Magi: Legend of The Queen

A/N: Sooo…. I'm writing on my other stories but I'm a biiiiit stuck so I decided to work on some other things this is one of them. This is the story of another OC except this one is specifically going to be either a Sinbad/OC one or a Muu/OC one not to sure yet. Chime in if you want about your favorite after you read the first chapter. You should have a good enough handle on the OC ( Or is it an SI? ) to be able to pick the best one for her by the end of this chapter. I hope you like it.

A Tiny Spark Can Set A Great Forest On Fire ~ James 3:5

Prologue: The Meeting

In a small remote village on a relatively tiny island belonging to the Kingdom of Balbadd there lived a rather interesting girl. She was perhaps not as interesting as you would think at first glance. With her rather tall and somewhat boyish frame she could pass for a particularly pretty boy. Even her hair which was a dark blue the color of the predawn sky was not to unusual in a world where coral pink could be considered normal. Maybe her eyes which were a bright orange yellow that shined like the sunset would draw some people in, but most who knew her would know that it was her personality that drew people in. At the age of fourteen the girl was... well, odd. The young teen never seemed to be unhappy with her lot in life, though her mother died when she was but seven and her father's health was failing rapidly each day she never lost her content disposition. This would unfortunately prove to attract a rather, how should I put this…. Unusual man.

It all started one fine day.

Shirin was gasping slightly as she dragged up her bag of pearls to the small row boat. The young teen having spent the morning pearl diving was rather exhausted. She smiled brightly as she lay in the boat looking at the rather large bag filled with pearls. The dark haired teen considered herself to be very lucky that she had found such a haul. At this time of year most would already be harvested so finding so many had her thanking Solomon.

The teen hummed lightly pulling on her sodden clothing and attempting to dry them just a little bit out. Bright sunset eyes slid towards the Island that she called home as dark brows furrowed over them. The girls smile slid just a little bit as worry for her father slid into her mind. The man who was once a master gladiator of the colosseum of Reim was but a shadow of who he had been, Though through no fault of his own. Shahryar Alhara was wasting away and no one truly knew why. The man who stood so tall in her memories was now confined to bed and worked only on his jewelry crafting skills that he had learned from his father to help make ends meat. Shaking her head Shirin smiled and pushed it out of her mind. If it happend it happend. That was the way life was, you lived and someday you died. She had been taught that at a very early age and was rather determined to make her life whether short or long a happy one.

After pulling anchor and sitting down strait in the boat she began to row back to town, the teen had things to do today and truly little time to do them in.

Some minutes later Shirin was hurrying to tie the boat up to the dock. The teen only had about thirty or so minutes to get down to the herbalist and get the numbing medicine for her father's pain. After checking the knot and tugging on it a bit she deemed it well and truly tied then started in a slight sprint to the main street where the shop was located.

She slowed as she approached the main thoroughfare almost coming to a stop as her ears picked up a low yelp followed by some rough laughter. Blinking, her eyes slid to an open alleyway from which the sounds had come from. A frown twitched across her lips as she paused and considered for a moment before almost flying into the alleyway. The scene that she happened into was something that made a scowl momentarily appear on her face.

A young looking Man?/Woman? Was backed up into a corner and looked rather unhappy as three humongous scared men cut off the only entrance or exit to the alley. The his/her's long blond hair was caked with grime and there pretty face was a little scuffed but all in all the person did not appear to be very hurt. Shirin huffed as she caught sight of the leader out of the three bandits. His name was Za'har ( Which most people laughed at, at least once ) if she remembered correctly and the man was a frequent visitor to the local jail. The girl had seen him sometimes when she had dumped some of the more annoying people who tried shit around the town into the small Balbadd soldier held jail. He was known to be on of the most vicious of the little band of bandits that lived around the hills that made up most of the island.

Her father had some er… brutal interactions with the man when he was still able to do so. As a matter of fact she knew for certain that Za'har was still to this day terrified of anyone with the last name of Alhara, something that she was going to have to use today it looked like.

A delicate clearing of a throat interrupted the filthy men's perusal of the blond. The trio turned around about to mouth off now doubt all paled significantly when they caught sight of Shirin Alhara who was to them just and extension of her father. She gave the three a overly sweet smile.

"Just what is happening here?" She asked in a tone that made the smarter two back up. Za'har however just sneered at the teen. He appeared to somehow get dumber or perhaps braver in the last five or so months since she had last seen him.

"Nuthin' Girly. You should just leave." The tall grubby man said flashing his yellowed teeth in a sneer. Shirin took in the scraggly beard and matted black hair along with his scars, making a show of trying to place him.

"Ah, You're that guy that my dad used to kick around for disturbing the vendors aren't you?" Shirin exclaimed slamming her fist into her open palm and managing to look surprised. "Didn't you get arrested like a year or so ago?" She muttered looking at him with vague annoyance playing on the time making it seem like she had forgotten all about him. The man flushed an angry red and charged at her like a angry bull with a red flag being waved at it. Shirin giggled slightly and turned as he ran… straight past her. Pivoting on her heal the teen swung a leg out and slammed it down on first his kneecap and quickly knocked him out could with a quick jab to his jowl. Seeing their leader laid out flat by a young teen the other two rather smarter bandits grabbed the knocked out man and fled.

Sighing in annoyance Shirin clapped her hands together dusting them off and then turned to look at the person that the three had been harassing. The man? Yes she could see now that despite his rather pretty face it was indeed a man, was looking at her with some awe and she smiled gently at him.

"Hey, sorry for those guys. Most of the time they are in and out of jail for something or another so no one knows when they are out and about until something happens." Shirin rubbed the back of her head sheepishly and gave him a once over. "Are you alright though? They didn't hurt you did they?" She asked as she walked over and began to look at his rumpled state a bit harder. The man flushed slightly and began to wave his hands about in slight panic.

"Oh No! I'm fine! They just surprised me that's all!" The man stated with a bright smile. She blinked before giving the man a small nod. "Uh, do you know where I can find somewhere to stay for the night? That's what I was trying to do when those men confronted me." The blond male asked. She hummed and thought for a moment running a hand through her long forelock as she did so.

"Well the only Inn is currently under construction dew to ironically, those idiots. Hmmm…" Shirin thought hard for a moment before sighing. "You can come with me. I have a cot that you can use. My father shouldn't mind too much." she explained before turning to leave the alley missing the surprised expression that melted into a soft gratitude.

The young teen did not know it but this would begin her journey into the world of Kings and Queens. If only she knew just what sadness it would bring her perhaps she would have left the man alone. Then again she was never one to shy away from pain.

All Yunan the Magi saw however was the limitless potential that the young woman had as she smiled and talked to the venders along the way. She may just be able to counter his biggest mistake.

In a realm not to dissimilar to limbo an entity watched as the old Magi followed the young teen as she picked up her father's medicine. The watcher saw the teens hair and taking a good long glimpse of her face it proceeded to rejoice. For she had been reborn and she would be greatly needed in its plans.

"Hello little sky, I dare say that you will be angry with me when you remember. However you are needed once more my little queen." The whispered words faded as soon as they were spoke in the void.

Night One: He Who Wanders

"Dad! I'm back Oh, And I brought a guest!" Shirin called out as she opened the door to the little wood cabin that was home. She paused for a moment before glancing back to see if the blond male was still behind her and gave the man a gentle smile when she caught sight of his slightly distressed look. She motioned for the male to follow her inside closing the door after he did so. He glanced around curiously as Shirin walked into the back room calling out for her father. The house was rather tiny with only a front room and kitchen and perhaps two bedrooms in the back. It was well kept however and for all that it was small the room seemed to hold a warm feeling of welcome. The man blinked when a short call of annoyance rang out from one of the back rooms followed quickly by a playful giggle. He gave a small smile at the happy sound.

Some moments later the tapping of a cane was heard followed by heavy uneven footsteps heading to the main room. The undercover ( but not really ) Magi glanced up as someone appeared in the walkway heading to the back of the residence. The blond inhaled sharply when he saw the tall man standing in the doorway. The man flinched slightly and blinked in surprise.

"Yunan is that you?!" Boomed from the big man.

'Oh boy,' The Magi thought as he saw the confused Shirin looking out from behind the man. 'This is going to be hard to explain.'

~~~~~ Later That Evening, Dining room ~~~~~

"I see, So you were looking for someone and my daughter ran across you when those men tried to mug you eh? BWAHAHA! That sounds about right!" The tall man's laughter echoed in the evening air. Yunan however pouted slightly as he sipped at his tea. Shirin's father Shahryar had immediately recognized the young looking man who his daughter had saved. He after all had met the man the same way. Shahryar had been working at the Reim coliseum at the time and had run into the tall blond being harassed by some fellow fighters so he had calmly bashed a few skulls and gave them a lecture about being polite. Then he had proceeded to hit on the man startling the hell out of the Magi.

It was something he still did sometimes to throw the other man off guard… or just to fuck with him. Yunan sometimes dreaded the answer.

The Magi stopped pouting and took a long look at his old friend. Truly the blond had not know that his old would be protector had even settled down permanently much less had a kid so he was still in a good bit of shock that his potential King Candidate was Shahryar's only child. His green eyes slid over the now old looking man. For all that he was only about thirty seven he looked more like fifty seven. The man's once vibrant icy blue hair was now long and streaked with gray and his face had more wrinkles than one would expect to see, However the twinkling silver gray eyes were just the same full of cheer and laughter.

Yunan frowned minutely as he glanced down at the man's right leg. It was fully bandaged so he could not exactly tell what was wrong with it only that it caused the man great pain and if what he was seeing was right than it might even be killing him. His gaze was caught by Shirin who was busy making dinner. The young teen had seen him looking at the wrapped appendage and gave him a sad smile hinting that she knew that whatever was ailing the man was fatal.

"It's not as bad as it looks." Shahryar said as he caught the glance. "The pain comes and go's." He sighed and rubbed at his knee. "Oh alright!" He said when the blond gave him a disbelieving glance. "The Doctors and Magicians that I've been to haven't been able to tell me just what's wrong but that whatever it is I probably won't live much longer than another five years but hey," He chimed in a cheerful voice. "By that time I can probably see my first grandkid if my boyish daughter ever attracts a man!" Shirin growled and smacked the man on the head.

"I told you already! I won't like anyone who can't love me for me!" The teen stated crossing her arms and returning to watching the pot boil on the wood stove. "If someone want's me to change than there not worth my time or effort!" She huffed with a small upset frown. Her old man grinned back.

"That's my girl! You don't change for anyone!" He once again gave a loud laugh only to start coughing half way through. Shirin and Yunan both gave him an alarmed look. He stopped after a second and breathed deeply for several long moments. He glanced up and gave them both a small sad grin. He knew he was dieing and he accepted it as his penance for some of the thing's that he had been forced to do when he was in service of Reim. His eyes glazed for a moment in horror as he remembered the screams of some of his opponents as he killed them. Shaking his head he sighed and looked back at his young daughter who had turned back to cooking and was plating up the fish stew that she had made. She gave them both a look and set the food on the table. They quickly shut up and began to eat after she sat down.

"Anyway, Yunan who or better yet just what are you looking for?" asked the older man as he swallowed a bite of the stew. The Magi blinked and then finished his mouthful before giving the man a rueful look.

"Still can't hide a thing from you huh?" Yunan echoed the man's expression from earlier and gave a slight shake of the head followed by a large sigh. He then put his spoon down and laced his fingers together as he stared first at his old friend then at the young teen who had caught his interest.

"You see some time ago I made a bit of a mistake, I chose a King Candidate." He paused and sighed once more. "It wasn't so much that I chose wrong per say but more that I failed to see his faults at the time. I quite frankly was more relieved to have gotten to him first before some er… let's say less desirable people did. I was a bit blinded by what I wanted to see and not what was actually there." He glanced at the two who sat at the table with him. The old flirt looked like he knew exactly who he was talking about and agreed with him while the girl looked a bit puzzled. The blond gave her a kind smile.

"I am technically the Magi of Sinbad King of Sindria." He clarified and the teen's eyes lit up with understanding and quite a bit of 'You poor bastard' Shining in her eyes. Yunan nodded at that. Putting up with the womanizer had been a bit of a hassle, not to mention that the man was somewhat of an Idiot.

"Some time ago I realized my mistake and have since been trying to find out a way to correct it." Hear he stopped once more and gave Shirin a leveling look. Her father was quick to catch it giving the Magi a considering glance. The blond then continued.

"I decided that I had to create a, let's say an equalizer. For some time I have had no luck finding anyone until just today." He ended giving the older man a look full of meaning before glancing at the girl and then back. His old friend nodded slightly before glancing over at his daughter, who still looked a little bit confused. The older man slid his eyes back over to the Magi before he huffed a sigh out.

"There is a little hut just out back, it covers a hot spring you can take a bath there." Shahryar explained as he leaned back in his chair and nodded his head towards the back glancing over to his only child after he did so. His stormcloud eyes looked both elated and resigned. He knew what the Magi was getting at though his daughter did not. His prematurely aged face looked even older at the prospect of his darling child out in the world fighting but he knew that he had raised her to be a fighter and that someday she would leave even if she did not necessarily plan to. This would at least insure that someone was watching out for her long after he himself was gone. Shahryar closed his eyes and then opened them before shooting the blond a look. Yunan nodded reading the look and stood up, he knew that the man wanted to be the one to explain just what he was offering to the girl alone so he would go take a long bath and then be back to talk to her.

~~~~~ After Yunan Left ~~~~~

Shirin blinked in bemusement as the tall blond she now knew was Yunan The Wandering Magi, walked out to the back. She then glanced over to her father and felt her normal smile falter as she caught sight of one of his rare serious looks. The teen took in the steely glint in his eyes and the normal joyful smile not anywhere on the older man's face. She gave a minute frown and opened her mouth to comment before he cut her off.

"I need you to listen to me Shirin." The man stated in a firm tone his eyes staring straight at the fire eyed girl making her straighten in her seat and look at him. "I know that you can do great things in this world but…" He looked concentrate as he glanced down to his bandaged leg. " I feel that you're chained to this village, to me and for that I'm sorry." a tired sigh came from the man hear. "Ever since your mother died and my health started to decline you have stayed right by my side and helped me. I don't deserve half of what you do for me, No let me speak!" He waved an arm at her as she opened her mouth to retaliate and continued on when she shut it.

"I was not a necessarily good person when I was younger. No one who fights in the colosseum voluntarily could be. I killed for sport and I admit a great deal of money. When I met your mother through that irritating man you brought here I was a proud gladiator and soaked with the blood of hundreds. Your mother didn't like that but she still came to love me and stood beside me even when I was in the wrong. That beautiful woman stayed with me even when she could have done so much more in her life, I don't want you to feel that you have to do the same. She could have been so much more and now, so can you. She much like you was one who could brighten the room just by being in it. She also was an unrepentant adventurer who loved to travel, you have inherited that to from her. But enough about that, What I mean to say is that much like her I would not chain you hear anymore than I already have. I have lived my life and now you have a chance to finally live yours. I would not have you waste it by insisting on staying with an old man whose life is drawing to a close. You could change the world by following the Magi and becoming a legend in your own right, whether you become a Queen or just by helping those who you can."

By now Shahryar looked very proud of his child for being chosen by the one Magi he held respect for. You could say that he held low opinions on both the old Magi who had died some years ago and the Lady Magi of Reim. So the fact that it was Yunan who chose Shirin was something of a relief to the old man. He could die knowing that at least someone would look after his only child. She had a bit of a tendency to be reckless if she thought that the outcome would be worth it.

Shirin who had been quiet throughout the whole speech looked thoughtful. She knew for some time that her father was worried about just what she was going to do with her life. In his own words, 'A young woman should not have to work so hard to support her father. She should be out finding what she want's to do with the rest of her life. Even if it is a man, Bwahahaha!' She mentally sweatdropped at the memory. She had punched him for that remark.

Shirin felt her brows furrow as she thought deeply about what she wanted to do. The teen knew that she wanted so badly to see the world but had been mostly content with staying in the village and helping her father for the remainder of his life, then she probably would have married some man and popped out a few kids. She also knew that while she would have been content it would have been a slightly forced contentedness. Closing her eyes she inhaled. It looked like she already had her answer even if it was only in the depths of her mind. She opened her eyes showing them to have hardened into a solid amber color and stared at her father.

"Ok, I'll do it. Only if you think you will be alright on your own though." Shirin said looking at the man sternly. He gave her a cheeky grin and pointed over to a chest in the corner of the room. She glanced at it. It had been something from Shahryar's old gladiator days and was a plain thing made of hardwood and steel with a large lock on the front. She looked back over to him and raised a brow questioningly.

"It's about half full of some of the old treasures that I won when I was still just a young man. I saved it as an inheritance of sorts for you but if you are sure about going I will use it to live off of. I should be set for the next couple of years." He explained looking a bit devious. She deadpanned at the the man and then sweatdropped at the slightly manic laughter that followed.

Yunan chose that moment to return and after a second walked back out with an expression that clearly read 'I don't want to know.'

Shirin just sighed. Why did her father have to be such a troll?

She did hunt down the Magi later and gave him her answer though.

"So you will take on this task?" Yunan asked as he watched her stare up at the stars. They had decided to talk outside so that they would not bother Shahryar while he slept. She glanced back over her shoulder at the Magi and nodded slightly.

"Yes." She stated looking back up at the moonlit sky. "He wants me to go and I…" She paused for a moment in thought. "I want to go. It's true that I could build my life hear but I would always wonder if I could have done something more with my life if I did so. Going out into the world and actually being able to help people, the adventure… well I want to be able to do that. Father said that he will be alright on his own and I trust him enough to go. So I accept you offer."

The Magi smiled.

"Good, we will leave tomorrow morning. Be ready."

~~~~~ The Next Morning ~~~~~

Sharp amber eyes took in the clothes that she wore. They were good strong made cloths that her mother once owned before she settled down with her father. A long dark shirt of midnight blue reached down to her thighs with no sleeves and a large neckline that rested along her shoulders. The fine cotton had gold thred shot through the hems in the shapes of waves. The pants were made out of a tough black material and were slightly baggy until they reached her calves there they tucked into brown tall boots made out of soft leather. Over all of this was a long coat made out of cream color canvas with navy blue hems and three gold buttons on her left side. That was covered up with a long midnight scarf made out of a strong silk that wrapped around her waist three times and tied in a side knot just in front of her hip. Her eyes slid to her long hair that had her forelocks and bangs left out while the rest was pulled into a loose tail with the whole mess was draped over her right shoulder. Shirin gave herself a smile in the tall burnished copper rectangle that was used as a mirror and nodded. She was ready to go. Leaning down the teen picked up a large leather bag that was filled with the essentials and a few journals that her father had thrown at her that morning. The forever grinning man told her to write down her adventures so that someday she might publish them. 'Like that playboy King Sinbad.' the man had explained.

Giving her childhood room one last look Shirin smiled sadly and turned heading out of the room. She had a feeling that she would not see it for a long time and somehow that was ok. As she stepped out of the small house that she had lived in for all of her life she closed her eyes and tilted her head up to the sky.

'Mother, am I doing the right thing? Should I stay?' Shirin asked to herself as she just let everything go and simply allowed herself to be. A sudden breeze ruffled her bangs and clothing. She gasped silently as what felt like a hand brushed against her cheek. It was a familiar touch.

'Go baby. I'm so proud of you.' A voice that she could barely remember echoed in her head and then it was gone along with the wind. Her eyes cracked open and she caught sight of a cloudless sky. A bright smile crossed her face and she whirled around with confidence starting to stride to the dock.

Everything was going to be ok.

A/N: *Dies* Such a long buddha this was nine pages long… TT-TT *Nosebleeds from overworked brain* Anyway, this just would not leave me alone so I wrote it out. This story is more of a serious attempt at writing an SI that was born into the Magi world naturally. Shirin's name is taken from the book Arabian Nights so is her father's name. More about her family will be explained in time. Now this is going to be a long story and will not be updated to regularly dew to me having four other stories I'm working on. So about every other month or so updates, but I will update. By the way has anyone seen Magi the abridged. It's hilarious. ^^ I hope you have like reading this and will favorite and review!

PS, This will have some chapters that will be cut out because of Fanfictions rating restrictions. I don't fancy having my account deleted for a story. Oh, and if you have a question about the OC please ask!

PPS, I need a beta for this story to.