Disclaimer: I don't own Sinbad or other characters. Duh.

This story takes place after season 1, but before season 2. I don't know if season 2 ever happened according to my story. I loved Season 1, but I've only seen two episodes of Season 2, so here goes:

Prologue

In a dark fortress a small light shone brightly. The fortress was empty, when suddenly a gale swept through it. A small twister moved into the center of the brightly lit hall and then stopped. Out of the fading whirl-wind appeared a beautiful woman. She was dressed in a sleeve-less, high-necked black gown, with a cape cascading around her shoulders. However, her feminine charm was marred by a cruel twist on her lips as she gazed around the ruined fortress. With a small flick of her hand instantly it was repaired and royally decked. Hearing a sound behind her she wheeled around to see another figure materialize. Her look changed to one of shock and she raced forward.

Rumina grasped her father tightly in a hug, and he patted her fondly on the back.

"I'm so glad you're back and whole, Daddy," Rumina purred, and Turok smiled down at his daughter.

"Yes, my child, I am glad to see you as well. I must say this world looks much better when I can stand on my own two feet."

"So did Scratch restore your body?" she asked pulling away and looking at him quizzically. "I was so afraid that you had been killed again."

"I don't believe it was Scratch. I suppose he was much too concerned about his own well being to actually restore me."

"I heard that," came a rough and nasally voice behind them as in a flash of flame the demon appeared. "But you are correct," Scratch conceded, "I did not restore you."

"Then who...?" started Rumina when a voice stopped them dead in their tracks.

"I did." The voice was low and would have been pleasant to listen to if it hadn't been so apparently evil.

Turok and Scratch started, and then in one smooth motion kneeled and said, almost in unison, "Master, I herald your coming."

"Master?" Rumina asked puzzled.

"Turok," the voice said sounding disappointed. "Your daughter's education has been incomplete. You didn't feel inclined to tell her about me?"

"I'm sorry, Master," Turok murmured, "I was going to introduce her after we captured Baghdad, but then we ran into a slight...setback."

"One which you seem to have hit more than once," the voice murmured, but it didn't sound displeased.

"Yes, Master, it seems I have underestimated this Sinbad in more ways than one. Don't worry, I'll finish him off for good this time."

"No," the voice said.

"What?" asked Turok, surprised.

"No, I have my own purpose for Sinbad, one which is crucial to our plan to control the entirety of Earth. The darker powers have just made known to me the true way to defeat the side of good. Sinbad is the champion of good, and should he fall, we shall easily overrun all defenses."

"So," Scratch murmured sounding slightly confused, "you don't want him dead? But won't killing him herald our victory as much as anything else?"

"Yes, that is one way, but it is not a sure one. If he dies, the side of good will eventually choose a new champion. My plan is much more efficient. It will completely crush his spirit, and I have a feeling that it will especially please your daughter."

Rumina looked surprised and then very, very interested, "I'm listening, Master," she kneeled, catching on quickly, "what is your bidding?"

"Now I have you attention, do I?" a trace of laughter was now in the voice, "I like this girl, Turok, you've done well. Now pay close attention..."