The island country of Sindria was having another beautiful beginning to their day. Though only a few days old the country had around fifty inhabitants; escaped slaves, people looking for a better life. The founder was a young Sinbad, almost fourteen in age. With the power of Baal he swore to protect his people. So far there had been a few other minor countries have tried to take the island but failed at these attempts. Things were starting to settle around the foundation of Sindria and soon Sinbad would leave to train with a Spartan warrior. It was because of this he had been running around the island, building up his stamina before he met his mentor to leave his country.
As he was running he saw a flash of white in the corner of his eye. He stopped running to look back at it and saw nothing. He was about to start running again when he felt a small tug he knew too well. It's hard to forget what it feels like being pickpocketed. Swiftly he grabbed the hand that was pulling away with his sack of fresh water before turning to meet the eyes of the culprit. He had to look down a few inches to see a bundle of crazy white hair, tan skin and silver, almost white, eyes. Sinbad stared in shock as the young girl- she couldn't be older than ten- started to struggle to get away desperately.
He noticed she was so scared that she had started to cry as her fighting got weaker. Softly Sinbad took the water sack out of her hand before opening it and holding it up to mouth, still holding onto her wrist. Her eyes got wide, tears slowing down, as she took a sip of what she had been so desperately she needed to steal. She took a few more gulps before Sinbad started to talk to her.
"You didn't have to try to steal it. You could have just asked," he spoke kindly as he slowly let go of her wrist. When she didn't instantly run away he knew he was going to take her with him. Plus, she was a tiny wisp of a thing he couldn't just let her run wild on such uncharted land.
Slowly, as to not startle her, he took her hand and tugged her so she would follow. The first few tugs she was hesitant but followed him anyway. The walk was silent on her part but Sinbad spoke to her, telling her how he found the island and how he wanted his country to grow and stand for. And even though she had barely spoken, she felt like something amazing had just begun. As the drew closer to the new dirt roads of Sindria's only city Sinbad turned to look in her eyes. "I never asked, but what's your name? Mine is Sinbad."
Silence reined as they stared at each other, both knowing what the name would symbolize; a new trust, a new friendship. After a minute she closed her eyes and sighed before opening them. With a soft smile she simply said one word.
"Nevaeh."
With a smile Sinbad held her hand tighter as he led her to his home at the top of his island, not knowing what would happen in the future but knowing that it would happen with them side-by-side.