I don't own Magi. If I did, I'd try to tone down on how horrible Sheba's death was. T_T
Sheba was dying.
She still clung to life. But she knew she wouldn't last for long.
How? How did this all happen? Just when they were all so close…
Or were they? Had they even managed to achieve their dream at all? Where had things gone wrong?
Arba…Falan…Wahid…Ithnan…
Why?
Why did this happen? After everything they had all been through. After everything they had promised to do. She had failed him. Failed them.
Solomon…I'm sorry…
And
Aladdin…
She could only imagine what might have been, what their future might have been.
A young boy who so resembled his father but had his mother's eyes sat eating mountains of food alongside his mother while his father laughed…
The very same boy chasing after an older boy with orange hair and a bright smile…
Sparring with his father and a smiling brown-haired lady…
Learning to practice magi with his blue-haired uncle and his father…
Finding friends who stick by him for life…
A girl to love forever…
Children…
All of that. Gone.
But Aladdin was not gone. He had to live.
She clutched at her stomach protectively and willed her magoi into her womb.
I'm sorry, Aladdin. Sorry that I never got to hold you. Sorry that I couldn't protect you. Sorry that I won't be there for you.
I'm so sorry…
…
…
…
…you have to live.
I wish Sheba had held Aladdin just once before dying. I think Aladdin feels the same way.