I know I shouldn't be uploading another story when I haven't updated in ages...but I couldn't resist!Rate T for OC's potty mouth. And I don't own Magi.
I can grant you any wish that your heart desires.
Now, what is it that you wish for?
Then it shall be so,but on one condition.
The young child woke up with a scream,her limbs tangling with silken sheets trapping the frantic thrashing. Falling, her head meeting the cold floor with a resounding crack. Her chest heaving, sucking it air like a drowning man as the pain left her momentarily stunned, thick blue hair clinging to her body in sweaty clumps.
Brown, it should be brown! Why is it blue! Oh god why is it blue!
Snapping out of her daze, the child finally threw off her sheets, her hands at last able to clutch at her throat, fingers frantically flew over perfectly smooth skin.
Where's the blood?Why isn't there any blood?! There should be blood everywhere! There was meant to be blood!
But despite the growing frantic clawing at her throat the skin remain smooth and unblemished. Not a cut or a spec of blood to be found. Her breathing quickened becoming more and more shallow as she threw herself into the throws of panic.
Where was she?!This wasn't her home! Carpet there should be carpets, not tiles?!
Head snapping around the room, blue hair slapping against her face, wide confused amber eyes darted from side to side taking in the lush and colourful room she found herself in. Her hand instantly went up to shield her eyes from light that streamed from the deep set windows. The hand froze in front of her face.
Why is it tanned!? She was as pale as a bloody ghost! She burnt like a lobster in the sun, her skin wasn't this dark?!
But no matter how much she rubbed at the exposed skin it remained a tawny brown. Once again wide eyes popped as she took in how small the hands were. She shakily held them up close to her face as if a bringing them closer would return them to the larger hand of an adult and not the pudgy digits of a four year old.
Wrong,wrong it all wrong!
Wide and lose silk sleeves pushed against her arms, careful embroidery lining the shirt like dress fell to her small pudgy feet and was just another thing to add to the list of things that where absolutely wrong.
Oh God no no no NO! This wasn't happening!
Decretive tiled floors, shimmering silk and satin sheets in deep reds,golds and blues lay strewn on the floor a plush bed dominated the room, the walls were covered in brightly coloured mosaics forming intricate patterns and scenes.A raging waterfall there, a soaring Phoenix, palaces,and rising suns all telling stories that she couldn't possibly comprehend or appreciate in her panic.
Wrong,wrong its all wrong! There should be ratty carpet with questionable stains and only a single bed with an equally warn mattress that was supposed to be soaked with her blood. Night it was meant to be night! There shouldn't be lush couches or mosaics or lamps or arches and it shouldn't be morning and there shouldn't be the smell of incense…or… it was all wrong… wasn't it?
It was then that the heavy looking carved doors burst open and two men carrying curved swords burst into that she froze in fear. The men where dressed in dark blue robes and loose red pants, with thick red sashes around their waists, a uniform. Their tanned skin gleamed with a light seen of took all this in with wide eyes, that would probably pop out of her skull if there was another surprise, as the men scoured the room before turning to her with concerned gazes and they where asking her questions and SHE COULDN'T UNDERSTAND THEM!
By now she was in a state of full blown panic, her breathing came in short shallow gasps. She felt a hand on her shoulder and letting out a terrified shriek she jerked away from the appendage, still not comprehending anything that was happening to her.
They are my guards, father stationed them outside my room after the last kidnapping attempt.
What!? Where did …how did she know that? She hadn't even met her father, and she doubted the man behind bars cared about her enough to get guards, let alone afford it!And who the hell had guards these day beside the freaking pope! No! she couldn't get side tracked she had to get out of here go to the police or home…..no not home.
This is home, this is my room.
What? No! She damn well knew the 90 sq. ft space she called home….where she got...
Then the memories came flooding in of another life one that didn't know electricity and London didn't were she was the daughter of the Grand Vizor and Royal Hekim-bashi, not one of a druggie and a prostitute. Sweet baby tap-dancing Jesus, Mother of god she did die! And with that she promptly fainted which threw the poor flustered guards into a state of pure panic.