A/N: This is actually a story I wrote two or three years ago that I found on my computer so I decided to post it. It feels weird to do it, especially since the show ended like... what? Five years ago or something (maybe more, my memory's bad!). Anyway hope you like it and if some of you actually read this, please review and let me know what you think.

It was another fine day. The sun was shinning brighlty in a nearly-cloudless sky and seagulls were flying overhead, chirping somewhat joyfully. Sinbad came out from below deck, looked up at the sky and sighed in satisfaction.

"Another fine day!" he said, cheerfully.

A hawk came flying over his head.

"'Morning Dermott!"

Dermott squawked back.

Sinbad walked up to the tiller and told the man holding it that he could now go to bed. The man thanked him and handed the wooded tiller to his captain before walking off below deck. From his location at the tip of the boat, Sinbad looked around at his crew. Doubar and Bryn were sitting at the other end of the ship, talking, Firouz and Rongar were playing this new game the scientist had made up. What was it called? Football? Runball? He couldn't quite remember. All he knew was that it looked fun and that his friends had been playing for two days straight. Dermott was being his usual self, flying ahead to make sure no danger was coming their way. Of course, there was still one person missing. Sinbad still wished at times that she could be here with him but he had goteten over the pain of her death and had let go of her. It didn't mean his feelings for her were gone. He hardly doubted they would ever leave. He still cared about her but he had learned that grieving does not go on forever. It can be stopped.

Sinbad was thinking about her when Dermott came squawking back. Something was wrong, the captain could sense it. He swore he had detected a hint of urgency on the hawk's cry.

"What's the matter, Dermott?" he asked the bird.

Dermott squawked once again which made Bryn come running to her hawk. Dermott flew on her wrist and squawked again.

"What is it, Derm?" she asked him with the sweet little voice she used with him.

Dermott continued his furious squawking.

"Something must be wrong," saidFirouz who had joined them, followed by Doubar and Rongar.

"Firouz, get your magnoscope. Dermott, when Firouz comes back, show him where the danger awaits."

Seconds later, Firouz came back on deck and Dermott flew away. Firouz followed him through his magnoscope until the hawk disappeared.

"Sinbad, I can't see him anymore. We'll have to follow him."

Sinbad immediately turned the tiller so the ship would face Dermott's direction.

They had been sailing for about two hours when Firouz yelled:

"I see him, Sinbad, I see him! And..."

"What, what, Firouz?"

"I see a land. It looks like an island. Smoke is coming up from it, I think there might be a fire."

"How far from this island are we?"

"I'd say maybe an hour, two hours."

"That's still too much. Hey, Bryn!"

Bryn looked up from her book.

"Go look in your room to see if there's any spell you might be able to do to make the wind blow us faster!" Sinbad ordered.

"Aye aye Captain!"

And Bryn went down to her cabin.

Most of Maeve's books had been put in Bryn's cabin which was Rongar's old cabin. On Sinbad's orders, Rongar had moved to Maeve's old cabin while Bryn took Rongar's old one. Although he was very fond of Bryn, he just didn't want her to sleep in Maeve's old room and he was sure Maeve, should she be watching over him, would be happy about it.

Bryn went through a couple of magic books. They were too advanced for her. She would never be able to perform any of them yet she still liked to go through the books. Secretly, she envied Maeve. She never met the girl but by the looks of her books, she must have been an amazing sorceress and she wished she could be like her. Moreover, Sinbad had been really close to Maeve and she wished she could have the same relationship with the captain. She knew it was impossible because Sinbad had his heart dead-set on Maeve even though she was probably... well... dead.

"Ah-ha!" she said when she had found what she was looking for. "Ha gaïa il ty lem!"

She felt the ship tipping from side to side.

"Too much wind, Bryn!" she heard her captain yell from above.

"Ha gaïa il ty lem!" she said, with less intonation in her voice.

She waited a couple of seconds.

"Perfect!" she heard from above her head.

Bryn smiled, closed the book and went back up outside. It was now a little bit windier and the ship was sailing a little faster. Sinbad seemed happy with her.

Forty-five minutes later, they were setting foot on the island. The crew looked around. The fire had already destroyed a great part of the island.

"We have to stop this thing before it kills anyone," Sinbad said. "Bryn, do you think you could stop it?"

"How?" she asked.

"I don't know, let's see... water, maybe!" he replied.

"Like a spell? But I left my books on the ship."

"Dammit! OK, um... first let's find out if there are any villages on this island."

"If there is, what do we do?"

"We'll take everybody out of their village and try to bring them back here somehow. OK, let's go, let's hurry."

The crew started running through the ashes and what was left of the forest that had once stood there. After a while, they reached a calcinated village.

"Oh my god!" Bryn said as she looked around.

"Let's just hope that nobody has died during this fire. Come on, let's go on!"

They started running once more. As they ran deeper in the island, the smoke thickened.

"We must be near the fire, the smoke is getting thicker and thicker by the second."

"HELP!"

The crew stopped in their path.

"Did anyone just hear something?" Doubar asked.

"Sounded like someone was crying out for help," Sinbad said.

"Let's wait to see if they'll yell again."

"HELP!"

"It's coming from over there."

Firouz pointed to his left. They all ran in that direction. There was a small hill that was leading to what seemed to be a river.

"How come there's a river down there? Isn't this supposed to be an island?"

Suddenly a cry broke the air.

"Dermott!" Bryn pointed to the sky.

"HELP! HELP! We're hurt! HELP!"

"By Allah, there is more than one person down there," Doubar said. "Let's go, we have to get down there."

Doubar, followed by the rest of the crew, ran down the hill. When they reached the bottom, no one was in sight. Everybody looked around when Rongar pointed to a small dot on the far right of the river. They ran in that direction. Couple of seconds later, they saw what seemed to be a little boy and a little girl. No older than 7 was Sinbad's guess. He picked up more pace. When they reached the little boy, the little girl had disappeared.

"Help us," said the boy who was stuck under a tree trunk.

"How did you get stuck under this?" asked Sinbad while Doubar and Rongar were lifting the tree trunk.

"My sister was hurt so I brought her here but then all of a sudden, I heard a loud CRACK and that tree just fell on me."

"Where is your sister, at the moment?"

"I'm here..."

The voice was faint.

They all looked up to see a little girl standing behind a tree that somehow had survived the massacre. Her skin was badly burned and her eyes, filled with fear, also reflected the pain she was going through. Bryn walked up to her.

"Are you OK?" she asked. "Are you still in pain?"

Tears filled the little girl's eyes. Bryn took her by the hand and lead her down back to the water.

"Let's go in the water. It'll ease your pain."

"- She already did that," the little boy said.

"She should do it again. After a while, it's going to stop hurting."

"Tell me what happened," Sinbad said, turning away from the little girl. "Actually, first, tell me your name."

"I'm Rowan and this is my sister Malika. We're both from the village that burned down because of that fire."

"Are there anymore villages on this island?"

"Just one but the villagers have probably left it already. My dad blew the horn."

"Where is your dad?"

"I don't know. Probably gone. He blew the horn and then took off."

"And he let you all alone with your sister?"

"No. I came back for her. I had noticed that she wasn't with us anymore so I went back to look for her. When I found her, she was lying in the middle of some flames. So I went in, grabbed her then went down this hill and put her in the water. See my hands?"

Sinbad looked down at the boy's hands. They were burned.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"A bit."

"How old are you, kid?"

"Nine years old. Malika is four."

"You say there isn't any more villagers to be saved?"

"I don't know. If they heard the horn then they probably left this island."

"Well, if there aren't any more villagers on this island, let's get you two on our ship and take care of those injuries. Doubar."

Doubar picked up Rowan and Rongar took little Malika. They all went back to the ship.

Later that night, after their injuries had been taken care of, Sinbad took Malika and Rowan on the deck, Bryn and Doubar watching nearby.

"How did this fire break out?" Sinbad wanted to know.

"Well, I'm not quite sure. We were eating breakfast when Gregor came running into the village yelling something."

"Who's Gregor?"

"The village's fisherman. He was yelling out "Fire! Fire!". My dad went outside and talked to Gregor for a bit before he came back in. When he came in, he said something like: 'Kids, take the essential and leave. Gregor told me that a huge fire is coming this way. We have to evacuate the village.' He didn't tell us more."

Rowan took a small break then went on.

"Malika took her doll and I took her by the hand and we walked out of the house. Several villagers were already running around but nobody seemed to know what on earth they were doing. My dad then called everybody to gather 'round him and Gregor and Gregor told us what he saw."

"What did he see?" Sinbad asked.

"A witch!" let out Malika.

Sinbad turned to her.

"No, not a witch," Rowan said. "He saw someone, he doesn't know who. There was so much wind, he had to keep his eyes closed. He heard someone mutter something and when he opened them, he saw a huge dragon."

"It wasn't a dragon, it was a witch!" Malika said.

"It wasn't a witch, Malika, OK? It was a dragon. You know, the beast that coughs up flames. Anyway. (turning back to Sinbad) There was a dragon standing in the water. It started blowing out flames. Gregor got scared and ran away."

"That's what he told you?"

"That's what he told us."

"Then what?"

"Well, we all left. Everybody started running and Dad blew the horn. Then... well... you know the rest."

"Is this the first time something like that has happened?"

"No. Well, actually, we are all from another village on an island not too far from here. We had this trouble with this beast one day and a sailor saved us from it."

"Really?"

"Yes. What was it called? I was fairly young when this happened. I was at least 6 years old. Vorgon... or something like that."

"Yes, the Vorgon. I was the one who destroyed it."

"You're Sinbad!" the boy said as his face lit up with a smile.

"That's me."

"But you don't look like the Sinbad I saw back then. He wasn't wearing those clothes."

"You know, Rowan, sometimes, a man needs new clothes."

Doubar giggled.

"What happened to that girl you were with? The one with the red hair and the hawk?"

"The one you kissed when we came back." Malika added.

Sinbad blushed when he heard Doubar laughing behind him. But soon his embrassment was replaced by sadness..

"She drowned, two and a half years ago."

"Oh. Malika really liked her... and the hawk. Right, Malika?"

"Uh-huh!"

"How did you know Maeve?" Sinbad asked the little girl.

"When we all disappeared, Maeve and me talked and she let me touch her hawk and she told me that she was a sorceress."

"But you must have been only a year old when this happened. How could you have talked to Maeve?"

"Behind that wall, all children became old people. Adults."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I was really tall with long black hair and I was skinny. Malika had become an average height woman with brown hair and brown eyes."

"I see."

Sinbad didn't know what to say. Nobody had talked about where they had gone after the Vorgon had "eaten" them away so he had no way to find out if what Rowan had said was true.

As if he had read his mind, Rowan added:

"But none of the adults remembered anything. When I told my parents about it, they called me a liar."

That night, as Sinbad lay in his bed, he thought about everything that had happened that day. The fire, the kids, the talk he had with them. Although everything seemed like a far-fetched coincidence, it all seemed to fit for some reason. He had this weird feeling but he couldn't quite tell what it was.

A soft knock was heard.

"Come in."

The door opened and Bryn came in. She sat down beside Sinbad.

"What do you think of what Rowan said?" he asked her.

"I don't know. I wasn't there when it happened. I guess anything is possible, captain."

"I just have this weird feeling. Something's not right. The story about the dragon intrigues me, especially that no one else saw or heard anything."

"If you want my opinion, you should talk to Malika."

"Why's that?"

"Something tells me that this girl knows more than her brother thinks. She's still awake, if you want to go see her."

"No. You know what? I'll just wait 'til tomorrow. Everybody is tired, especially the kids. Let's all get some sleep. I'll talk to her first thing tomorrow morning."

"Well, good night." Bryn said as she got up.

"Good night, Bryn." Sinbad said.

When Bryn closed the door, Sinbad closed his eyes and fell immediately asleep.

So?