Day 0: Her Name Is Seira

Hey guys, it's Mitsu again! (●*∩_∩*●) Sorry I haven't done anything noteworthy lately. இ_இ I don't feel like a worthy author with all my setbacks! T^T I swear to God, Ra, the Rukh, Il Ilah, and the Soul King that I will finish updating all my FanFictions before the end of this year! DX Anywho, I'm really into Magi right now... So here's a FanFiction I made from reading and watching all things Magi! XD

Enjoy~ 〜（ゝ。∂）

"Is it really time?"

"Yes. They found "him". We cannot delay any longer."

"... Very well, but what about him?"

"Oh, he will be alright with me. Why? Are you worried? Aw, how sweet of you~"

"Hmph. I'm only worried about what weird thoughts you might put in him while I'm gone."

"Hey! Have faith in me, will you?"

"When you finally pluck up the courage to ask her out, sure."

"... You're really mean, you know that?"

"Yup!"

Fourteen years ago, before the tale of Aladdin and Alibaba began, a strange building rose from the depths of the ocean. It was the first of its kind in all of history. It was discovered in the strait between Partevia and Reim.

Before people knew it, everyone called the mysterious building a dungeon.

The two great powers, the Partevia and Reim Empires, were worked over conquering it. Scientists and soldiers alike took an immediate interest in it and, before long, there were two thousand researchers who came to investigate the strange phenomenon and over ten thousand men who challenged it. Their curiosity and arrogance soon led them to explore the dungeon.

However, none from those two thousand scientists or ten thousand soldiers who entered the dungeon left with their lives. Before long, without a truthful word of what secrets lie within the dungeon, people had started calling it the "Hole of Death".

Just as people were giving up hope on the dungeon, and there didn't seem to be a person willing to stand up to this mystery... something happened.

The door to the dungeon opened and a blue giant carrying radiant treasures appeared, led by a single young man. Imagine the surprise of everyone when they found out the one who conquered the dungeon was this mere boy.

But that's a story for later. It'd be rude to use one's story as a tale of another. The main character of that story isn't even the same as the one in this one!

Every story needs a main character and we have yet to introduce this story's. And so in theatrical terms, the curtains draw back to reveal Act 1 of this play. However, in the common tongue:

This is the start of the Adventure of Sinbad and Seira.

The Dark Continent is famous for two things. One, it is known as the place where Fanalis come from, and two, it is the home of the Great Rift. The Great Rift got its name because sunlight doesn't reach the Rift, even thought it should. The Rift is so wide that one side is not visible from the other. So to travel within the Rift, a person must depend on their hearing and smelling senses.

Which is why it's really not advised to fall into it by accident. Unfortunately, our main character does not like to listen to people when they talk a lot like this.

From above the Great Rift, a scream could be heard, getting closer and closer until it suddenly stops with the sound of a thud and the sight of clouds of dust.

"Ow..." A groan could be heard from the figure sprawled on the ground. With a push, the figure got up and brushed the dirt off their clothes. Looking up at where the sky should be, the figure cupped their hands and shouted, "Just had to get back at me for that comment, didn't you?!"

After a pregnant moment of silence, the figure just sighed and started walking before smashing into a rock wall and falling back to the ground.

Holding their injured nose, the figure yelled in a muffled tone, "Are you kidding me?!" Instead of yelling at the sky again, the figure just hopped right back up and turned around 180º. Striding forward to who knows where. Though most of you already know.

After a few hours, our main character has changed their pace from striding to running to walking and finally, to pathetically crawling with what little strength they had left. With each tug of the arms and kick of the feet, the figure moaned, "I Hate Him. So Much. Right Now."

Then, somewhere in front of the crawling person, a click of a doorknob was heard. A door opened and a dark figure stark against the bright doorway suddenly appeared.

The figure revealed to be a man who wore loose green and white clothing and long boots. He also had a feminine face and long braid with a large white feather at the end, along with a smaller braid partially covered by a floppy green hat with another feather hanging from the side. He blinked at the familiar white Rukh that he hadn't seen for awhile and looked down at our main character in surprise.

"Ah, is that you, Seira?" He asked while leaning down to gaze at the sprawled figure.

"Yunan." Seira mumbled softly, face flat against the earth.

"Hmm?" Yunan leaned down closer to the figure on the ground.

Seira suddenly shot up and grabbed Yunan's long braid. With a sharp tug, Yunan was pulled face to face with Seira. In the light, a feminine face framed by long taupe hair was finally revealed. Her calm sepia brown eyes didn't match the dark smile that went with them.

"It was such a nice thing for you to tell me that you moved your home this far in the Continental Rift." Seira said sarcastically at Yunan who looked fearful at the close proximity between him and the girl whose Rukh radiated her killer intent.

The man chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his neck. "I thought he told you about that."

"No, he just told me you would be there to pick me up." Seira's smile grew darker. "And of course, you forgot."

Yunan sweatdropped furiously at her accusation. "I-I'm sorry, Seira." He knew that he should have at least tried to remember to pick her up. Especially since her magoi was low every time he dropped her in the Continental Rift and she had a temper that rivaled a Maurenian Sabertooth tiger's.

"How would you feel if I forgot how much you loved that long hair of yours?" Seira said, brandishing a long dagger at Yunan, near where his braid met his neck. "I'm sure you'd look much better with short hair."

"Please, not my hair!" Yunan pleaded and desperately tried pulling his braid out of Seira's tight grip. Useless. "I'll make up for it, Seira! I'll do anything! Just don't cut my hair!"

"Anything, you say?" Seira's dagger disappeared and she let go of Yunan's hair, grasping his shoulders instead. "Well then," Seira leaned closer to Yunan, her lips grazing his ear. "What I want is..."

Yunan's face turned flush at her actions. "Y-yes?"

A loud growl echoed through the Continental Rift for the longest of times and Seira collapsed on Yunan. "Food. Feed me, Yunan, I'm starving."

Yunan blinked in astonishment, then looked down, smiling kindly at the brunette.

"Of course, Seira."