Hello! B.H here with a Magi fanfic since I was so pissed that I could couldn't ship Aladdin with anybody that had a chance to be canon! DISCLAIMER:

I do NOT own Magi nor any variations of it.

BTW, the female lead is an OC character I named Badriyah. I inspired her from Paribanou, the Jinn Ahmed saved in One Thousand and One Nights and Badroulbadour, Aladdin's wife in One Thousand and One Nights. Mostly the last one because she is suppose to be Aladdin's wife in the end. But I didn't want to use that long ass name so I looked up names that means full moon and got Badriyah.

Another BTW, this isn't fair to all those waiting for my Fairy Tail fanfic chapters and myself. Why does writer's block have to be a thing. So... I'm gonna start two new stories. One, this one, A Magi fanfic. And another one in gonna post at a later date, a Durarara fanfic. I'm giving two types of people who my love it or not to give me ideas for the next chapters of Forgive My Lies chapter 7, and That Smile Hurts chapter 24. Message me on Quotev or FanfictionNet. The person's idea I pick will receive credit, help me with some of the chapters I'm having trouble on, and I'll help them in return with anything I can do online that does not result in me wasting money! So could you do this to help me please because I really want entertain you with my fanfics. Also, for ending of the stories, I got a pretty good idea of how I'll end them. Also beware of spoilers.

I don't know who I am. One day I just ended up in a foreign country where everything was new. I was seen as different and unusual since I had a pale red hair color and dark pink colored eyes. I suddenly shipped to poverty where no one was there for me. No one could afford to look after a single child and after they were the age of four, they let the child spend the rest of their life on their own. Not even caring if they live or die. I made few friends there since it was every man for themselves, but there were always that few that was cut from a different cloth. I was only ten at the time.

"Who the hell is this goddamn brat those fucking nobles brought here?" that was the first reaction of the people in poverty I saw. The elder men and women look down at me with rage, "They're stupid. This thing can't survive here. It's just a fucking girl! What the hell can it do here?!" laughter of anger was brought from the citizens. I shook with confusion and fear. I was just six at the time.

Suddenly a man of the age of twenty grabbed my wrist without a warning. He squeezed my hand to the point where it almost broke. I screamed in pain and desperately tried to get away from the man. The more I struggle the more twisted the man looked. He soon slammed me on the ground. Blood leaked slowly from my back, nape of my neck, and head. I screamed again. I yelled help. I yelled it again, but the villagers only laughed at my suffering.

"Do it!"

"Run her through!"

"Fuck the girl!"

"Show her how we do stuff here!"

"The hell you're waitin' for!"

I was ignorant to their demands and cheers. What is happening? I asked myself this many time. I looked at the crowd. They were sick. They had no sympathy for this. They just accepted it and are entertained by a small child suffering somehow. My train of thoughts was ruined by the wetness of something touch my part where I use restroom. I screamed immediately. Tears started to stream down my face, "Please stop! Please stop it!" the crowd erupted in cheers.

I kicked and push the man away. He was in between my legs and I kicked his shoulders and face. His riposte was profanity, a punch across my cheek, and shoving something in where he was licking. I screamed in pain and yelled help, help, help, help. I yelled and scream so many times someone was bound to hear me. Those bastards didn't even care if I was in pain at all. The pain never ever stop. Men and women walked up to my helpless figure with twisted sadist looks of pleasure. They thrust their foots on several part of my body. My head, stomach, limbs, and more. Yet the worst pain I felt was there. It stopped for a second and then came more intensely the next second. Hours of this went on before they vile villagers had their fill.

After the intense session of torture, I was left on the side of the road with nothing. My clothes were all gone, my innocence was taken away from me, and I was bruised from head to toe. Blood covered my back, legs, neck, and hair. Tears wouldn't stop running down my face and my pupils were shrunk from the face my eyes were widened from the pain.

I tried to move desperately and succeeded but with much pain. I stood up and wrapped my arms around my upper body as my legs shook. I moved one leg to walk. I almost tripped, but barely stood back up. I repeated this walk of shame. I looked around to see I was in resident area of the village. There were no doors there and the place smelled of alcohol, trash, and sex. Many children like me were seen without any clothing and with traumatized looks of despair.

As I gazed upon the meager village with pity, I was promptly turned around. I shook in fear more. I closed my eyes and held them together tightly. I was ready for a painful attack to come instantaneously. It didn't come at all. I was surprised, but still prepare. I peeked at the person in front of me. He was a boy with dark hair and bright hazel eyes. I relaxed myself in front of him and sighed in the process.
"Little girl, you were raped by the grownups, too right?" he asked me. I pondered on what the word rape meant, but I soon assumed what that man did to me. I shuddered and trembled at the thought of that torture. I gradually nodded my head once. His eyes were dull and hope was taken from those trembling orbs of his. He was scared just like me. That pain, I wondered if he knew it too, "Come with me. We'll protect you from those bitches. They'll be sent to hell and then we'll be free."

My shoulders sunk as I relaxed more. I awed at the boy. He had some hope left in this pitiful life. Tears soon poured down my skin and my knees became weak. I wanted something to believe in. Something I could be. I didn't want to be a plaything for others I'm a person and I deserve to live a life that is filled with purpose.

So I did follow him. He brought me to a shack in the woods with children piled in a bed made of feathers, cotton, and dirt. These children made a life of working for the grownups, prostitution, making alcohol for the adults. Soon I did the same. I was in pain, but at least I was alive. These children had dull eyes just like me and that boy. Soon I smiled with those kids and worked with those kids. They hadn't asked me for anything, not even a name. They gave me a place to lay my head to rest and a home of my own. A place I could remember.

After a while six months went by so quick and I knew everyone and in turn, they knew me. Though I still didn't give them a name, "Hey, girl," called the same boy who guided me here that day, Ahmed. Ahmed had a smile upon his face as he ran to me. I turned around to look down at the ground and find his figure down below from the tree I sat in, staring at the blue sky.

"Hello, Ahmed-Kun," I looked at him with a bright smile. I jumped down from the tree branch and landed on the soft grass.

Ahmed had a curious look on his face that caused me to furrow my eyebrows, "Girl, you know my name perfectly, but why don't I know your name. It's just weird right," he pointed his finger out in a matter-of-fact way. I looked up and thought about it, too.

I hummed a bit before I came to a conclusion, "Well, honestly I don't remember having a name. All I can remember is coming to this island, being shamed by the nobles, and ending up in this slum," I said with a sentimental smile, "But that's all behind me now and I have you to thank for it."

Ahmed's smile brightened and almost shouted, "Alright, I'll give you a name!" I was surprised by his declare. I awed again at the young boy. He seemed so positive with those eyes. Even though deep in his heart, he knew everything thing was hopeless.

"Badriyah, the name of my latest sister. That name was special to me."

I aspired to be just as positive as he was to me that day. I knew things were not going to get better, but if he stayed by my side, I knew everything would be okay. Yet, he wouldn't stay as close as I thought.
"Full Moon-" he stopped explaining my new name. My eyes widened with fear. What the hell just happened? Blood geyser on me for some reason. I was so confused. Where is Ahmed and his soothing voice? Whose blood is this?

I started to process what happened. Slow motion consumed this moment. Ahmed's head was sliced clear off. Blood rushed onto my skin. and behind him was a crimson spear with an adult as the wielder. I fell to the ground with pure dread and hatred. Ahmed... He's dead and this animal took him away from me. He had just given me a name that meant the world to him. They killed him. I was grief stricken immediately.

"I-I-I" was he regretting what he done? Ahmed was a good person, he didn't need to die, "I GOT SOME MEAT!" my heart dropped. I was subjected to this hell of a place and the only one who could have helped me see the light was dead. The man immediately took Ahmed's head that fell on the ground and bit into it with joy and happiness. He is a pig. Nothing but an insensitive animal. He killed my best friend and ate him. He was overjoyed to have my friend as a meal.

Yet, all I could do was run. I was afraid to have the name same fate as him. I didn't want to be devoured by the thing. I looked back. I hated that I looked back. Ahmed's eyes were widened with shock and pain. His mouth was open too, with blood leaking from it. My fear made me run. My fear made me cry. My fear made me leave Ahmed behind. I knew I should have taken revenge for him. I knew it. Yet I was too scared to do a single damn thing. All I could do was run. After running a while, I smelt the salt of the ocean and wanted only to escape to the sea. I tripped and stumbled out to the never ending waters of the ocean.

I couldn't breathe and I was too far from the shore to swim to it. I tried desperately to reach the surface of the salt water, but my fear has weakened me. I could barely move. I was so traumatized that nothing could help me. I was going to die. I knew I was going to die. At least until I closed my eyes. I took my last breath and allowed the ocean to envelope my body and accepted the face I was going to die here. Well, it would have been a better death than to be eaten whole by that disgusting beast.

Next thing I know, I'm in a strange place with a strange guy trying to revive me. I took in a huge breath of air and continued to breath excessively. The first thing I saw was a weird blonde man wearing a dark shade of green with pale skin. He looked like a leaf that adsorbed the sun everyday. He looked like a light that sun in the darkest of shadows.

"Who... Where?" I hoarsely mumbled these words.

The man's name was Yunan. He said he was a Magi that traveled all across the world. He liked dark places and tended to keep to himself. He said he was hoping to rise a dungeon. He explained a dungeon was a labyrinth that held a sacred power at the end. Though he saw me drowning and had no choice to put the dungeon in the ocean to save me. He then told me the reason why that man ate Ahmed was that the village was hungry since food was a source that was becoming scarce in the last few months. The adults turned to eating the children of village to satisfy their hungry.

"Yunan-San, how do we get out of this place?" I asked. Yunan then explained that I would have to capture the dungeon to be set free, and he two would need this method to be free. Then we set off on our journey. We ate dungeon monsters, slept in bushes where we have defeated all the dungeon monsters, and fought when we needed to.

After two years, we were finally able to capture the dungeon. "This the last room, Badriyah. You should be able to summon the djinn, Foras here," Yunan-San informed. I took a huge breath of air. I was finally able to get out of this hellhole. This life has been hard and I really don't know why I continue to live. But maybe, when I take this Djinn, I'll have something better.

"What do I do, Yunan-San?" I asked, clueless to this process. I looked around the empty room. There was nothing there but mirrors that reflected my own image in many different forms, but the same appearance, "I don't even know why I'm here. To get out of here, yes, but I don't know what else is the purpose to take this Djinn. I have nothing to protect or command. I'm not worthy of being a King's Vessel, or maybe it's called Queen's Vessel, but same difference." I held a rusty knife with four holes in it to be held with the knuckles. It was conjured up by Yunan's magic.

Yunan, who was behind me, walked closer to me and placed his hand on my shoulder with a consoling aura, "Badriyah, your will to live makes you a prime candidate for this power. This will to live means you have an important purpose in this life someway or another. Just wait a bit longer and I'm sure that this power will be in use to you. Now touch and grasp that immeasurable power. Do it, Badriyah." his words of encouragement gave me more strength to carry on and go through this pitiful existence. It gave me hope that there was something in the future for me. A purpose of my own. Not just to be a burden to everyone around me.

I took one step forward. The room changed in an instant. Gold shun as bright as the sun and rubies sparkles as much as the bright star out there. In front of me was a real sight to behold. A woman with white loosely curled long hair. She had a dull green eye color that represented that of a mystical dragon. Her eyelashes were as long as her blue ears of a Djinn. Just her blinking was as majestic as a bird finally flapping its wings to fly into the great sunset. She seemed freed but saddened by this freedom. Her kin was as blue as the ocean and snaked around her whole body. She was beautiful to put it bluntly.

"I am Foras, Djinn of Freedom and Perspicacity. Who shall be my master?" asked the majestic Djinn. She fluttered her eyelashes in the process. I cringed in awe. She was amazing. I wasn't worthy of this Djinn's power at all.

I absentmindedly stepped forward. I didn't know what I was doing, but I did it, "Foras-Sama, that is me. I am Badriyah. I'm a girl who doesn't know her father or mother and was just thrusted into this situation. I'm pretty weak, honestly. I fought for two years to get to this point. I hope I am worthy enough for blessing." I bowed my head in front of the godlike figure before met way

The Djinn smiled gently and commanded me to, "Lift your head, my future master Badriyah." I was surprised by her demand, "Since I am to serve you for now on, I must bow my head to you. You are more than worthy. I've seen you in this dungeon and your past, too. I'm surprise you continued living for so long. If I was in your position, I would've given up by now. ," a single tear was shed down her flawless face. I admire her strength and weaknesses. I realized she was just about as human as Yunan-San, Ahmed-Kun, and I.

I smiled bright at Foras as having a face of awe, "Thank you, Foras-San. I want to use your power for good. I'll do my best. But could you send us to the shore. I really don't want to be at the bottom of the ocean when I capture this dungeon," I requested of the Djinn.

Foras nodded to the request, but soon asked, "Wouldn't you want to take some of the gold, rubies, and emeralds with you?" her tone was kind and understanding. I clenched my fist at the thought. Taking riches that would not benefit me in the slightest would be pointless. I wouldn't give it to that godforsaken slum. They cause so much of this damned grief.

I opened my mouth, not knowing what my answer was, but said what was on my mind anyway, "I have no need to riches of such value. I have no family to give them to and that city and slum on the island country are both evil. They have no right to wield such power. Though, the children there. They were forced to labor, their innocence taken away from them, and their childhood ruined forever. I-I want to take all of them away from this hell of country. I'm going to save them all. So yes I would want to take these values with me. But I want to shrink them for now so it's not as noticeable and I can move freely." I answered Foras.

Foras nodded and brought us out of the dungeon and sealed herself into the blade of the knuckleblade Yunan-San created. Though, when I went to the hideout in the forest where all the children were...they only left blood and a lot of it. Their souls being consumed by the sinister adults. Where the hell is hope when I need it.

I set off for other villages and slums to help them escape their corrupted government if needed. I vowed to make sure no village turns out like this one and no one would suffer like me. While I was at sea, I stumbled into an extraordinary boy named Aladdin and that day was...

July 1st, 1818 C.E,

A young girl from an unknown place was found in the middle of Mediterranean Sea while we were exporting goods from the Kou Empire to the Reim empire. All we know about her is that she is not from an empire in the Seven Seas Alliance. I wonder where this girl came from.

-Aladdin