Title: The Arabian Nights

Rating: T

Pairings: A lot of them… It'll be revealed as the fic progresses.

Summary: The Arabian Nights: Scheherazade is in danger every night… the only thing that saves her skill of spinning stories. Adapted for LoSH. When Sultan Kell-El is left heartbroken, he turns ruthless and marries a woman at night- kills her in the morning. When young Louise undertakes wedding the Sultan she tells stories of a colorful nature. Aladdin, Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, The Three Sisters and more! Join Kell, Louise and the rest of the Legion on this roller coaster ride of story, after story.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. This piece of writing is not meant as infringement and LoSH belongs to its respective owners. I don't own the Arabian Nights either.

Author's Note: This is the LoSH adaptation to The Arabian Nights. Louise Laine is my OC… For those of you who aren't familiar with The Arabian Nights, they are the collection of stories that Scheherazade tells her husband in order to stay alive. There will be TONS of pairings and plots because inside Kell and Louise's story, there will be tons more.

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Long ago, in a far, far, far away land, there lived a prosperous sultan.

Sultan Kell-El was well-loved by his people and in his reign, the kingdom of New Metropolis extended to the fours corners of the world. Trade was a peak, New Metropolis was the most powerful kingdom in the land, but most of all- the people were happy.

Sultan Kell-El cared much for his people and was a fair, just king. Whatever he did was in people's interest and best concern. That is, until it happened.

It was a taboo. You were never to speak of it.

It was an utmost tragedy and the sole victim was the kind Sultan Kell-El…

The sultan had finally found love after many years in his rule. It wasn't that he was old; quite the contrary. The sultan was at his peak, no more than twenty years of age.

His heart fell for surely, the most beautiful, smart, witty, kind, caring and gentle maiden out there. He deserved no less. Soon after, the two were in wedded bliss.

Not soon after, the queen was found infidel.

She left the kingdom to marry Imperiex, her true lover. When she left, she took the sultan's heart too. Never again did Sultan Kell-El smile, let alone care for his people in the same manner.

After it happened, Sultan Kell-El went off the edge and branded every young maiden as a traitor. Each night, the Sultan commanded his Grand Vizier to find a girl who he would marry.

Then, each morning afterwards, his wife was brutally killed for crimes Sultan Kell-El's first wife committed.

This carried on for weeks, which became months, which became years. Soon, the supply of eligible women had dwindled and the Grand Vizier had no one pick… That is until his oldest daughter, his gem glory, his own flesh and blood- Louise stepped up.

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"Father!" Louise cried. "You have to! You'll lose your job if you don't find any more girls!"

"Are you insane?" the Grand Vizier exclaimed. "I will not kill my own daughter at the morning's light!"

"But father," Louise said softly. "I think I know how to stop the sultan!"

"I will not take that risk," her father shook his head.

"FATHER!" Louise yelled. "Would you rather let more innocent young women die at your hand than let your little girl grow up?"

The Grand Vizier's heart sunk. He knew what he had to do.

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The following evening, Louise wed the Sultan in hasty fashion. After the ceremonies, Louise headed to their quarters.

"Where are you going?" Kell commanded emotionlessly.

"Your Highness," Louise looked at him with the most innocent expression she could muster. "I wish to see my little sister for the last time tomorrow morning, if Your Majesty permits," she bowed.

"As you wish," he mumbled.

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In the morning, Louise headed towards her sister, Nura.

"Louise!" Nura cried. "How could you do this?" she sobbed into her sister's shoulder.

"Nura, it will be okay," Louise soothed.

"How can you say that?" Nura looked at her with a tear stained face.

"I have a plan," Louise whispered. "I need your help, just follow my lead."

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"Dear sister," Nura sat with her legs crossed. "Please tell me one of your stories, as I'll never get to hear one again."

"Sure," Louise smiled. "Anything in particular?"

"How about the one with the genie and merchant?" Nura requested.

"Sure," Louise smiled.

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Not too long ago, there was a prosperous merchant who went by the name of Garth Ranzz. He had just finished an important deal, which went through successfully. Garth felt like celebrating, so he bought some dates from the local market and started to eat them.

As he bit each date, he tossed the pits in every which way. After he finished his delicious treat, he set out to journey back home.

Suddenly, bursts of smoke appeared. As they slowly faded, a large, but most of all angry genie emerged. He was pale green and carried an ax everywhere he went.

"I AM THE PERSUADER!" he announced. "YOU! You killed my son!" he boomed.

Garth, being the hothead he is, stuck his head out. "I did no such thing!" Garth said angry someone accused him.

"Is it true you did not just throw your date pits out into the open?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"ONE HIT MY SON IN THE EYE AND KILLED HIM!!"

"That's impossible," Garth scoffed. "I mean-"

"Silence, insignificant creature," the genie rose his ax to silence the merchant, once and for all.

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"Do continue!" Nura pleaded.

"I-" Louise inwardly grinned when she saw the Sultan lean on the doorway. She turned solemn. "Your Highness, is it time for my execution?"

"Finish the story," he commanded, with a trace of kindness.

"I would, but you have royal duties. You mustn't be late for those," Louise gently reminded. "If Your Majesty allowed me another night to live, perhaps I could finish the story," Louise added cunningly.

The Sultan squinted his eyes suspiciously. But gave in, "One night," he allowed before walking off to his court.

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WHOO! Prologue is done! Tell me what you think, love it, hate it? Please review!!