It was a hot August day in Sindria. Masrur and Morgiana were training out on the fields while Sharrkan and Alibaba were dueling under the small covered stone arch. Almost everyone was busy, so no one could have possibly noticed the rather tall woman with long black hair and grey eyes slink through the entrance tugging a small child behind her.

She walked right up to the front door and yanked it open, stomping inside, to Sinbad's great surprise.

"Um," he stuttered watching the woman come close to him. When they were just about nose to nose, she stopped and glared straight into Sinbad's eyes.

"Do I know you?" Sinbad inquired. The woman gasped and caught him across the face with a harsh slap.

"You should! I'm the woman you impregnated eight years ago! Remember that?" she yelled yanking the little girls hand.

Sinbad look confused as usual. The woman put her hands on her hips. "Valentine's Day." she muttered.

Immediately, memories of that day came flooding back to him.

Sinbad looked at the small hooded girl in surprise. The similarities between them were very prominent, considering her features were not as feminine as he had though they would be. For a girl, she had long skinny legs and arms that were bony and malnourished and a short mangy mess of hair. Her light grey eyes resembled her mother, who was impatiently tapping her foot on the concrete.

"Are you sure?" Sinbad said, already knowing the answer.

"Of course I'm sure!" the woman yelled, yanking at the child's hair in anger. The little girl yelped and let her head snap back, too weak to resist against her mother's abusive actions.

"She has the same features as you and she was born nine months after…" her words trailed off. Sinbad fondly remembered that day in February. It had been Valentine's Day and there had been a great party. Sinbad had gotten drunk, as usual, and probably done something stupid. Etc.

"Now she's your problem." the woman flung the small girl at Sinbad and began to walk off. Just like that. Sinbad stood there stunned. The small girl was collapsed helplessly against his chest, not willing to move anymore.

"Ja'far!" he yelled to his advisor. Ja'far hurried in from the back room and bowed respectfully.

"Yes my ki–SIN!" Ja'far looked up in shock as his eyes drifted over the small girl.

"What happened?" he hurried over to the crumpled heap and the king.

"This girl needs medical attention." Sinbad said ignoring Ja'far's questions.

Ja'far nodded nervously and ran off to find Yamuraiha. Sinbad began to lift the small figure off the ground, but her fingers caught in his robe. He slowly looked down, his gold eyes meeting her lifeless grey ones.

She said nothing, only reached her small fingers up to snag the edge of a gold hoop that looped through his earlobe. He winced a bit, not from pain, but the pure sweetness that seemed to emanate around her hand.

"We must give you a bath at least little one." Sinbad smiled gentlemanly, and slowly placed her back onto the ground again. He stood himself and waited until he heard Ja'far's footsteps as well as other footsteps.

"Oh my goodness!" Yamuraiha gasped as she reached the little girl. "Are you alright little one?" But the little girl just stood there, clinging to her father with one of his fingers clamped in her small hand.

"Speaking of which..." Ja'far stepped forward. "...we can't go on calling you little girl forever, now can we?" he smiled warmly, which earned a slight flick of the eyes from her.

"What is your name child?" Sinbad wiggled his finger, triggering a small squeeze from the little girl's hand. She still said nothing.

"Do you...do you have a name?" Ja'far asked, his heart aching for her. She nodded slowly.

Sinbad looked down at her. Her matted black hair and pale dirtied face made him angry. How could a mother be so cruel to a little child. He balled his unoccupied hand into a tight fist and growled softly at the images that flowed into his brain. All the horrible things that could have happened to her while with her mother. He grimaced, but he was shaken from his thoughts when his daughter gave a small tug on his robe. He looked down again, seeing her grey eyes looking into his. But yet her felt as if they were looking into his soul.

"We'll settle this name nonsense later. Right now, you need a nice, warm bath my dear." he smiled again. He lead her over to Yamuraiha and Ja'far and with out any trouble, he left them in charge of her. Yamuraiha lead the way and Ja'far was following behind, but the little girl's fingers caught on the edge of his robe and he turned back to see her. Her hand was raised just enough so she could nearly touch the edge of Ja'far's sleeve. Seeing her outstretched fingers move so helplessly made Ja'far's heart break and he swiftly reached down to take her small hand in his, and they proceeded down the hall.

Sinbad was left to his thoughts.

A young girl is thrown into the palace

"She is your child," the witch says.

"Are you sure?" says the king.

The young girl stands silently beside them.