Extracting the seed from Sinbad had been disgustingly easy, Aladdin thought with a vague sense of satisfaction as he slowly walked back towards his room. The funny thing was, despite how in tune Sinbad was to his ruhk and how much magoi her carried within him, the man hadn't noticed anything about the extraction.

He hadn't even reacted to Aladdin brushing up against him, nor the quick surge of his power as he took what he needed from him and continued on his way.

He'd been far, far too busy running mental circles around him trying to figure out why Aladdin had left Nara's side after that morning's earlier incident to bother with much else.

So after that Aladdin had returned to the room to find Alibaba sitting there looking at Nara with a sad expression for a moment before realizing that he had returned and then sighed and stood and mentioned something about going for a short walk and that he would return later.

Aladdin hadn't said anything about his behavior because he knew that everything was slowly beginning to weigh on his friend's mind. Instead he had merely nodded his head and waited until he had left the room before he had walked over to the bed and began the tedious process of impregnating Nara with Sinbad's child.

The first step was to connect Nara's somewhat weakened mind to her body and create a spirit form of Sinbad so that the two could meet.

Of course this also meant that somewhere in the palace, the man had probably quite possibly collapsed and lost consciousness since his spirit itself needed to have access to his mind, and the only way to connect them was to actually call his mind forth from his flesh for a short time.

He'd wake up once everything was finished feeling well rested and more than a little bit confused, but there would be no true harm done to him. He probably wouldn't even remember anything said and done within Nara's mind.

So there was that too.

Before forcing the seed within Nara's body, Aladdin made sure to tweak the gender and future appearance of the child while strengthening her so that one day she would be a magi unlike any other. Much like her mother, though she didn't hold a magi's status- she would hold great power. More than enough to protect herself and others if the occasion called for it.

Nara's power at the moment- It was dormant and unused for now, but would be needed later on, he was sure of it. And he would be sure to teach her what he could to help her control and wield it.

Finally placing the seed within Nara's body, was painful beyond imagining for Aladdin. Partially because it felt as if he were being struck by lightening, and partially because the power he was using was tapping into his life force. After all, what he was doing was no small feat.

Not if he wanted the seed to take and begin to grow.

As his eyes slowly began to drip blood Aladdin made a weird little sound of irritation as the hand laid against Nara's stomach started to glow, feeling uncomfortably white hot to the touch if the small jerk from the woman was any indication as to what she was feeling as Aladdin thought, Making babies is hard.

He hoped that he never had to do this again.

Once this was over he was probably going to sleep like he were dead for a week or so to replenish his strength and power. Which would leave Nara in Alibaba and Morgiana's hands until he awoke.

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Nara frowned at the odd almost electric sensation coursing through her as she looked away from her family home. In the short span of time that she had been present in this...limbo like place...she had never once felt anything that could only have been from some sort of outside occurrence.

"What the devil are those idiots doing?" She wondered as she began to feel something else. A presence unlike that of the boy that had been frequently visiting and speaking to her.

Curious, she let her mind shift to another place and time. Choosing the festival that she and Aladdin had gone to in the beginning as a man surrounded by soft blue light suddenly appeared.

He was young, looking as if he were only in his early to mid twenties with pasted waist length, dark indigo colored hair that might have looked out of place on others, but seemed to suit him quite well despite his sun kissed tan skin. He was dressed in some sort of traditional clothing that one would find overseas.

Almost like a sheikh from Arabia or something.

Kind of like those weird pics from her once favored romance novels. Standing at well over six foot. He looked quite dashing in his nearly skin tight clothing that hugged his muscular frame.

Not knowing how to react to his intrusion upon her chosen sanctuary, she wondered briefly if perhaps she could simply ignore him until he went away.

Fate however seemed to have different plans in store for her since the moment that she had started staring at him, he had locked onto her presence and was carefully weaving his way through the crowd, closing in on her.

she didn't seem to really notice him until he got much, much closer to her. And by then he had cataloged all of the important and non important details of her appearance, age, how she was dressed, even the style of her dark hair and the color of her eyes didn't go unnoticed to him.

Finally reaching her, he stopped well within reaching distance of her and leaned down a little bit so that they were eye to eye and smiled as he said, "Well, hello there miss. My name is Sinbad. What is yours?"

Nara turned a peculiar shade of pink as the man introduced himself to her and then patiently awaited her response. What he got was a knee jerk reaction that he could only liken to that of a feral cat.

The pretty girl let out a ferocious sounding feline hiss, bared her teeth at him and then- turned and ran away.

Standing there scratching his head for a moment in confusion, Sinbad watched her until she disappeared before finally deciding to go after her.

Perhaps because of how she had reacted to him, or perhaps simply because he liked chasing girls- he didn't know. All he knew in that moment was that the hunt was on, and he intended to win.