The Careless Whisper

A Magi/Adventures of Sinbad Fanfiction

Introduction

"Emptiness is not just a feeling. It is a state of mind, a consequence of not feeling loved."

Amelia Marie Snow was nothing. Her family often made that clear to her and forced her to work at the young age she was. Her Mother and Father were alcoholics, drinking away her earnings every week. At the age of 12, Amelia ran away, finding herself in a remote city she didn't know. She was kidnapped and forced into slavery, being bought by her now Master Lord Dami, who treats her fairly well for a Servant. Now being 14 years old, Amelia is more a gem to Lord Dami, turning into a beauty. Amelia was only a short 5 foot 2 inches, weighing merely 119 pounds. She had silver-white hair that reached the middle of her back, her eyes blood red and round. Lord Dami had taught her to flirt, encouraging her to flirt with his patrons in attempts to get more money. To their surprise, it often worked. But all Amelia felt was emptiness, as when she laid alone her in bed, the words of her parents echoed in her head, forcing feelings out she thought she buried long ago…

It was unseasonably hot. The air was hot and humid, and it felt like with each breath, one was inhaling as much water as oxygen. Amelia was slapping away bugs, annoyed that her skin was sticky from the humid air. Lord Dami had brought Amelia with him as he attempted to capture the 6th Dungeon, who was known to be home of a powerful Storm Djinn. Lord Dami wasn't an exceptional man in any sense, however being from an old and wealthy family, the young Lord was given whatever he wanted, that included the young servant Amelia Snow.

"My Lord, we have reached the gate. I will only ask once more, you are sure you want to enter?" The Captain of the small army Lord Dami gathered was a large, honorable man going by the name of Captain Lan, his last name unknown to Amelia. She stood a few feet away from the gate, looking at it in wonder. So, this was a dungeon. Lord Dami merely waved his hand.

"Yes, of course I am sure. I will capture this, everyone here will be rewarded handsomely, and I will be one step closer to becoming a King." He said proudly, sure his plan would not fail. Entering after the group of men, Lord Dami and Amelia entered the dungeon, only to see the soldiers dying, one after one. With her back against the wall, Amelia's worst fears began to come to life. She was too young to die, she wanted to live more. She wanted to be important to at least someone. Determined, Amelia began slashing and stabbing at the beasts that came toward her and her Lord, using the small dull dagger she kept with her. The Captain had regained his own strength and voice, commanding and aiding his soldiers well. In truth, only a handful of men died, many more were merely injured. Lord Dami panted in fright, hovering like a coward behind the tiny servant girl in front of him. The Captain yelled for them to continue, and that was what they did. They walked for what seemed like days, until they came to a large opening, with treasures and whatnot around. Lord Dami ran out, laughing.

"We made it! Where is the Djinn?" As if on command, thunder echoed and a large, blue being appeared. Amelia stared at the being. She was beautiful for a Djinn, obviously powerful in not just words but actions, something Amelia always wanted to be. Her words struck like lightning, echoing dangerously.

"Who is the would be King?" She asked, looking around. She looked in the group of soldiers and shook her head, doing the same thing to Captain Lan. Her eyes landed on Lord Dami, who smiled.

"I am the next King!" He proclaimed, only to be met by the Djinns laughter of disbelief. The Djinn thundered with laughter at the Lords miserable face, the roaring sound shaking Amelia's body as well as the walls, making it feel as though they would collapse. Her gaze then met Amelia's. The next words the Djinn spoke surprised everyone in the room, but no more than Amelia.

"It is You." The Djinn said softly. Amelia merely shook her head, Lord Dami obviously feeling the same way.

"No, she is nothing but a servant. She is not the next ruler of anything, lest it is of cleaning!" The Lord yelled out in anger. He stomped over to Amelia, hauling her up by her long, silver-white hair.

"Tell her you are not the next Ruler!" He screamed, his face beginning to turn an ugly shade of red. Suddenly, he dropped her, his body shaking, seemingly like he was having a seizure. Shock, it seemed, as the female Djinn had used her abilities.

"I am Aella, a Storm Djinn created from Strength and Patience from the King Solomon. I have chosen my Queen." Aella said to Amelia, her large eyes kind. Amelia walked forward, confused.

"Why…me?" Her voice as small and insignificant as she thought she was. Aella only smiled, slowly becoming smaller.

"Because you are important." Those words struck inside Amelia like a church bell, ringing and echoing in her. Disappearing completely, the Djinn casted herself into the servant's girl dull dagger.

You are important. You are strong. Speak like the Queen you are!

Aella's voice rang in Amelia's head, giving her the courage to open her mouth.

"You all were employed by Lord Dami to help in capturing this dungeon. I will ask all of you to assist me in rounding up the gold and treasure into bags and then we will leave. You all work for me now and will address me as Lady Snow." Her voice rang clear and strong, surprising the soldiers, as well as the Captain. The now conscious Lord Dami looked at her in surprise, though not seeming to argue, as it was obvious who held the power now. However, as surprised as the Captain was, he was pleased to her the young girl speak so freely, like that was the first time she was able to in her life. He bowed to her.

"Yes, Lady Snow."