The Half: Redirecting

by kyokasha

A continuation of "The Half" story, in which a girl is Half Djinn... With the release of Baal, the first Djinn from the first dungeon, came also another from the tower. A girl who has been set free from her cage, and comes to be with Sinbad. But can someone who is half Djinn, be able to live a calm life, without the hassles of trying to be controlled by other forces?

1. Chapter 1: She is Nothing

The Half: Redirecting – Chapter 1: She is Nothing

Within the dinning room, seated all about the long table, was to show the faces of the 8 generals. At one end sat their King, Sinbad. The trio of Aladdin, Morigana, and Alibaba had also found a place around the crowded table. Hinahoho would sometimes say that there was no better way to enjoy a feast then with a crowded table of friends, and story telling. However, this time around, the story to be shared would not be one of their time. Nor would it be an adventurous one like Sinbad's younger days.

Kyo stood up just to the left of Sinbad as she had found her way to be part of the small group. Her own tale was to start from the first dungeon where she would see Sinbad for the first time in her life. She had been under the Djinn Baal's care until he had been taken in by the, now, Sindria King. This blue haired female was set free into the world as well. To live within the realm of the Djinn's, she would not last as a human, and had be set within the dungeon know as "The Half". Half human, half djinn. The only one to be known of as far as anyone knew. Her life had been set a different path than to journey with Sinbad and his comrades. She grew up on her own, picking up on skills that were needed in order to move forward. And with the help of the Magi Yunan, she had came to the country of Sindria.

Her time spent with those on the independent Sindria would lead her to make real friends for the first time, as well as to find the boy who had caught her eye with the concurring of the first dungeon, Sinbad. The time had finally come, where her memories had returned after the kidnapping of her person. Returned once more to Sindria, a few days had been spent in recovering before the time had finally come for her to share her tale as to how she came to be within the dungeon of Baal.

"As you know..." She started. "I was to come from the first dungeon, with the release of Baal." Her person dressed with blue would come to match her eyes as well as her hair. Several objects of gold decorated her person as well as she stood with a staff in her left hand. It was a golden rod with a red jewel ball at the top as two curved looking horns came from the sides, and from the top would look something like a sharpened bobby-pin. She would be under Sinbad's command when he commanded it. The Sindria King was the holder of her own personal Djinn vessel: a golden ear cuff, that the others had yet to know of. Unlike a normal Djinn, she was free to do as she pleased, but if Sinbad were to command her to do a task, such as fight, she could not decline the request.

The sets of eyes from around the table had all been focused on the Half as she stood above them.

"From the original dwelling of my brother's home, I resided..."she looked to the magi, Aladdin, and hesitated. "My name was not always Kyo, as I know Baal could easily tell you that." faint chuckling shifted through the group. "But even that original name was one to be looked over..." She pointed the top end of her staff towards the center of the table above them. Memories of the country Alma Torran shimmered for them all to see as she told her tale.

Before the rebel against David, Solomon had been raised being told that he was the only child to King David. A son that would one day go to do greater things for their world. With his residence to be within the same palace as his father, Solomon had often gone off looking through the many rooms, but only one ever remained locked away from him. The young Solomon had tried many a times to open the locked door, and then to be scolded when caught saying that King David forbid any to go without permission. The desire to go in only became greater.

Upon one night, he had sneaked away where he had noticed that one maid would go into the locked door, but this time she had forgotten to lock it behind her as another maid called out to her for assistance as she carried several heavy things.

"Wait, let me help you!" the maid called out and took off to help her fellow maid. The door to be left unlocked. This was the chance that Solomon had been waiting for as he dashed to it and inside. A dark hallway that had only scarce amount of candle light stair-cased downward. It was a straight hall that led downward and then to stop at another door. Luckily this door was not locked neither, neither would the next two doors that seemed to follow right after one another in a straight hall. And upon the opening of the last door, was to open to a large room, big enough that a group of men could stand in a circle around the center.

"Hello?" Solomon called out as his eyes adjusted to lesser lighting. A small gasp came from the center as something on the floor sat before him. "hello...?" he asked again and walked forward. His feet stopping just before the thing in front of him, or more particular, the person in front of him was at his feet. His own eyes widening as the sight of a small young girl with blue hair looked up at him. Her eyes matching his, her hair matching his. But unlike his, who were filled with light, she looked worn, tired, and starved. Chains limited her movement that connected her ankles to the ground.

"Who... are you...?"

"...who are you..?" she replied back weakly, as she looked up at him.

"I am Solomon, son of King David."

"I..." she hesitated as though trying to find words, "those who come here call me La-Shay... because King David says I am nothing..." she looked down. Her feet to her sides as she sat on her rear in the middle of the room.

"Why would he name you that, and why keep you here?"

"Because... Father says I am nothing to him, and keeps me here to use me for later use in his plans."

"Who's your father, that he would let you go be a prisoner to King David?"

"My father..." she looked up at a very young Solomon who would be maybe 5 or 6 year older than herself, "is your father... Are you... my big brother then...?" she asked with a small hint of hope.

Solomon found his mouth empty, and the sound of a creaking door from behind, sent him back running to the door. He left the room leaving no answer for the girl named La-Shay.

To be continued...