DISCLAIMER: I do not own Magi.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

YAY! I really love the pairing or AliMor, because they are TOTALLY cute together. I'm really happy I can finally do a AliMor fanfic ;)

REVISED NOTE:

I wrote this a while ago, before Magi was popular (I was into Magi before it was cool ;-;) and since it wasn't, um, read (?) I took it down. I take reviews, follows, and favorite VERY seriously. Now that more people have heard about it, I'm putting it back up since I really do love AliMor, and hoping it'll be a good read for you!

Morgiana walked through the crowded street, a basket five times her size resting on her head. She took another small step forward, trying to make no noise, but still, the chains cuffed around her ankles clanked, reminding her of what she was and what she would always be. A slave.

Alibaba looked outside the palace window, staring at the city of Balbad beyond it. He sighed unhappily. He would never get out of the palace.

He had run away a few days ago, but he hadn't gone far until the palace guards caught up with him. He had been locked in his room ever since. No one even opened the door to give him food. They slid it under the small panel at the bottom of the door.

He raised himself from his position suddenly. Nobody would notice if he left from the window. Nobody would check on him…

He walked to his bed, a small smile forming on his lips, and began to tie the sheets together.

Morgiana placed the basket of apples and oranges on the ground in front of her master. He looked up from his seat, sipping wine and opening his mouth to swallow the grapes that were dangled right above his mouth by another slave.

"Mm. Morgiana. You are late. A slow slave doesn't deserve supper."

Morgiana's stomach rumbled at the word 'supper'. The only food slaves got were a jug of water a day and stale bread. "I am sorry." Was the only thing she said.

With difficulty the overweight master lifted himself from the chair and walked to the apples and oranges. He sniffed them and gave a yell, kicking Morgiana to the floor. "Stupid girl! They've been in the heat too long! The apples are surely rotten." He kicked her again and again, each kick getting harder.

Morgiana stayed curled into a ball until the master left the room, muttering curses and insults. She knew the fruit wasn't rotten. She had been as quick as she could and stayed in the shade.

Morgiana decided it was time to go. She didn't want to live her life like this. She would leave tonight.

Alibaba was stumped. He had tied together all the sheets, blankets and clothes he had, but it was still too short to reach the ground. He looked around his room again and entered the bathroom in the end. Standing on the edge of the three-foot deep bathtub he pulled all the towels resting on the towel rack to the floor.

Tying the towels to the end of a shirt he brought it to the edge of the window. He dragged his bedside table to the window and flipped it over, tying one end of the makeshift rope to one of the legs. The window was small and had Alibaba been any bigger he wouldn't have fit through. As it was it was already hard for him to squeeze him shoulders through.

Alibaba tied the other end of the makeshift rope around his waist and pushed off the smooth wall. When he reached the ground, Alibaba untied one towel and some clothes. He dumped the clothes into the middle of the towel and pulled some of the dinner he had saved out of his large pockets. Bread, cheese (a little squashed), a banana, and two apples. Unfortunately, even though his pockets were big, they could only fit in those foods.

Alibaba wrapped the towel up and tied a knot on the top; then he pulled another towel off of the rope. This he slipped through the small hole right under the knot and slung it over his shoulders.

Now to pass the guards…

Morgiana slipped out of the slave's quarters and sneaked up on the guards. She knocked them both in the head and ran. Or tried to run. Her shackled feet slowed her down.

She was a Fanalis. She knew that, but no matter how strong she was she couldn't break the custom-made shackles around her ankles. Halfway down the dark hall she stopped and turned back. When she reached the guards again she took their swords and twisted them until they were beyond use. Then, taking their daggers she snapped one in half and held the other tightly in her hand. She could punch hard, kick harder and jump millions of feet into the air, but with the dagger she felt safer and more powerful.

Knocking the guards she met on the head, she finally reached the gates of the mansion and she jumped. She landed hard on the other side of the gate and heard a loud crack.

Looking down in disbelief Morgiana saw that her chains and shackles had snapped. It was that easy. If Morgiana had known that doing that would break her chains, she would have left long ago. But she had only ever tried kicking them against walls and ripping them apart with her hands.

Morgiana looked at the two paths in front of her: the gravel road that led to the city and the dirt path that led into the forest. Without hesitation Morgiana walked into the forest.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Well, that's the first chapter! I actually have the second chapter written already, but let's see how the first chapter goes, eh?