Note: This is a rewrite of my OC story, The Story of the Unguided Bird, and is set during Sinbad no Bouken/Adventures of Sinbad.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Magi series. The Magi series is the property of Shinobu Ohtaka (writer) and Shogakukan (publisher), and are not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only.

Prologue: Mother's Journal

"Sis! Sis, wake up!"

"C'mon, sis!"

A young girl, asleep on a lush bed of colorful blankets and fluffy pillows, was shaken awake to the whispers of even younger children. With a guttural groan only possible for one of her status and age, the young girl pushed herself to sit up and glare at the intruders.

"What is it you two want?" she demanded none too politely of her intruders. Though she dearly loved her younger siblings, even she could be annoyed by their antics from time to time. In the moonlight, she could see the twins kneeling at her side with wide smiles so similar to their mother's. The two of them were practically mirrors of her, whereas she had taken after her father in appearance.

"Look what we found," the boy excitedly whispered, holding up a thick book bound in strong leather. The sight of it made the young girl straighten her back as she gazed at it curiously. Leather books were starting to gain popularity in the world, but they were usually only reserved for official books like laws and tax records. Leather-bounds were a luxury when made for personal uses, but she knew her mother had no problem affording such.

"What's that supposed to be?" the eldest wondered, slowly reaching out and running her fingertips against the rough surface. Judging by the stretched cracks and discoloration, it was obvious that the book was quite old. This observation only served to make her more curious.

"A journal. Here, read this," the female twin eagerly spoke in a quiet voice, reaching out and opening the book to its first page. The parchment inside was torn and worn around the edges, yet the rest was just fine. A sign of how aged the book was, yet a testament to how well the owner took care of it. The page was full of writing in a particular style that the girl had seen so many times in her short life.

"This is mother's handwriting. Where did you two find this book?" she asked her youngest siblings.

"Earlier, we were in mom's library with her," the boy began.

"She was doing paperwork and we were just running around the shelves," his twin sister continued.

"Then we saw this book. You know, because it looks so different from the rest of the scrolls."

"We got curious and wanted to read it, but mom said we can read it when we're older."

"But we didn't want to wait until we were 'older'! So we went back to get it and now we're here." The eldest looked between the twins in scandalized shock.

"So you two just stole mother's book from her study?!" the young girl nearly shouted, nearly appalled by their actions. The boy tried to shush his older sister as the youngest quickly explained.

"We didn't steal it! We're just…borrowing it. Until we're done reading. We'll return it, we swear," she tried to convince her. The elder sister, after looking between their pleading faces, just sighed in resignation.

"Then why are you coming to me?" she asked them. The twins sheepishly glanced at each other, then down to their lap.

"Well, we skimmed the book earlier…And we couldn't understand some of the words. If we had asked anyone else, they would have told mom, so we came to you," the brother answered. She tried to deny them, but the youngest shoved the book into her lap.

"Just read the first page before you say no. Then you'll see why we want to read it," she proposed. The young girl gave the twins a stern look before shifting in her bed so the whole page was illuminated by the pale moonlight. The twins smiled, but she chose to focus on the words of her mother, reading them in a soft voice.

My name is Parizade*. At this point in my life, many titles have been attached to my name. Some have stayed and others have passed, but here, in this journal, I am merely "Parizade". This journal shall be a written account of my journeys since I was a child.

This is not the original journal, for I have lost that in a long fire. I've even had many more books after the original, but all lost in various ways. But I recall everything of those days with unquestionable clarity as I have written these words over and over again.

This book of mine may not have seen me through all my adventures, but my words definitely have. From the dark dungeons of Ria Venus Island to the war council rooms of Kou. Upon the queen's desk of Artemyra to inside a hut of the Yambala Tribe. Never have I stopped writing. I fear that I may have lost my mind a long time ago had I stopped.

Some of the accounts in this journal will be…hard to read. It was certainly hard for me to write them, even after so many times. I won't disregard the pain and suffering I, and many others, have faced in order to make a pretty novel and I refuse to glorify my actions and beliefs, or the actions and beliefs of others, to create propaganda. I have had my fair share of failures and victories and I will tell all in this journal.

Of those who are reading, you have my word that everything in this journal will be as true as I have experienced it throughout my adventures.

The young girl slowly closed the journal a faraway look in her pensive expression. The twins looked expectantly at their older sister, waiting to hear her judgement on the matter. Finally, after what seemed forever, she put the book on top of her nightstand and faced her siblings.

"You two go back to your room. In the morning, I'll give this book back to mother and tell her what you've done," she said, a certain finality in her voice. The other two tried to argue, but she held up a hand and they silenced themselves immediately.

"Mother told you that you can read this when you're older and I think she's right. Now, go back to bed you two." Without another word of protest, the twins glumly stood from their sister's bed and quietly left the bedroom with their heads hanging. When they closed the door behind them, the girl gazed at her mother's journal one last time before flopping back down on her bed and going back to sleep.

A/N – So this is the prologue of the rewrite. In the original, I wasn't planning on having any sort of romance for Parizade. But here, it's now established that she has three kids. So clearly, Parizade got together with someone at some point in her life.

Also, for people interested in the run of this story, as a forewarning, I'm probably going to end up completely rewriting the canon story of Magi. This is because Parizade is my original character, a non-canon character, and her presence will really change the canon story because she's the main character of this one.

Anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy this rewrite and thanks for reading!

*Parizade – Parizade's name comes from Princess Parizade, a character in The Story of the Speaking Bird and The Story of Two Sisters Who Were Jealous of Their Younger Sister, both of which come from One Thousand and One Nights.