Cat-like green eyes stared at the old man in front of her confusedly, "But.. That doesn't make any sense." The old man in front of her gave her a cryptic smile. His weathered face looked tired, but his similar, though smaller, green eyes shone in amusement under the sunlight floating in from the open window in the room. He looked around his mid-seventies, his head still full of silver white hair that used to be the color of the night.
The room the two were in was a small western styled bedroom with man personalized objects, mostly photographs, scattered around the room showing all sorts of different people from what looked like travels all over the globe. The same man came about in the photos, although not in all, over and over again, looking like the younger version of the elder in front of the teenage girl. From the Eastern continents of Europe and Asia all the way to Antarctica and from there onto South America and even world-famous places in America, where they lived, like the Empire State Building and the Golden Gate Bridge.
The girl in front of him was most likely his granddaughter, her matching eyes showing the resemblance. The small of her back was touched by her long,curly golden hair, her eyes shining brightly through the strands of her thin fringe. She looked no older than thirteen, but her height sullenly short for her age, but her skin tan, as if she went off to bathe in the sunlight daily.
"What doesn't make any sense to you, my Nevaeh?" The grandfather asked, eyes giving at his excitement of the conversating just awaiting him around the corner with his sharp descendant.
The girl, Nevaeh, shrugged, "I don't know, The story you told me... You've told me it so many times ever since I was young... But, now, when I think about it.. I feel there's something missing in the story..as if this isn't right... " Her bright eyes widened at what she had just suggested and she quickly wove her hands in front of her, "It's not like I don't like the stories you tell me grandpa. No, I highly appreciate and thank you for telling me this beautifully woven mix of stories... it's just a gut feeling that there's something missing-"
"Actually, my Nevaeh, you hit the bulls eye," Her grandfather interrupted him, eyes twinkling even brighter than before as he spoke. She gaped at his interruption, "Are you serious?"
He nodded at her gawking figure, chuckling in amusement. "There's actually more to these stories," He then looked at her with sharp eyes, surprising her. Her grandfather wasn't one to become serious so suddenly "I want you to know... This story... I called it 'Magi' did I not?" She nodded, unsure of where this was going. "Well my dear Nevaeh, what you do if I told you this story was true? Of course, I left something out that you've caught."
She started blubbering a giant mess as she started ranting unbelievingly. The elder watched with serious eyes that she caught as she got into her rambling and stopped immediately, "You're serious." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
He nodded, "Well, I guess I should now retell the story," He leaned back in his rocking chair and sighed. "The story of 'Magi', though no matter how beautiful, is not untarnished. They had forgotten a person, someone who could have been called 'great' even on her own. She... Let's start from the beginning. I'm getting ahead of myself."
Nevaeh couldn't hold in her curiosity so she asked, eyes wide as she leaned forwards, "Grandpa, what was her name?"
"Her name, my dear Nevaeh, was Alima." A tranquil smile fell onto her grandfather's face and it made Nevaeh all the more curious, "And she is our ancestor."
Her ancestor... her bloodline... Alima. Her eyes shined in interest, "Our ancestor., Alima."
She listened as her grandfather told the story of their ancestor without fail, words splaying out of his mind non-stop, as if he didn't even need to think as he retold the story, the story of her great grandmother. She listened intently as she leaned closer towards the man.
"So it began like this..."
Hey, this is Ryuu here! Hope you guys liked this prologue. I really wanted to write a fanfiction of my own and this suddenly appeared in the middle of the night last night and I quickly had to write it down. I would like to see how this will develop, no doubt I'll need to research more on Magi and the Arabian Nights, 72 demons of Solomon, etc.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Magi, any of the characters, or the plot of the story. This is all of the great mind Shinobu Ohtaka and I do NOT want to take credit for any of their ideas at all. I only own my OCs along with the original parts of the story that did NOT happen in the authentic story line/cannon of Magi. This is a FANFICTION of my own creation as a FAN of this series. Thank you for your time.
Well, I hope you liked this chapter. I'll try to get the next one out as soon as possible. Peace!
-Ryuu
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Edit: So I've just kinda edited this. I'll be editing the entire story again once it's complete. I'll be editing every five chapters. :3
