Disclaimer: I do not own any part of The Adventures of Sinbad. I am not making a profit off of this story. Do not sue me. If I did own it, I would have kept Sinbad and Maeve together and Dermott would be a human again. He would also be with Bryn...but alas, I do not write the scripts, only the fanfics.

Maeve watched as the Nomad sailed into port. Had it truly been two years since she fell from the ship? Dim-Dim had taught her well, but after she had mastered her magic, she was taken to be the sorceress to an evil king whose throne was built on the blood of the innocent and his enemies. Maeve couldn't go and see her friends but she saw the woman who had taken her place. The young Bryn had cared for her brother while she was away. She thanked Allah for that everyday. Looking around the faces of the men coming ashore, she smiled happily as she looked upon the face of the only man she had truly loved. Sinbad. He seemed to know she was watching because he started searching the crowd with hope shining upon his face.

Maeve pulled the hood of her cloak farther down so her face would not be seen easily by the young sailor. She looked around once more for her brother, Dermott. He flew down and landed on the gauntlet that was on Bryn's arm. The two were clearly made for one another. Sighing heavily, Maeve turned and headed off towards the castle that she could never escape from. Rumina was still an evil sorceress but even she wouldn't go near this castle.

Maeve walked past the guards who seemed too happy that she had arrived back unharmed. As the king's personal toy, she knew no man would ever lay a hand on her. The only thing all the men in the kingdom didn't know was Maeve had put a spell on the king making him believe she was truly in love with him. King Varner, suffice it to say, was a genius when it came to battle but clueless when it came to Maeve. She would cast a little spell on him to make him think he was too tired to perform the duties he wanted to Maeve. He had never laid a hand on her in any inappropriate manner, but yet Maeve always cringed when she saw him.

She walked into the throne room where the king was sitting listening to his weekly reports of his armies.

He looked up and smiled as Maeve came into view. "Sorceress, tell me you know these new visitors."

"Why tell you what you already know?" Maeve answered. Varner smirked.

"You know too much, Sorceress. My men saw you travel down there to catch a glimpse of the sailors. Tell me who they are."

Maeve shook her head slightly. She knew that telling him who Sinbad was would be a grave mistake so she merely shrugged and sat down at the table to eat a grape. Varner dismissed his men then took a seat next to Maeve.

"Sorceress, tell me who they are, lest I will bring them all here and behead them in front of you."

"I doubt you would do that, your majesty. For if you do that, I will never use my powers to help you ever again. You know I am capable of that," Maeve replied without even flinching. Varner reached over and stroked her hair.

"My little Vixen, you underestimate me."

"And you underestimate my powers. You know I am able to use my powers in a way that Turok and Rumina could never fathom. Don't tempt me to use them against you," Maeve said then walked out of the room, head held high.

Varner inwardly groaned. One day he would have that woman in his bed, writhing from what he was doing to her. The only problem was, she kept using her magic against him. She kept tricking him into thinking of other things whenever he tried to lead her to his bed. She even started threatening him after he tried to kiss her several times. One way or another she would be in his bed.

Maeve stopped outside the castle main doors. She knew Dermott was close by. She quickly headed towards the small river that opened up to the sea. When she knew she was alone, she began to use her telepathy to find her brother.

"Dermott, can you hear me?" she whispered.

"Sister is that you?" the hawk asked through her mind.

"Yes, Dermott. It is me, Maeve. I am here. I have missed you so much, brother."

"And I have missed you, sister. Where are you? I will find you."

Maeve felt a huge wave of relief hit her. "Brother, I am safe. Do not risk your safety just to see me again."

"But I've already found you."

Maeve turned around to see the hawk land softly on a tree limb not more than a few yards away from her. Unable to help herself, Maeve hurried to him and began to stroke his feathers. "Dermott," she whispered.

The sound of voices coming drowned out of her mind as she stared lovingly into her brother's hawk eyes.

"Maeve, is that you?" a voice said behind her. The voice was so familiar to Maeve. Then she realized who it was. Turning around, she saw the face of the sailor she had fallen in love with.

"Sinbad, it is me," she whispered. In an instant, Sinbad had her against his chest as he held her. Maeve pulled away slightly to look into his eyes. "Sinbad, I've missed you so…"

"And I've missed you, my sorcerer's apprentice," he whispered. He stroked her face lovingly. "I wasn't sure how long it's be before I'd see your smiling face again."

"I saw you all come in from the docks," Maeve said.

"Why did you not come and say anything?"

"I could not. It is dangerous enough with you here, Sinbad. You should leave before he finds you," Maeve said worried. She looked past him at the four other main members of the Nomad crew. "Hello, everyone."

Doubar hurried over to her and pulled her up in the air two feet as he hugged her. Maeve laughed excitedly as he set her down again. Firouz was next to hug her.

Rongar walked up to her and kissed her hand. Maeve couldn't hold it back; she pulled him into her arms in a big hug.

Bryn stayed on the outside of the happiness. Maeve turned towards her. "You must be Bryn," she said.

Bryn smiled and nodded.

"Thank you for taking care of these men for me," Maeve said. She walked over and hugged the younger woman.

"It has been my pleasure. So when are we all going back to the Nomad? I don't really like this place," Bryn said nodding towards the castle. Maeve shook her head slightly.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot go with you all."

"Why not!" Sinbad demanded. "I am your captain and I'm ordering you to board the Nomad with me—us."

"Sinbad, Maeve is right. She cannot get on that ship. She can get on no ship," Bryn said. She turned towards Maeve. "He is powerful, is he not?"

"The spell he has cast can only be undone by his hand or his death. Neither are likely," Maeve replied.