On Equal Terms:
Prologue:
'It's kind of different here...' The blonde thought to himself as he glanced around the small streets of the town. He kept at a slow pace, taking in everything as he walked by. 'Everyone seems...more on edge than back in Balbadd...'
He sighed, slightly regretting his decision to leave the palace. Slightly. He felt as if all eyes were on him. It seemed as though everyone thought he was hiding something. They wouldn't be wrong. He was wearing an older cloak over the top of the rest of his clothes, so then he wouldn't attract any unwanted attention, not to mention he pulled the hood over his head to hide his blonde locks. He did alsokind of over-exaggerate when he was choosing what to bring along with him, so he had to make sure that no one could see anything.
'Who needs all this stuff anyway...?' He thought. He glanced over his shoulder, looking back from where he had just come from. He shook his head. 'Too late now...' He told himself. 'I'm looking for it!'
As he looked around, he noticed that some children and their parents on their knees, obviously in need of food. He scratched the back of his neck as he walked over towards a mother and her daughter. He smiled at them as he grabbed two loafs of bread out from a bag he was carrying with him underneath his cloak and held them out in front of the poor people. The two of them stared up at him gratefully.
"Thank you, young man." The woman said with a large smile as she graciously took the bread loafs from his hands. "You are too kind!"
"Thanks mister!" The young child added, smile larger than her mother's. "But, won't you be hungry too?"
His smile remained on his face. "Ah, no worries. I'll be fine, you just eat, okay?" He told her.
The young girl looked unsure for a second, but quickly smiled back at him. "Okay! Thanks, mister!"
"Ah, none of that 'mister' stuff, just call me Alibaba." The blonde quickly replied. He left it there and decided to keep on moving. He felt bad about not giving anyone else anything, but that was the last of the food he had with him. He wouldn't have any problems buying anymore later since he was practically loaded, but he had to keep on moving.
He wondered if he should've done something else when he was saying goodbye. After all, he just said bye to his friend Aladdin and told him to tell the others where he was going if they had asked. It wasn't like he was going to be gone for much longer anyway, but he still felt guilty inside.
"Oh well," He said softly to himself. "Not like anything can be done now, I guess..." He stopped in his tracks when he noticed a wealthy-looking man holding a large money bag with him. Alibaba at first thought that it would've been pretty normal, but by the way he was acting, he was in on something. His eyes narrowed as he cautiously followed the man through countless alleyways, he felt as if he was stepping on like, another territory. His gut told him to just walk away but his goddamned legs weren't listening, he just kept on following the man.
The chase stopped when the wealthy man entered a dark building, an ominous aura could be felt as Alibaba approached it. Alibaba bit his lips, deciding if it was really worth checking out a creepy building just because he felt a little curious. Once again, his legs took over as he made his way inside the building. He chuckled to himself.
"I should stop this heroic business..." He muttered as he quietly walked down a large flight of stairs. There wasn't a sign or anything to tell him what this whole thing might be about, so he couldn't be prepared for anything. "It's okay; I have one of the knives from the palace." He reminded himself, trying to steady his uneven, nervous breathing.
It wasn't like if he was loud that it would make a difference. It sounded as if there were a bunch of people who were cheering and screaming. He raised a brow as he quickened his pace to find a huge crowd of people staring at a man on a stage in front of them, along with a line of poor-looking people, chained by their wrists and ankles. Alibaba's eyes widened as he just realized what was going on around here, and why so many rich people showed up to the event.
'They're auctioning off slaves...!'
Author's Notes:
Hi! Um...so that was the prologue of my first Magi story! And as a prologue, it is going to be way shorter than the rest of the chapters. Also, noting that this is my first Magi story, I would like to hear what you think so far by reviewing! Tell me if I at least sort of got Alibaba's character right! I need to know!
The next chapters should be at least five thousand words or so long. So, get them reviews in so then I can be motivated! Please, and thank you kind men and/or women!