Since I have no idea to start this message, but I welcome you to my second real Story. ^^

This Story is a MuuxOC Story and the plot happens three years before the actual Story. My vocabuliary and style aren't the best, because english is a foreign language of mine. I write so I can get practice with the english language. And of course because I love Magi and writing in General. ^^

Thanks for shad0w0w0lf for beta reading and thanks to her, the grammar is okay and not totally crazy. ^^

I don't own Magi or the characters like Muu, only my OC and the plot.

The Story Begins somehow a Little bit lame but this will Change in the next chapters. I hope I can make you curious and I will be very happy if someone writes a Review. ^^

I hope you enjoy and have fun. :)


"Muu, you come here very often, right?"

"Of course, Lady Scheherazade. After all, I'm Reim's strongest Swordsman."

The crowd was cheering for a new battle coming up. The leader of the Fanalis corps, Muu Alexius, watched over the people, who were waiting eagerly for the two
fighters to show up.

"But out of curiosity, why are you here, Lady Scheherazade? I thought you didn't like to be here in the colosseum."

The high priestess began to smile. "Well, today there is one person that I wanted to see." She smiled a little, confusing her best warrior.

"A person? Who could that be?"

"You will see." She settled her hands into her lap. "Actually I suggested to that person to come to the palace, but that person insisted on showing her abilities to me in a fight." She sighed. "I didn't want to take it this far, but I couldn't change the decision."

"Now I'm curious whom you're talking about." He took a step forward, looking over the place.

The crowd was waiting impatiently for the main entertainment event of the great Reim Empire: Match, fighting for life and death.

"The match will begin now," announced a soldier loudly, holding a staff behind his back. "First, there's the giant soldier who hasn't lost even one match during his
three years. He is one of the unbeaten Gladiators in this colosseum!" He paused shortly. "Spartaris!"

The crowds began to cheer for the two meter tall fighter with long, unruly ugly dark hair and dirty dark eyes. He looked forward and gritted his teeth in excitement.
"Who's my opponent?!" His scream echoed through the arena and beat even the cheers.

Muu instead looked at the person who was coming through the gate into the ring. It was a smaller hooded figure, with a slim body. He gathered that the fighter was a young woman.

"And his opponent is a one-time fighter in this arena, a special guest for our Empire - Anjuli!"

The hooded figure remained still, just keeping her head high enough while she looked at the man. He looked down, beginning to laugh. "You're kidding, right?! I have to fight against such a fragile girl?!" He took his spear. "Let's finish this quickly then."

"As you wish." Thanks to Muu's sharp hearing, he could hear her voice - smooth, a middle tone with a hint of a razor sharp spirit.
That woman wouldn't be killed easily.

"With your death." She raised her sword and pointed it in the direction of Spartaris. Silence fell around them, but then the laughter started again. He was laughing at her, he didn't take her seriously. He thought she was just a little, fragile girl who was forced to fight here.

But the leader of the Fanalis corps could say the exact opposite. She wanted to be here, she wasn't forced and she was strong enough to kill that person.
A smile cracked on his lips: this would get very interesting.

"Let's do this, little one." Spartaris took a few steps forward and raised his spear like a dagger, but immediately she repelled that weapon by holding her sword against it. The tip was pointed in the Fanalis's direction. The hooded woman chuckled in a low tone and hit her opponent's knee with her foot. He began to falter and she brought her sword to his chest, taking advantage of that massive body. She must have a lot of power in her legs to get such a mass of a person struggling.
Spartaris stopped her attack with the blade of his spear and hit her back, her leather sandals leaving marks on the earth with her steps. She pulled her shoulders up and spread her legs, her feet self-confident and she rolled her shoulders. She bent low and sprinted forwards.

The eyes of the man widened, realizing the fact that she used his attacks to her advantage. But he fell, a big wound over his chest, blood spitting over her hood and her face, even onto her white dress. He fell on the floor, losing the grip of his spear and gasped for air.

But it seemed like it wasn't enough for her; she raised her sword down to his pathetic figure and drove the blade through his stomach. He cried out in pain, more blood tripping out of his body. When he'd lost more blood, he would die. So she just had to wait for a couple of minutes for this fight to be over.

"This happens when you underestimate a woman who has trained in swordsmanship for seventeen years." She spat at him, her face drawn to a grimace. "I'm giving you a piece of advice; never underestimate a woman of my calibre. You won't survive it, as you can see right now."

She got up to her knees and held her sword high, drops of blood falling to the floor. The people began to cheer, when she looked down at herself. "Oh damn, and I thought I wouldn't have to change my clothes." She sighed deeply while scratching her throat. "Why didn't I wear some old ones, when I knew that this would happen?"

"Hey, take off your hood, we want to see your face!" the people suddenly began to shout, the tension rising. After all, one of the unbeaten Warriors had now been beaten by a woman with a slim figure.

"Come on, show it to us!"

"Take off your hood!"

She sighed once again and flung her sword into the ground, her soft and small hands gripping the fabric of the hood and pulling it back, revealing her looks to the whole crowd. Men began to cheer and to compliment her immediately, the women quietly started to talk about her features.

And even Muu had his eyes on her, silently complimenting her beauty. Her long, wavy hair was worn in a high ponytail, while the tips reached the small of her back. It shone a bright, golden-blonde; her skin was a somewhere between brown and pale, but he couldn't put his finger on the right color.

Suddenly she ignored all the cheers and looked in his direction, her eyes surprised at his appearance, but she turned immediately to the female figure beside him, which got up from her chair and walked forward. Sky blue eyes looked to the high priestess and smiled brightly, nearly beaming at her, before she turned around on her heel and leaving the crowd behind her. The Fanalis looked at his master and surprised, when he could see a little smile on her features. "Lady Scheherazade, was this the person you were talking about?"

"Yes, Muu, that was her." She returned to her seat and sat down, the smile fading. "She wanted to show me her abilities in swordsmanship, so that I might decide "

"Decide?" He didn't like the thought of being isolated of her decisions. "What did you decide?"

"I will make her one of my king vessels." She opened her eyes after closing them for a short period. "She will gain a djinn for the sake of Reim."

"A new king vessel?!" His voice was completely surprised and he had every right to be. After all, he was next to Reim's highest general the only king vessel she had chosen. And to add, he didn't know anything of this decision. "But who is this woman, Lady Scheherazade?"

"She is a former apprentice of Ignatius Brother. Anjuli is a young woman who has been in his care for seventeen years, training in swordsmanship and aiming to be a general of Reim. After Ignatius told me her great efforts, he suggested to me to make her a new king vessel. She agreed to it but she wanted to show me her skills so I could be sure. She didn't want to see any hesitation from me."

The bright blue eyes closed again, and then she stood up and left for the exit. "I will return to the palace."

Muu bowed to her, even when he knew that he didn't need to do it.


"That was an excellent match, Anjuli. You did a great job."

"Thanks to your help and training, master."

"And your extraordinary talent." Marcus Alexius, a noble and brother of Reim's highest general, patted the shoulder of the young woman, who took down her dark cloak and put it on the bench. She sighed and looked down at her white dress. "I guess I have to change my clothes before I go to the palace."

"I would suggest that." The eyes of Reim's special Swordsmanship trainer locked on the silk she wore. "But I did tell you that this was a bad idea."

"I now see why." She ruffled her hair and scratched her neck, shrugging. "But this dress can be washed, so I shouldn't worry so much."

"And this blood is a small price for the opportunity to become one of Reim's King Vessels." At the mention of the last two words, Anjuli's face beamed at the thought of trying to conquer a dungeon in the empire's name. It excited her to the core.

"But I'm sure that Lady Scheherazade approved your abilities in swordsmanship. After all, how long have you trained under my directions?"

"For seventeen years, master." She grinned and put her arms over her head. "Seventeen exhausting years, but now I can win my laurels for this hard time."

"I'm sure you will be a great king vessel."

"If I am able to conquer it, I will be a great king vessel." She untied the ribbon from her blonde mane, her silky hair cascading down to her waist. "If I get the help of Lady Scheherazade, I can be a help to the whole empire."

"And your dream would come true." Marcus smiled at the sight of his longest apprentice. He had watched her grow from a terrified young girl, whose blue eyes would always hold tears to a beautiful young woman with looks you couldn't avoid to admire. She became strong. It took her some time, but he couldn't change the fact that he was proud of her, of her way to become the person she was now.

Being strong enough to be a king vessel.

"Hey, master, could I ask you something?" she questioned, locking her onto his, while sliding the blade into its scabbard.

"What is it?"

"You once told me that you had gained the opportunity to become a dungeon conqueror next to Lord Ignatius. Why didn't you say yes?"

The older man, who remained in his early fifties, smiled at the thought of the offer Reim's high priestess once made to him. "Well, I knew that this wasn't something for me."

"So you doubted the decision of Lady Scheherazade?" Her brows knitted, a frown appeared on her face yet despite this, it made her even more beautiful. "Is that what you are trying to say?"

"No, Anjuli, this isn't what I was trying to say. I meant to say that being a king vessel has a great responsibility which I couldn't face. I will never be ready to become a dungeon conqueror. I train young people in swordsmanship and I am satisfied with it." His stoic expression lightened up with a smile. "I leave the conquering to the young people."

"Speaking of young people", she said and put her sword on her shoulder, taking her cloak on her arm, "Who was the red-haired man standing next to Lady Scheherazade during the match?"

"Tall, muscular, golden armor, piercing in his lower lip?"

"That's the guy!"

"It's Muu Alexius, a relative of mine and Reim's Linchpin. He is our strongest warrior and leader of our power of mankind." He walked next to her, trying to search for the way out of the arena. "The Fanalis corps."

"I guess he is a dungeon conqueror?"

"The best in our lines." Suddenly, the smile on his face widened. "I think he is around your age. How about it, Anjuli? Why-"

"Forget it and save your words, master. Don't even think about such a possibility!" she snapped, interrupting his words and his suggestion. "Anyways, why do you want to see me so eagerly taken by someone else? Is my love life that interesting to you?"

"Leave me be," he grinned instead of arguing with her about such a topic once again. The young woman put her index finger to her left temple. "I want to meet him personally, without any form of influence from you. In that point your brother is ten times better than you are."

"I just want to meet the future lover of the woman I raised." He patted her head, like a father would caress the hair of his daughter. His small and young daughter.

"Master, I am twenty-three years old. I am old enough to care for myself, thank you."

"I know and I don't doubt that."

"Then could we just focus on getting me a new dress and going to the palace?" her voice seemed to be desperately crying for someone who could release her from this situation. She didn't want to keep doing this.

"As you wish, Lady Anjuli."

"Stop calling me that, it scares the crap out of me!" she snapped and hit his right arm with her fist. "I am Anjuli and no Lady or whatsoever. You're my master, I'm your student and with this, end of story!"

The blonde woman sighed deeply, while they both neared the exit of the arena, stepping onto the streets of the most populated country in the whole world: Reim. Her home.

"Come on, let's get you dressed and then to the palace to meet Lady Scheherazade!"

"Understood, sir."


"A new king vessel?" Myron splurted out, while she sat across from her brother, now the wine on his face. "You're kidding me, right?"

"No, I don't and thanks for the wine Myron. Actually it is too early to drink alcohol."

"And you are telling me this?" She eyed him sceptically. "So, who is this supposed new king vessel and dungeon conqueror? He must be quite some-"

"It is a woman, Myron," Muu interrupted his sister and before she could splurt all the wine over his face again. "It is a she, Sister."

She stopped in her motion and gulped deeply. "A woman? So a queen vessel, huh?" She shrugged. "Tell me, did you meet her already?"

"No, I've just seen her. Her name is Anjuli and I think she is maybe as old as you."

"How does she look?" She became curious and suspicious. She didn't doubt the decision of the high priestess, but she became always very careful if someone new becomes important in the court.

"She is pretty. Long, blonde hair, blue eyes, her skin is a mixture of bronzed and pale."

"Sounds pretty exotic," she mumbled and rolled her eyes. "I hope for her she won't do any harm to us."

"If Lady Scheherazade has approved her and her abilities, then I wouldn't worry too much. After all, Reim has been peaceful and glorious thanks to her strength and her help."

"Yes, yes, I understand what you want to say." She took a new sip from her cup, when Reim's highest commander appeared in the great garden. His eyes darted to the Fanalis. "Muu, Myron, I would beg you to come with me."

"What's wrong, Ignatius?" Muu asked, his eyes curious settled on the older man, who crossed his arm. "The new king vessel Lady Scheherazade has chosen has arrived. She begged me to get you as descendant of the Alexius Family."

The siblings exchanged a look and, after a short while, stood up. "We're coming."

They left the gardens, Myron put down her cup of wine she enjoyed some seconds ago and followed the great general. Servants were running around, preparing a room for the new resident of the palace.

From the distance, Muu could already hear the voices of the High Priestess, Lord Marcus and the new King Vessel of Reim.

As they got ever closer, he could hear the voice better and better. A laugh echoed through the hall and he enjoyed every part of it; she really had a beautiful laugh.

His sister eyed him from the side.

"Ah, there they are," Marcus announced loudly, both blonde women turning around to meet the eyes of the Fanalis. Seeing her face in from that small distance, he really had to admit, that she was a beautiful woman.

"May I introduce you to the leader of the Fanalis corps and one of his household member, Muu Alexius and his sister Myron."

The Fanalis bowed out of respect. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

She bowed as well, a smile on her features. "The pleasure's all mine." They got up, a brightness that flustered him. "My name is Anjuli."