A/N: Hi Everyone! This is my first time writing a fanfiction so pardon any beginner grammatical mistakes and so on. English is not my mother language but I'm aspiring to improve it :D. I just finished binge-reading both Magi mangas and watch a little of their animes (but I prefer to read the manga because the anime's pacing is... too fast). But anyway Magi is soo amazing! And it inspires me to write my very first fanfic! It's only a prologue for now but I still hope you guys enjoy it! R&R will be very appreciated (`w`)/
Edited: Conform to the naming of Parthevia instead of Partevia (geez syntax and semantic) and a few typos.
Prologue - Anomaly
Ramla Meshkenet had only cried once in her 4 years of life. That occurred when she was just welcomed into this world, under the modest shelter of a wooden rooftop that blocked the view of a dark night sky where the crescent moon glowed luminously. Her cries only lasted for a moment until a pair of gentle arms enveloping the fragile newborn with utmost love and care. Such is the role of a mother.
Ramla was born on a regular night without extraordinary phenomenon. There were no shooting stars, no erratic turbulence in either the wind or ocean waves near her birthplace. The air was chilly but just as any other nights. It was nothing special. It's as if the world itself decided to ignore this occasion. Although the opposite can be said in the following year when the first class singularity is born.
When Ramla was a year old, she noticed the lack presence of a man who supposed to be the backbone of her family. Such is the role of a father. How she understood the concept of a father was beyond her. But she knew something was amiss even though no one has ever told her about it, including her mother, Selma.
Nurturing Ramla as a single parent was easier than what Selma had expected. Because she has spectated how her female peers were troubled when raising their newborns. How they always cried for milk and upsetting situations. How they were feeling discomfort against new faces. How they awoke their parents in the middle of the night with their piercing cries and without comprehensible reasons. How her female peers became too occupied with simply handling their baby and could not attend an occasional gathering held by their residents. That's why Selma was not confident about raising her only child and remaining family, alone.
But Ramla never cries even once in her care.
She does not cry for milk.
She isn't afraid of the presence of new people.
She never disturbs her sleep in the night.
And a year after her birth, whenever her immature bladder system seeks for assistance, she would make a sound to notify Selma. The same happened when she was hungry.
Ramla was… convenient to raise. And at first, Selma was glad to have such an intelligent child.
When Ramla was 2 years old, Ramla learned that her father was summoned by her kingdom, Parthevia, to participate in a war. Her mother released the revelation proudly with gleaming eyes as if the fact that her father hasn't returned yet is a joyful news.
As if contributing to a war is man's unuttered duty since birth.
Why she holds such perception could not be understood, even by herself. But she knows that her heart despises war.
When Ramla was 3 years old, she started showing tremendous growth in her body coordination. By then, she was almost able to walk properly instead of crawling and converse fluently without stumbling on her words. In addition, she also possesses knowledge that she was not supposed to have such as a good remedy for fever, sewing techniques, an eye to notice a seemingly spoiled apple, languages the people of Parthevia never heard of, and many other things.
Though soon, her too intelligent behavior and knowledge became unnerving to her mother and other adults. Because they saw nothing childish and innocent within the olive colored orbs of Selma's daughter. Those were not the eyes of a child. They gave an impression of people who have lived long and seen a lot. Ramla was a child in disguise in their opinion, somewhat a kind of anomaly. Since then, whatever the young infant did and expressed seems to be fake even in the eyes of her mother, Selma. She is scared of her own daughter and so she put distance between them.
Ramla did and did not understand why her mother acts differently from the usual. She became distant and uncaring akin to a stranger that only has the responsibility of feeding and providing shelter for her. Her childish side begs for the affection to return but the other part of her decided not to entertain the notion. Because that other part of her understands that it is natural for her mother to be frightened by her unnatural capabilities and thus her mother would not be able to accept her as who she is.
But… who is she, really? She still doesn't understand herself. So in the end, Ramla did not attempt anything to fix her relationship with her mother.
The internal conflict to prove her true identity keeps growing. Ramla felt like she was an adult but at the same time, also a child. Yet she could not approve such contradictory either. As the result, she doesn't know how to interact with children of her age. While other children were playing hide and seek, a part of her wants to join but the other judges it as childish and unnecessary. She felt like her other part reprimanded her to do something else for the sake of impending future which she doesn't even know of, weirdly. Thus in the end, she could not receive her dose of normal socialization and she felt really… lonely.
Until one day, she saw a group of her peers forming a circle and hopping around to maintain the formation. And there, she heard a childish melody sang by the children. It wasn't that beautiful but the pure intent of the song resonated in her heart, urging her to sing along.
That's right, she had heard this song before. And she loved to sing in front of a crowd before. To raise their spirits, to narrate the past, to foretold the future… and to touch their hearts and share her feelings.
Because song transcends all.
Her heart stirred and there's a strong force that pulled her mouth open. So she let her voice roamed freely, capturing all attention from the surrounding people. The children stopped humming and jumping. The adults halted their work. The birds decided to lay on tree branches to listen. The air became lighter and the wind playfully blew softly around the perimeter. Every sound ceased to exist except hers. All the heads turned towards her, captivated by her melodious voice. There was something that made their heart feels lighter, peaceful and energetic like the rhythm and innocent lyrics of that children song even though they are still in the middle of a war.
The moment lasted for minutes before Ramla gained her consciousness and noticed all the people staring at her. Never been in such a predicament before, she felt very pressured. Her voice began to falter until it came inaudible. Her cheek started to redden and her legs moved before she could comprehend what has happened. She ran away as fast as she could from the premise.
In the middle of her escape, the first sound that returned was a bright chuckle from a boy who seems younger than her. All she remembered was the shade of light purple that messily adorned his head and the bright determined golden eyes that sucked people in his gaze.
Ramla recognized that the boy was special. But it did not matter at that time.
The rumor of that incident spread like wildfire. Both children and adult seek for her voice though the latter never openly expressed it. Selma did not know what to say either to her daughter regarding her talent. All in all, Ramla was still an anomaly to most of the people in Tison Village.
