I do not own magi or the characters. I do own my oc.

Chapter 4

"This was a really bad idea," I mutter to myself. I was shaking trying to ignore the pounding headache gradually getting worse. I was standing in a small cave, the air muggy and warm, compared to the vibrant cold outside with heavy rain and high winds.

When I got to my usual spot for gathering up supplies, the storm seemed to be pretty far out, but within minutes it was a downpour and I was stuck. Having been in here for less than an hour, I know this storm isn't going to let up any time soon. Picking up my bag against the dull pain in my shoulder from the cold, I get ready to run. I pull my wet hood back up making sure I'm ready to go.

Not wanting to debate this anymore, I take of running out of the cave through the small field like area. The large raindrops hit me, causing me to shiver as the short grasses whip around violently at my feet.. Trying to ignore the cold and dull throbbing pain in my head, I think about getting back to Tison.

It still confuses me. Is Tison Village home or just another stop on my travels? The more time I spent there the less I wanted to leave, which is something I can't say about any other place. Maybe it was the people?

I shake my head as the rain pelts me. I never want to get close to people. Someone always gets hurt and I don't want it to be one of them.

But it will most likely be me, hurt or worse…

Forget those thought, because right now I need to get back. Sinbad's probably going to be mad and Esra disappointed, but I really thought this would work. Having left when I did, it still didn't really qualify as morning because of how early it is. That might upset Esra most, the fact that I went out on my own this early. I could tell her that I've killed men twice my size, but I don't think that would help her worry less. Sinbad will be mad cause I'm being stubborn.

I can't think about this. I just have to keep running.

After about an hour I'm well on my way to Esra and Sinbad's house. Im breathing hard and I can barely hear myself think over the pounding in my head or a throbbing in my shoulder. The wind was making it harder to get through the area and the cold combined with the dampness was wearing at me. In the rain I can see someone running and notice the purple hair.

"Sinbad," I say loudly, causing him to stop and turn towards me.

Realizing it's me he starts to run towards me. We meet in front of the house, whose roof I use. Not getting a chance to say anything, Sinbad pulls me into the doorway.

"Leila," says Sinbad over the thunder and winds. "Are you okay?"

"I guess," I say quietly as Sinbad pulls me close wrapping me in his warmth. He's not quite as drenched as I am, but is still warm, something I noticed about him, pretty soon after meeting him. "Sorry…"

"Let's wait here for a little bit," says Sinbad as I shiver again involuntarily. He holds me tighter looking outside. "You should sit down."

"No," I say pulling away from Sinbad. "We should get to your house as soon as we can. The storm might get worse."

"Only a few minutes," says Sinbad softly and gently placing both of his hand on my shoulders. I look down, not quite sure how to respond to this type of action. "You look about ready to collapse."

"That's why we shouldn't wait here," I argue. "What about your mom," I question. Sinbad narrows his eyes a bit, not sure what I'm getting at.

Shit. I don't want to piss him off.

"It's more important you get there for her, than wait here for me to feel better," I say as Sinbad's eyes soften. "I can make it there, so we should go. Esra's probably really worried about you."

"I think she's a bit more worried about you at the moment," replies Sinbad a small smile on his face as he lets go. "And apparently she has a reason to be. Alright we'll go, but stay close."

Before I can say anything Sinbad pulls my hand a little before running with me through the village. I notice he's going slower than usual not wanting to push me.

Reaching the crude door, which I'm assuming Sinbad set up after he left last night, he opens it guiding me inside before following me in.

"Leila," remarks Esra, worry in her voice. "What happened? You look awful." I look at Esra, who glancing at Sinbad for an answer. "Come here and sit down."

"I got caught in the storm," I say sitting down in front of Esra as I pull my drenched hood down. "I thought I could wait it out, but didn't want anyone to feel like they needed to come find me. I'm fine...I think, but my head hurts and I'm a little cold."

"You're more than a little cold," says Sinbad as Esra checks my shoulder quickly. "I should have left sooner to find you."

"All it means is you would have been out there longer," i say tensing a bit as Esra applies pressure to one part of my shoulder. "It worked out better this way."

"Because you being injured or getting sick is a better option" says Esra. I look down a bit now feeling guilty. I'm not sure why she worries about me, and don't know how to stop her from doing so. "You need to lie down," continues Esra a bit more nicely. "Something tells me you didn't sleep much last night and it will help your headache."

"It's not a big...HEY," I start as Sinbad takes my arm pulling me up a bit slower than I expected.

"Just trust us," says Sinbad smiling. He moves me, albeit kind of gently, towards the bed mat he uses. I start to argue but he stops me in my tracks. "Don't bother arguing. We have a spare mat and this one is set up and you need it."

I glare at Sinbad who doesn't react in the slightest. He starts to help me lay down even though I don't need help. I try to get him to let go, but he's determine and doesn't feel drained like I do. After a minute I'm laying down on my back covered in a blanket. Sinbad sits himself next to me smiling triumphantly.

I turn quickly onto my left side so I'm not looking at him. "Come on," whines Sinbad as Esra looks at me confused. "Don't be mad. We're just trying to help."

"I don't want help," I say quietly. "I just want to be by myself."

"Too bad," says Sinbad starting to play with my wet hair. "You're stuck with us. Plus you'll be to lonely by yourself."

"It's just going to make it worse," I mutter only to feel Sinbad stop.

"What do you mean," remarks Sinbad.

"Forget it," I say sitting up. Sinbad places a hand on my shoulder.

"Lay back down," says Sinbad trying to keep his voice calm. He doesn't push me down or even grip my shoulder. I study him as he watches me, his eyes full of something I'm not quite sure what it is.

I sigh laying back down not looking at Sinbad. Their both right about one thing, which is that I'm tired. "I'm sorry…" letting myself fall asleep as I feel Sinbad start to play with my hair again.