Recently I have fallen in love with the anime called 'Magi' and I absolutely adore it. I had to write a story about it. Anyway, as you can see this story will be about a self-insert, a girl from our normal world who gets transported into the Magi universe.

To all the Magi lovers, enjoy and do leave a review behind, that would make my day!

Pride of the Fanalis Clan

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By Angelbloodlover

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~ Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.

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Friedrich Nietzsche

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Prologue: the Person that Came and Went as Well

Death.

It had never felt as calming as now.

To think that Life would disappear so quick- truly, it was an enigma. I didn't die from anything serious, well, it depends on the person's perspective. My mother had asthma and through her genetic codes I had received it too. Unfortunately, between the two of us my chronic disease seemed to be even worse than her. And through an asthma attack where I was too late to use my inhaler I had died.

At first it had been excruciatingly painful. Like snakes crawling on you, and then they choke you with their slimy tails, hissing in enjoyment. That feeling that you get when you couldn't breath and yet the air was filled with enough oxygen for more than seven billion people.

How cruel could God be?

I had choked while others could breath effortlessly.

I had died while other lived further.

I had abandoned my family while other families were rejoicing together.

My proud father, my gentle mother, my annoying little sister. I had left them all without a goodbye-that was the most heartbreaking thought that dwelled within my torturing mind. That was all I that I regretted, nothing else.

My father-the person who had encouraged me to continue living on.

My mother-if there was a person in this world who I admired the most, it would be her. Sure, she wasn't a saint, all humans had their faults, but at least she tried to do her best day in day out. Whenever I would look into her eyes I could see the guilt that ate her away when she saw that I had to struggle with my unfortunate condition. And although I had reassured her countless of times, she had always blamed herself for it. So, I had tried to hide the fact that my illness was eating at my soul, putting up a smile for everyone's sake.

My little sister-the person who looked up at me, admiring her strong, big sister who fought daily to survive another tiring day.

But now, I felt free.

The constricting feeling within my lungs, the fear of not being able to inhale fresh, sweet oxygen, the burden on my shoulders for putting a happy mask for the sake of my family...

All gone.

It felt absolutely euphoric, as if I could run for miles and never get out of breath, as if I could swim till the end of the world without drowning, as if I could withstand anything that was thrown towards me. Every challenge that would be given to me, I'd be able to conquer it.

Nothing would be able to stop the suppressed feelings within me, clawing their ways out.

Unfortunately this overwhelming power that was surging through me was useless now. I had died. I had left everyone.

Really, to give me this amount of energy after I died made me very frustrated.

...and now I felt nothing but an emptiness that stirred within me.

How many days had passed in this black hole of nothingness?

What's worse, the amount of energy seemed to increase daily, which made my frustration grow.

I felt trapped and the only thing I could do was drift mindlessly, hoping that I would reach the end of this never-ending tunnel. This couldn't possible be the white tunnel that everyone had described joyously. The place that would lead every soul into paradise.

...till now I got nothing more than a high amount of energy and stacks upon stacks of frustration.

Where the Hell did I get into?

Something inside of me told me that this question was better left unanswered, and yet the curiosity within me urged me to solve this puzzle.

Days went by and boredom was my ever-persistent companion.

If I didn't get out of this blackness then I would kick my way- "Shhh. Little one, I know you're dying to get out of there, but won't you stay inside for a bit longer?"

Startled at the mysterious, warm voice, I tried to pinpoint the location of it. What the hell was going on? Was I losing my sanity?

"Inside you're safe and protected. No one will ever hurt you."

This was starting to creep me out. One second I was surrounded by nothing but darkness and then out of nowhere I hear voices in my head. I couldn't even speak up and demand what this craziness was all about. I had never met this person and yet she (she sounded like a female) was protecting me. And then I felt an undeniably amount of love and fondness, it stirred something within me, something that made me long to hear more from this mysterious person.

I tried to think of every outcome of the situation I was put in. It could be some crazy psychopath with a very sick fetish, or a deranged lunatic who had escaped from the mental institute. And then all those arguments were pushed away by the fact that I had died, I was sure I had died.

...that's actually a good question?

Could I have died? Did I actually die?

Did someone save me right on time?

But then, why did I feel so calm and serene without any trouble? I didn't even have a problem with my lungs, so I couldn't possibly be alive. I would've needed my inhalers and medication sooner or later. Though none of that happened.

..then what was really going on here?

I tried to scream and cry out for help but no one came to my rescue. And no sound escaped my lips. Something was squeezing the life out of me, pushing me out. Breathing was getting difficult. The force of the push became stronger and stronger until it felt as if I would choke-no breath, no help, alone.

If I could cry I would've been in tears already. Someone, please, help me out.

With all my might I struggled against the vice grip and for a moment I thought I would succeed, until the pushing became unbearably strong and I was rendered useless at the sheer strength of it. Before I knew it I was bombarded by heavy scents, loud screaming-my entire senses were on overload and I struggled like a vicious madman, but I was once again rendered useless when a strong grip pulled me up and everything turned upside down for me.

I didn't know why I could describe it well, but the sound of the wind, the smell of many people (forested scent?), and many more. Though, I still couldn't open my eyes properly, only peeking, but the strong array of light made my eyes hurt too much, so that left me blind for the moment.

For one thing I was glad about, and that was the place I was in was way more spacious than before.

..unfortunately, I was at the mercy of these people. To my utmost shock and embarrassment I someone slapped my naked butt cheeks hard, making me gasp out in humiliation and then the sound of crying came next. And what's even worse?

The crying came from my lips.

Things were becoming chaotic and left me with more and more questions. Then big arms turned me up and cradled me close, where I could literally hear the soft beating of a heart. Strangely, it soothed me and the smell and warmth coming from this person too.

"Shh. Everything will be alright," came the strong, baritone voice from my holder.

The crying subdued after hearing that rich voice and I instantly felt safe and protected, but for the love of God I didn't know why or how or when it happened. I felt the rush of the wind and suddenly I was in another set of arms. Strangely, this person's smell made me instantly calm down, even more so than the first person. But I scrunched my nose in disgust the moment I smelt a strong coppery scent; blood.

Almost, I almost started crying all over again, until the same womanly voice spoke up, "Shh. My beloved daughter, my darling May, you're safe."

A strange feeling within me burst out at the sound of that voice. This was ridiculous, I was a grown-up woman-How could I be carried like this? I was too big. And how dare that person slap my ass, I'd make him regret it the moment I could fight back. And why the hell could i be calmed down by a woman's voice who I had never heard of before?

The pile of absurdity was getting higher and I was being buried under it.

Another voice spoke up, the same baritone one from before, "This girl shall bring forth pride and honor to our clan."

"Indeed she will."

What were these insane people talking about? Pride? Honor? Clan?

Let me tell you; being confused is one thing, but being mind-fucked was painstakingly annoying and led to a throbbing headache. So, stubborn old me wanted to see these psychopaths for myself. Keeping in mind that the light was too strong for my eyes, probably because I had been in that damned black hole from before, my eyes weren't used to it, I opened them slowly.

Flinching slightly when I opened them too fast, I tried again, calmed this time.

..and what I saw left me shocked till the core for above me were two unfamiliar blurry faces.

Normally I would've started crying and screaming but why would I do such a thing? It would only lead to more aggression and humiliation. Instead, I stared at the unknown faces, trying to study the outlines of their faces, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not see their faces batter.

Great, I was being womanhandled and now I was blind too? On top of that I had asthma, oh joy. Bring forth many joyful things to me because I really can't get enough of all of them.

Note the sarcasm.

Although I didn't have any problem with my lungs, in fact, I felt even better than before. Never did I felt so at ease with my lungs, which was another strange phenomenon. And another addition for the piles and piles of questions that seemed to increase rapidly.

"I have a great feeling about this child, Mira, a very great feeling."

And then I was pulled even closer towards the woman called Mira, something strange was inserted inside of my mind. To my increasing confusion a warm liquid caressed my taste buds, leaving me no choice but to swallow it. Strange, this almost tasted like ..milk? Hungry for more, I sucked more and more. This was horrifying-what was happening to me?

This strong, healthy body that was foreign to me. These strange people who were treating me weirdly. These overbearing senses of mine; smell and hearing mostly.

What in the name of God was going on here?