back this time, leaning on Douji and my staff as we walked back to the tent.

"Delock" is Arabic for "Release".

I know I screwed up TONS of facts, but I felt too guilty about not updating to care too much. I'm sorry.