Hello People of the Magi universe! I'm new here, but I've always wanted to make a fanfic about Magi! It's a shame that there aren't a lot of stories out there, I could guess because it was hard to weave a story between the original story, since it's so compact. I decided to do an OC fanfic because A.) I had never done and OC story before, and wanted to broaden my skill B.) I got the inspiration from one of the most reviewed stories here called Enigma, and C.) I had the idea in the back of my mind for too long, it's preventing me from writing the chapters of my other fanfics.

I doubt this will get reviews immediately, but I hope to see reviews once I add more chapters.

Oh, and the OC? Ain't based on anyone, okay? Don't go thinking it's me, this is not a Self-Insert.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Original characters of Magi or the setting, just my OC.

Destiny's Play

Chapter 1:

Stage of Rebirth

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Her name is 'Shirin'

So I died.

Yeah.

No really, it's scarier than how I'm telling it. It hurts like hell.

Let me rewind my tale to the end.

My name is Leia; I was once the head doctor in this certain hospital and specialized in brain surgery, but after a certain incident I stepped down and became a pharmacist in this backwater town. Despite my profession, I admit that I was pretty childish when I don't have to be an adult, and wasted those rare times reading manga and watching anime like the shameful closet otaku I was. I had a relatively normal – but weird in its own way – household including an older sister, a younger brother, my parents, aunt, and cousin. Since my sister was often busy with her own life, coming to and from home spastically, I tend to be the one that my mother relies on when it came to financial support after I got better, which I don't mind since I like spending money for my family's sake. I rarely had time for me to socialize like any other normal human out there, but I really can't say that I regretted much.

So when I died, I found out that I regretted a lot

It was the end of the day; I was tasked to close the shop by my boss since the one who was supposed to close it tonight called sick. It was late night and I wanted to get back home as fast as possible, getting a cab was shit at these hours here and I never felt fine being away from home too long, away from people I trust and felt familiar with. Paranoid, yes, but I heard enough stories about rape and hold ups on these dark nights to paint that image in my head. So I was in such a hurry to lock the door that I didn't realize that I wasn't the only person on the street anymore.

I only noticed when I felt a gun being pointed at me

Fuck

"Unlock the door," The thief, a man, probably in the twenties or older from what my panicking mind could tell, said as he shoved the muzzle harder on the back of my head, I gulped as I fiddled with the keys in my hands in panic, doing what he ordered me to do.

Fuck!

The man pushed me inside and tied my hands with rope, only then did he turn his head to get the numerous medicines and drugs stacked on top of the shelves in an orderly fashion into a large, burlap sack, not caring which one he was getting. In the back of my mind, I noticed the worn out and desperate light in his eyes and realized that he may actually have someone he cared for who needed it.

Not that I cared at the moment, I just wanted to get out.

I fiddled with the rope binding my wrists, they were surprisingly loose. The guy didn't have any experience with binding people yet, that's good. I carefully undid the knot without letting the man know. Once it was done, I slowly took the phone in my pocket, I have to run, but I have to tell my Boss first, I don't want the consequences of me leaving the shop with a thief inside to bite me on the butt when this is all over.

Don't want to lose my job after all.

[Thief] I texted the single word and sent to my boss, knowing that it was enough to set off the alarms that needed to be set off. When I noticed the thief going inside our storage rooms, I leaped into action and opened the hidden compartment under the cash register and took out my Boss' tranquilizer gun. Apparently, it wasn't the first time thieves would try to rob us, since we were placed in a rather questionable neighborhood. So Boss would keep a tranquilizer gun to subdue them, he even taught us how to use it and where to get it in case we end up in a desperate situation.

Like this one.

I held the gun in my left hand as I crept into the room, my heart beating fast and my mind telling me to stop being a Fucking Idiot and run already!

Yeah, my flight or fight is a bit cuckoo.

I heard shuffling in one of the rooms and peeked inside, finding the man shoving everything in. Okay Leia, you can do this, you won't die, and you won't kill, just shoot the guy with the tranquilizer and ohmygod he's turning around!

I shot in fright, barely hitting the man's neck. Yes! A hit! I saw the man slump slowly to the ground as my worries evaporated and made way to pride a relief. God! It's over! I did it! Now I can go ho-

A gunshot was heard, followed by an intense pain. I looked down to where the pain was, and realized that it was coming from the bleeding hole in my chest, I looked up and saw the man holding his gun, pointed at my chest, before slumping completely and falling unconscious.

God…no

God, nonononononono!

Why?!

WHY?!

All coherent thought left me and I slumped to the ground, crying in pain as the bleeding continued, why didn't I run?! I'm so stupid! Now I'm going to die! I'm going to die!

I'm going to die before I could see my brother graduate

I'm going to die before I see my sister get married

I'm going to die before we could go abroad like I promised

I'm going to die before I could get home

God…

I don't want to die.

This sucks…

Stop…

But in the end, everything was enveloped in shadows.

There are things in this world that have yet to be understood by us mortals. Things like the mysteries of the oceon to the questions scattered in the endless abyss of the universe. Still, mankind has fought to understand them.

But there were some things that were just truly incomprehensible to the human mind.

The afterlife, I suppose, is one of them.

There were many before our birth who thought to give people an image of what the afterlife would be like, from the gates of heaven and hell, to the endless cycle of reincarnation towards the path to Nirvana. Humans have given humans their own view of what comes after life.

For me…

I remember nothing, suffocating nothing.

I had tried to scream, but found that I had no throat. I had tried to cry, but found that I had no eyes. I had tried to struggle in this empty space, but found that I had neither arms nor legs to call my own. I had searched to see something, but saw nothing. I had searched to hear something, but heard nothing. I had searched within myself for even a trace of something, but found nothing.

No matter how hard I tried, there was absolutely nothing to find, just a single speck of consciousness against a sickening lack of anything. It was not warm, not cold, not frightening, and not pleasant. It's simply is.

For this…was death…

Than…slowly, I saw a small glowing bird flutter past me, I reached out to it, not wondering why I couldn't see my hand, or where the bird like creature came from, and followed it through the black void in an almost desperate manner.

That single bird was like the sun finally coming to greet me.

Then more appeared, then more, until a path of white birds was made, I followed the path to a white light.

I saw a hand grabbing hold of mine. And a voice seemed to whisper to me.

…what is this…? It feels…so warm…

Then it vanished

…Huh…?

I was scared, what happened to the light? What happened to me? I felt myself being enclosed into a tight and murky space. My hysteria was acting up again – which I felt relieved since it meant I could feel again. What's happening?! I suddenly felt so sluggish and weak. I wriggled and kicked, but I couldn't seem to do anything. I couldn't even open my eyes.

I couldn't do anything but sleep.

After who knew how long, I started hearing voices, muddled and unclear in a language I was positive was not English. What's happening out there? Why are they keeping me in here? I tried screaming, but it was no use, forget speaking, it hurt to even open my mouth. The only solace I had were those mysterious white birds that led me to this situation. I really want to hate them, but for some reason, I can't. They were the only things keeping my sanity from cracking completely, and I couldn't stop myself from being familiar.

Now that I think about it, they look familiar…I remember seeing them somewhere, but where?

I was eventually let out, but not in the way I expected…

First, the bird like things started fluttering around me, like it was protecting me or something. I then felt my body being squeezed through something, and something in my belly button being cut off, before being handed to a pair of warm arms. I would have been hysterical at the moment, I mean I just felt a body part being removed but I didn't, because something in the back of my mind recounted the events that happened in horror.

Squeezes, part cut off, being small enough to be handed to someone.

God, I would have never graduated from medical school – from high school – if I didn't recognize the procedure of childbirth.

And I'm the child .

What. The. Fucking. Hell. Happened?!

You could guess my reaction once I realized just where I was before this all happened.

Okay, deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Inhal- Oh fucking dammit! I give up! Infants can't even breath properly yet! Gaaaah!

I did not take being reborn lightly.

Okay, Leia, think. You're capable of that, right?! (Although it should be impossible for a baby whose brain is still developing to have this much stored already, I will get to the bottom of that one day) Let's do a recap before your brain implodes from the situation! What happened?! Okay, I was closing the shop cause boss told me to, and then-

A robber shot me and I died.

…well that was a bombshell.

I wanted to scream in mutiny. Because what the hell, life?! Why'd I have to die in the first place?! I was only Thirty two! Thirty Two!

God, what would my family do if they find out?! Dad's going to get a stroke again and mom might go in depression! Who would pay for my brother's tuition fee?! Who would be there if dad gets stroke again?! I don't even know if my sis can handle the expenses! Gah, this was not the time to die! Of all the fucking times!

Well at least I only died by gunshot-

No. Bad, Leia. Bad.

Gah…hah…hah….Deep breath, Leia…deep breath…

Okay…I'm calm now…lets…look at our surroundings first…

…So where am I anyways? Everything seems so…ancient Chinese…even the place I was born didn't even have surgical tools, just knives and such. Adding that to the fact that the clothes everyone wore looked too natural to have any form of polyester in it, it was like I traveled back through time. The only reason why I didn't think that was the case was because of those weird, bird-like things that were fluttering around everywhere.

It's like I'm in another world.

Can that really happen? Am I really in another world? Well, if reincarnation is possible, why not different worlds? No use closing my mind when I'm living proof that there is more to the world that meets the eye, Right? Well…huh. I still can't accept the fact that I just died and got reborn though.

(I lost everyone again…)

I put aside my grievances to think about my predicament. There's no way I could go back to my old life anymore. I have to learn more about this new place. Maybe if I do that, I'll find out why the hell I was reborn in the first place.

Unless, of course, this is what normally happens when someone dies. Either way, I want to find out. It's not like I don't want to anyways, cause I have to admit, after the initial shock of dying and being reborn, every part of me was just wowed by the idea that I was in a new world. Seriously, it's like- something that only happens in fanfiction and manga! The sky, the streets, the people, the plants, everything just looked so new to me. If I wasn't a baby and was constantly locked between my new mother's arms, I would have learned to walk and started my journey through this magnificent world, one toddle at a time.

Even though the arms cradling me wasn't the mother that gave birth to me

For all my hysteria (Really, my high school friends used to call me hytse-leia with how easy it was for things to get me hysterical. Could you imagine how embarrassing that was?!) I had enough tact to see the face of the woman who gave birth to me. From what I could tell, she had really black hair which landed on her shoulders, two hair buns were on both sides of her head, the hair was all messed up because of what she had to go through just a few seconds ago, but I had to admit she was beautiful.

But what got me were her eyes, they were so motherly. They almost reminded me of my mother's eyes, if it weren't for the fact that they were really red, like ruby red. They were so unreal that I almost missed the tears starting to damp her eyes and the hint of sadness growing larger by the second. This caused my momentary hysteria to quell as she looked at me and gently cradled me in her arms, whispering sadly to me.

"Shirin," She whispered to herself as she looked at me, the tears beginning to fall, and I paused for the second because she wasn't speaking in English and if that's the case, why could I understand her? "My wonderful Shirin…I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," She started crying as she hugged me tighter, I would have thought of how dangerous it was to do that to a newly born child, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything but look at her.

What's happening now? I thought wearily. Wasn't being reborn enough of a trauma?

I saw a man and a woman come forward, the woman said something I couldn't hear due to the whimpering of my mother, but when the man came towards us and placed his hand on her shoulder, my new mother looked up, an almost feral panic clearly shown in her body language as the white birds surrounding us fluttered haphazardly.

I almost wished I didn't understand what was going on after that.

"Please! Let me keep her!" She cried as she looked up at the man "My husband will never know! Please, don't make me abandon her!"

But the man, a tall black haired man with red eyes – though not as red as the one cradling me – shook his head sadly "And if he does find out? How do you think he would feel if he found out that you accidentally gave birth to the child of his friend while he was at war? He will surely be heartbroken, and neither of us wants that," Gently, he stocked my tiny head "At the very least, this is a better solution than killing her,"

My eyes widened, no…don't tell me…

I'm a love child?! An accidental love child?!

Before the thought could sink in, I was gently pulled away from my mother's embrace and into the arms of the other woman. She looked at me with a smile, but it did not reach her eyes.

That woman is the person holding me right now.

I can tell she doesn't like me, and while it was understandable, it didn't stop it from being downright rude. She never lets me outside unless my father suggested to her. She hated it when I made even the slightest of noise. And she would only smile at me when we weren't alone, then she would start frowning and cursing slightly at me for being "proof of my husband's unfaithfulness" or "dirty blood" or sometimes even "child of a whore"

Nope. I don't like her either. Not. One. Bit.

Around a whole year had passed since I was reborn in this place, and I still have no idea where I was.

It doesn't help that my sorry excuse of a replacement mother never bothered to teach me anything. And my new father is always working; I never even got a chance to see my real mother again. It was boring, the only thing I could do was to re-learn how to do things I could do unconsciously in my previous life when the evil stepmother-but-not-really-stepmother was busy with something.

No really, that was the only thing I could do, aside from play with the bird like things at least.

Really, what are these things? Whenever I saw the things swirl around father and the woman, they never seemed to notice it.

As if they couldn't see it.

I frowned. I have this nudging feeling in the back of my head that told me that I knew what these are, but for the hell of me, I couldn't piece the puzzle pieces together. I was taught not to jump to conclusions by one of my professors, but since I only had myself and the people I lived with, I couldn't even think of a hypothesis!

That was before I met the village witch doctor.

Confused? Well it all started with my refusal to speak my first word in front of the adults. I could already speak to an extent due to my constant practicing (Let me tell you, it's hard, god, I didn't realize how hard it must have been for infants to say their first word, I am never going to force a kid to speak when they can't for the rest of my life) but I only practiced when I'm actually alone, I never made a sound in front of any of them because 1. The woman hated hearing me gurgle, and 2. I'm almost always with said woman.

As much as I hated her, I hate making unnecessary enemies.

My father grew worried about my lack of sound and took me to the village witch doctor. If it wasn't for the pang of guilt I got from making maybe the only person that cared for me worried, I would have taken more notice at my surrounding. This is the first time in a while that I saw the sky and also the first time I was brought so far from my house. I did, however take note of the old eastern styled buildings and a particular crest that seems to appear everywhere. I'm not quite sure what it meant, but that nudge in the back of my head just grew.

Where have I seen that Chinese emblem before?

My thoughts however were halted when we arrived at the house of the witch doctor, I heard father tell the old man about how I should be able to speak now, but I couldn't, as he gave me worried glances. But what the elder only took me from his arms and looked at me, a smile wrinkling his aging face.

"Now what do we have here? You are quite an odd little girl, aren't you?" I blinked in confusion. What is he doing? Does he think he can coax me into speaking? But my guesses were wrong when I realized he was looking at something around me.

The white birds.

"Do not worry, boy," The elder said as he handed me back to my confused father "It is merely not her time to speak to you yet. There is nothing wrong with her. In fact, I expect her to do great things in her life," he looked back at me with a tender and almost knowing smile as he patted my head.

"After all, this child is loved by the Rukh,"

…

…

…

…what? D-did he just say what I think he said?!

N-no way! No matter how much it makes sense, it's impossible! Why?! Because…Because Rukh…

Because Rukh was part of a manga.

Not just any manga, but Magi. As in the world of blue giants, king vessels, and political warfare.

It all made sense now, the white birds, why people couldn't see them, that strange Chinese symbol I saw while passing through here-

Oh God I just realized something, where I saw that symbol.

It was the symbol of the freaking Kou Empire.

I was reborn into the Magi world in the freaking Kou Empire.

Wahhh…what did I do to deserve this?

Oh, but that wasn't the end of it oh hell no.

It was only the beginning of this weird role fate had given me.

A month after our visit to the Witch Doctor (And a month after I had sorrowfully admitted that I was in a very dangerous world, dammit) my father, for the first time since the incident, took me with him outside. I guess the event caused his parental side to kick in and started having more time with me. I was ecstatic about this, and had rewarded his change with my first words I said to him like the awesome person I am.

"Papa!"

And no, I didn't think he was a bear hugger until it really happened. Thank God – Or is it thank Solomon now? I don't know anymore – the she devil was there to break us up before I lost consciousness.

But anyways, this was still the first time in the month that he brought me outside, I was really excited, where was he going to take me? Oh! I hope he buys me a scroll! The scrolls at home suck! I don't even care

about how that she devil had to come with us!

But that wasn't the case. Instead of going to a store, I, the woman, and my Father went to a house that looked eerily familiar. Only when Father knocked and the door was opened by a fairly handsome male with black hair tied to a long braid did I realize where we were.

This was the house I was born in, my mother's house...

Gah, drama.

The man – Who I'm guessing was my mother's true husband – opened the door, smiling happily at the sight of his friend, my father.

"You came! Welcome!" The man said "Come in! Come in! It's been so long since you visited!" He said in a friendly manner, his long braid swishing around dangerously as he motioned us inside, the Rukh around him fluttering at his genuine happiness. I smiled slightly, this man has such white Rukh, and from what I remember from the manga, that meant that he was a good person. I suddenly understood why my parents didn't want to hurt him,

I gave a yelp when he suddenly turned and squatted right in front of me, before giving me a bright and friendly smile.

"Now who's this little rabbit?" He asked playfully, he's hand taking mine softly and shaking it in a playful manner. His hands were rough, is he a soldier or something? "Hi there, little rabbit! My name is Lee. What's your name?"

I heard father chuckle. It's either he saw this man's – Lee – introduction as humorous, or he saw how taken aback I as from the sudden introduction, probably a little of both. "That's Shirin, she's my daughter,"

Lee seemed to pause for a moment; before he suddenly erupted is surprise "EH? Your Daughter?! Since when?!" The man looked back at me, before looking back to my father "She looks to be a year old right? Why didn't you tell me when I came back?" The man said playfully, through a hint of hurt was seen in his eyes.

Oh, I guess the reason why I was hidden was also because he easily gets gloomy.

"Hah, sorry," Father said, crouching down to ruffle both of our heads ("Hey! Don't mess with the hair!" The man said. I fought the urge to agree) "Shirin here was born with a weak body at first, so we couldn't really let you come in the house or take her out," I blinked, was he…lying? "When I had the chance, I took her to the witch doctor. The doctor was able to heal her,"

Wow, if I didn't know better, I would have believed him too.

Dad's a good liar.

After that my Father started chatting with the man with the she devil looking like she would rather be somewhere else, and a nudge started appearing in the back of my head again as I stared at his face, it looked…familiar, like I've seen it somewhere…

But where? It couldn't be in this current life, I was rarely let out! But I don't remember such a low standing person like him being seen in the manga…

But that face.

Then it hit me.

Oh

OH

That hair! That braid! I only saw the actual guy in a few flashbacks, but that face was indistinguishable! This guy!

This guy was the father of Judar! Hah! I think I got it for once! And it didn't take me whole year too! Woooh!

…wait

…If this guy is Judar's father, and the woman who actually gave birth to me was his legal wife, then doesn't that mean…?

…

No

NO

FUCK NO

MOTHERFUCKING NO

NONONO! The hell?! Why?! How did I-?! HOW DID I-?!

"Dear? Are those visitors?" I heard the familiar voice of the woman who was supposed to be my mother in this world. But when I turned around to see her, I found that I was too preoccupied by the baby she was carrying in her arms to notice the shocked expression she got at seeing me.

I know. It's a bit unfeeling of me to just ignore her but the baby!

The Rukh surrounding the child was like a hurricane of white birds, just like mine are, but no one in this room aside from me and the boy in my mother's arms seemed to know of this connection.

Even when the baby looked at me and tried to reach out with his little stubby arms, I was still frozen in shock.

My name is Leia, now Shirin, and I don't know how, I don't why. But fate decided that I should play a part in her play.

As the freaking half-sister of Judar, the black magi.

…I wonder if I could get a discount in reincarnated lives right about now.

Done! I hope I didn't make it too…short? Oh well, I hope to make it longer in the next chapter.

Bet no one was expecting her to be Judar's half-sister, then again, you can expect almost anything when it comes to OC stories.

Now about the name Shirin, so to not change the groove of the manga, I named her after a character from One thousand and one nights.

Welll…yeah, that's all I remembered wanting to say…so…

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