The key for my story:

"talking"

/Thinking/

(something I have to say)

inner thoughts

'sarcasm'

This is Arabian

Normal talk is French.

Hey there people. This is mysticaldreamsorceress. Hope you enjoy the story and I'll try to update as often as I can. This is my first Disney fic. I don't own any characters from the movie. Just my own. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

A train of wagons. That's what she saw as she looked over the rocky wall. She was living in the desert. Her family killed by the soldiers three years ago. She was a native of this land and stole for survival from wandering tradesmen that got to close to the cave she called home. She had also killed many to keep her home safe and secret. She had seen many people traveling through the desert over the years. However, this group had to be the brightest colored out of all. She remembered sometimes groups like this would stop for supplies at her families shop. Gypsies, that was what they called themselves. The caravan was getting closer and they stopped for the night next to the water.

Aremis's POV

Our caravan had stopped for the night. The animals were tired and weak from traveling under the hot sun all day. When we left the last town we had been warned of the 'desert killer'. That was what the village had come to call a man living out here. We stopped by some cliffs that had a small river running through it. I decided it would be best to post guards on the outskirts of our camp. If this man lived anywhere in the desert it might be here. Water was key to living in the desert.

I went to the front of our group. This was where my wagon was. I am the leader of this band of nomads. I decided to get some water before heading to bed. I headed to the river with my flask. I did not know i would soon add another citizen to our band of gypsies.

End POV

Aremis came to the river and bent down to fill his water. From the corner of his eye he saw some movement. He quickly drew his large dagger and jumped the small river and caught the person on the other side. What he found stunned him and he froze for an instant. A young woman, no older than 17, was in the weeds by the river. She had his dagger at her throat and looked at him calmly. He quickly removed it and tried to communicate with this woman.

"Pardon me my dear." Aremis says trying not to startle the girl. Though she didn't look afraid at all. She watched him with cautious eyes.

"Who are you?" The girl questions quickly. She was slowly moving to the edge of the cliff wall.

"My name is Aremis and this is my group of gypsies." He replies, for once thankful that he knew Arabian.

"My name is Amirah. I've Seen gypsies before." Amirah replies looking at the group of wagons cautiously. She did not trust easily, especially people who were rumored to be theives and murderers.

"Where are your parents my dear?" Aremis questions worriedly. She was far to young to be on her own. Perhaps she even had a husband somewhere near by. She was at the right age for marraige.

"They are dead. They have been for years. My family have become the animals of the desert now." The girl replies casually. She looked towards the caravan with curious eyes.

"I cannot let you live alone. That would go against my code of honour. Would you like to travel with my group of Gypsies?" Aremis question's hoping she would come along. Living in the desert along was a hard life. If she were to come with them she would have a better chance of survival.

"But I would leave my family."The woman seemed to think for a while. Her eyes suddenly glowed with a mechevious look. She looked Aremis in the eyes and spoke her decision. " I will only join your group if I could bring Rhahim with me." The girl asks hopeful. If she was leaving she would bring her best friend with her.

"Alright." Aremis complies after a while. If all she wanted was to bring her pet he would allow her that. Amirah went into a hidden cave behind the cliff wall and brought out a desert hawk.

"This is Rhahim. I'll come with you only if he is allowed to come as well." Amirah (Mira) says looking at Aremis.

Aremis was very surprised. He was expecting a horse, or a dog, or even a goat. But not a hawk. Hawks were very rare in the desert, and were often captured for rich nobles to use as pets.

"Agreed. Come with me and meet my band of gypsies." Aremis says and leads the Woman back to the camp.

When they got to the camp he could see her in the fire light. She was tall at about 5'9''. She had both of her ears pierced at least four times along the lobe. She had a simple solid necklace and bracelets made out of solid gold. She also had an anklet made out of silver with some amethyst stones inlaid around the outside it. Her hair was a dark brown and her eyes were a mix between lavender/blue/gray. Her skin wasn't brown, but a light golden color. She wore an outfit that was tan, and brown. She had a scarf that covered her head and partially revealed her face. Her top was tan with a brown thin trim along the collar and cut off at her middriff. She had a short tan skirt with a brown belt around her waist. the skirt had a slit up the right side in order for her to move more easily. When they came back to the camp everyone in the group watched and listened to Aremis explain that the new woman would be joining the group. He was one of the only ones who knew her language. Mira said her farewells to her animal friends and left with the gypsies to start her new life. She had always wanted an adventure in her life.

2 Years Later

Aremis had taught Amirah French, and a little Romani. It was the common languages most of the gypsies used. He told his group two weeks ago they were headed to Paris. Over these past two years Amirah had become a daughter to him. In a sense he had adopted her, even though he did not have a wife. The caravan had accepted this and many of the eligible men were after Amirah's heart. It wasn't long before the caravan realized they had an unusual wonman on their hands. Aremis remembers the day they had learned what her name meant. And he agreed with the definition greatly.

Flashback

They had been traveling though the desert for two days. They came to a small city and decided to stop for some needed supplies. Aremis searched for a place to restore their water.

"I see a well over there." He heard Amirah say from behind him. He looked towards her and she was pointing towards a well near the edge of the village where other women form the town were gathered.

"Alright. Could you fill everyone's supply?" Aremis asks Amirah. She nods her head as an answer. She then headed to the wagons to gather everyone's water carrier's.

Aremis was gathering supplies when he heard some men next to him talking. He was close enough that he overheard their whispers.

"They say the desert killer is gone!" The older man tells the younger man who stood beside him.

"How? What happened?" Asks the younger man curious. Rumors of the dreaded desert killer were few and far between. Everyone was always interested in what was happening in the desert. "Did the soldiers get him? Or did other desert bandits killl him?"

"No body knows. All people know is that he seems to have left the place he was supposedly living at. I think I know what happened though." The old man says, with a mechievious smirk on his face at the end.

"What do you know?" Asks the younger man anxious.

"Excuse me, but why do they call him the desert killer?" Aremis asks suddenly to the men. He had heard rumors of a desert killer, but noone would ever talk about who the killer was.

"It's because he killed any man who got to close to this spot. It was a cave near a small stream. No one who went their ever came back." The old man says quietly. "But you know you young men, the killer was a woman. I saw her!" He says, quit happy and excited at the end.

"What? When?"Asks the younger man surprised.

"A few years ago son. She was beautiful!" The older man says dreamily. he then proceeds to get a far off look, probably reminiscing about older times.

Aremis had gotten all of the supplies he needed so he went back to his caravan and began dividing the supplies among the group. The two men were talking still and came out of the stall a little while after he did. Amirah had finished her chore of gathering water and went to see if Aremis needed anything else done.

"Did you need me to do anything else?" Amirah asks looking around the group. Everyone seemed to be in good spirit. Suddenly she heard a man shouting from behind Aremis.

"That's her! That's her!" An older man says suddenly as he come over. "Your just as beautiful as I remember!" He says to Amirah. She thought he looked strangely familiar.

"Do I know you?" Amirah asks this old man. He looked similar to a man that was able to get away from her a few years ago.

"Excuse me, my dear. Who are you traveling with?" The old man asks curious towards her.

"These kind gypsies." Amirah says looking at Aremis. Aremis was watching the exchange with a curious expression.

"Sir, do you know who your traveling with?" The older man asks Aremis surprised.

"I'm beginning to get an idea. Amirah come on. We need to go." Aremis says picking up the rest of the supplies. He was placing them in the back of his wagon.

"Amirah! A beautiful name! You certainly are as beautiful as a princess my dear! May Allah protect you!" The old man says leaving the caravan. (I actually researched this name. This is what that name means. According to the website.)

"A princess?" Aremis asks confused as he and Amirah get into his wagon.

"That's what my name means. Sometimes I wish it were diferent. I would prefer if you call me Mira though." Mira replies Quietly. With that they began to head on their way.

"Very well. We will call you Mira from now on." Aremis replies as he gets into the wagon bench and they begin the journey to the next village.

End Flashback

Once the rest of the caravan learned what her name meant they began to notice she really did act like a princees on occassions. Everything and anything someone did, whether it be a man or a woman, she had to try it, or at least help them with it. Even though in some cases she wasn't able to complete the task. She became very protective of the members of the caravan. She always made sure everyone was safe and had enough supplies to survive. Aremis looked at the girl sleeping soundly behind him in the wagon. It was about mid day and he decided the animals needed a break. He stopped the wagan and the rest of the caravan began to pull in around him. He began to list off all that Mira could do.

/She can dance, sing, sew, cook, she's a great story teller, her flexability is amazing, she can mimic people./ Aremis stopped his list and remembered when Trisha had found that certain little tricky gift out.

Flashback

Trisha was mending her husbands clothes. He had ripped them again on one of his excursions. Her children were out playing around the camp. Suddenly she heard her son's voice from outside her wagon.

"Mama is working." She heard him say to someone.

"Then I'll have to come back later and give this back." She heard what sounded like Aremis reply. She remembered he had borrowed a dagger from her to carve a bowl with. He had borrowed it almost a week ago and she wanted it back.

"Okay! I'll tell mama you stopped by." Her son replied. Trisha walked out ready to get the dagger when all she found was Mira sitting outside her tent holding some string and braiding it into a bracelet.

"Mira!" Trisha cried at the girl startled.

"Yes?" Mira asks in Aremis' voice, a very good immitation.

All Trisha could do was smile and laugh and the girl. She needed to tell Aremis Mira had another talent. And soon, before she got into a lot of trouble with someone.

End Flashback

He remembered it so vividly. But now he had to think about what they were heading to. He was sure Paris would hold a unigue adventure. One he hoped they were all ready to face.

Mysticaldreamsorceress: please review. I would like to know what you think. Should I continue? Should I quit? Do you have any suggestions? I'd like to know. Tell me if you want!