Authors Note:

This is going to be more of an AU, then following the actual story line of the Magi universe. I will pick up some of the scenes of the original story, but I have only watched the anime versions of Magi and the adventures of Sinbad and know the following storyline very inaccurately. so at certain points I will just getting creative and conjure something according to my ideas.

Anyway: Sinbad and the others, as well as the Magi universe belong to Shinobu Ohtaka

Besides, it will happen here and there that I get inspired by different Final Fantasy games that belong to square enix. So if you see some details you can consider them Eastereggs.

Have fun reading the first chapter~

The path he refuses to go

-In the middle of the sea, on the way to the dark continent-

„Go to sleep Ja´far. I´ve got this!", the young man assured, while he kept one hand loosely on the steering wheel. His golden eyes fixed on the compass which rests in his other one, blinking ones, twice, before he looked up to gaze at his silent companion.

"Are you sure, Sin? You look like you've barely slept for days, either", the younger one asked, after looking thoughtfully at his friend. Ja´far came a step closer to him, examining his physical state doubtingly.

"You look like shit!", the white haired teenager finished his investigation, entwining his arms stubbornly in front of his chest.

"Ouch, don't be so mean! Now I want you to go. Get some sleep and let me smolder", Sinbad answered, as he theatrically digs his fingers in his tunic that lingers above his torso, as if Ja´fars words had actually hurt him. Before Ja´far could start again, Sinbad interrupted him, waving the younger one of: "In a few days we are going to reach our new destination. I´ve got plenty of time to rest until then", Sinbad responded now with a broad smile on his lips. Still unconvinced, but finally giving in, Ja´far nodded as he slowly turned away.

"Well, if you say so...but before I lie down, I ask Hinahoho to replace you later", He responded over his shoulder, referring to the nordic tribesman who had accompanied them since the beginning of their journey, before he disappeared into the darkness to go to the sleeping quarters.

Now on his own, the only noises that broke the silence around Sinbad were the calm waves hitting the ship's wood and the wind that made the sails flutter.

A sigh emanated from the young man as he let his gaze glide over the stars that filled the night sky. His next destination was the dark continent, looking there for a place where he can found his own Kingdom.

He knew that he was someone special. That he was bound to do great things. Blessed by the rukh with a view of this world that no one else was able to see. He had a vision that he strives to accomplish and the gods gave him the skills to do just that. If he concentrated he could see it. His next step to achieve his goal. But not just that... He could see them all clearly in front of him. All those people that are destined to cross his way. Although they were still unknown to him, he could identify every single person that would be important to him in the future. Like waves they are connected to each other.

Friends

Foes

In the end they will all be the key to his eventual success.

Many various paths opened up to him, ready for him to choose which way to go, but he normally has always been someone who prefers the direct route. The clear route. It´s not like him to bother over an occasional storm that crosses his path, because he was flexible and confident in his skills. He wouldn't let anything stop him. No way. Even if the straight path is going to be a stony one, he would pay the price if it means that he accomplish his goals in the end. Furthermore, a few hurdles on his journey makes the adventure exciting in the end after all, right?

Reader of the waves. First class singularity

Many followed him because of his courage and his determination. Because he seems to know where to go and how to archive his goals. Despite his chaotic nature, he always overcome his own destiny, bending it to his will, while he was able to convince the people around him to follow and aid him. No matter how far-fetched his plans often seemed, he knew that he was charismatic enough to convince them all that he knows where the path will take them. Yes ... he was indeed blessed.

But sometimes he secretly finds it hard to keep his eyes on the thinks his mind was set on...

It was completely contrary to his character to question himself, but here he stood, doubting his choices.

His gaze once again wandered over the clear lines that drew all those possible paths he could choose to take, until he got stuck with a very specific one.

At the end of this line stood the silhouette of a young woman. Her back was turned towards him as she gazed up at the stars in front of her, like she was waiting for someone. Her braided brown hair was lying over her shoulder as she slowly raised her hands in front of her chest and out of his view. As he imagined her to slowly turn her gaze in his direction, he hastily turned away.

It seemed silly to him that he was so anxious. That every time he thought about her his heart thundered in his chest for a girl unknown to him, but he couldn´t give in to this infatuation, because while after every other person he would meet on his way, a clearer path continued in his line of sight, the lines became pale and inaccurate behind her. It was as if her mere presence blurred the paths so much that he could no longer make them out. But why? He had no choice but to speculate about it, but he had never come to a result that seemed to please him.

As he squeezed his golden eyes tightly to get rid of the image of her, his heart painfully pulled together, taking his breath away in a strangely manner.

He couldn't follow her path.

No.

Because he has to have his goal in his mind. He couldn't be distracted. Not now. Not after he had come this far.

Convincing himself to keep his course to the dark continent, he was comforted by the thought, that he might follow her path at a later date. Yes, that's what he kept talking to himself for a while now. At some point he would visit her after he accomplished his goals, or maybe if he was willing to accept the uncertainty that seems to come with her presence. And then he would finally find out why he was so attracted to her. Why he felt so keen to get her to him. Because this was something that just didn't make sense to him. He didn't know her, didn't know who she was and why his feelings went crazy, when he thought of her.

How ironic to see every path except that one that would come after hers, as if his own abilities wanted to mock him and his strange desires.

For now it was better as it was at the moment. He was young, just 17 years old. He wanted to experience so much more, discover new places, make friends, meet women without bindings...

At this thought, a cheeky grin spread on his lips. Deeper feelings, whatever they may be, must not stand in his way. Yes, she could wait, he lied to himself.

And yet, as he now clutched the steering wheel tightly with both hands, while he kept his gaze stubbornly in front of him, he wondered why it felt like he was sacrificing something important just to fulfill his goals. Only so that he can continue to see the path clearly in front of him.

- Far away, on the island of Dalmasca-

Candles that have been distributed individually on the furniture shrouded the room in a soft light. On a bed, a young girl, barely 17 years old, crouched down as she cried bitterly in her pillow. The silk curtains attached to the bedposts cast a shadow over her, as she leaned against the backrest. Little golden birds, that were invisible for most humans, chirped carefully around her as if they wanted to comfort her, but she had heard enough, she just wanted to process what was going to happen now. Or rather what will not going to happen.

He won't come

As it was now, it shouldn't have been, shouldn't it? She was told that when the time came, she would stand alongside the next singularity. That he would come for her, to take her with him, so she could be there for him. To aid him. To guide him. To protect him from himself. To keep him in the light. Were they all wrong? No, they can't have made a mistake, because it was the will Solomons, right? The prophecies cannot be wrong. But were they perhaps misinterpreted?Wasn't she created for him? But way does she feel their connection, then? Doesn't he feel it, too, the pain of being separated? But what was fate in the eyes of the only man who able to see it in front of him? Whoever can control it the way he wants it?

It doesen´t matter what the scriptures say, if the reader of the waves don´t want to collect the listener of the flow, she will have to live with it.

Too bad she always wanted to be with him.

"Why wouldn't he want to come?" she asked sadly as she lifted her face and stared heartbroken at her bracelet. Her braided brown hair fell off her shoulder as she moved. Some strands that had detached from her braid stuck to her tear-strained face as she tried to blink away the next tears that gathered in her eyes. Her fingers trembled over the engraved octagonal star, that glows on the center of her jewelry, but as always she received no reaction from the creature who lived in it. If she didn't know better, she would slowly doubt that it existed at all.

"Alexander, please tell me", she whispered. However, she only got more silence from her supposed aid.

Why wasn't she strong enough to get her Djinn to hear her plead?

The rukh chirped louder, gained her attention when they took it upon themselves to fill the silence. Mildly comforted, she raised her hands in front of her chest and folded them into each other while she closed her eyes, listening. All at the same time they whispered to her, pleased to speak to the only person who could truly listen. They spoke so quickly that she struggled to understand what they wanted to explain to her, when it suddenly knocked on the door.

Shocked, her concentration slipped away as she cracked her eyes and let her gaze drive towards the noise. She hurriedly wiped her face free from her remaining tears and brushed her loose strands of hair behind her ears.

"Y-Yes?" she answered aloud.

"Salome? Are you okay? You missed dinner. May I come in?", her younger brother's muted voice sounded from outside.

"Of course!", she answered as she crawled to the edge of the bed, pillow long forgotten at her side.

The door opened slowly and revealed a slightly younger teenager with the same shade of brown hair like herself, tied together in a short tail at the back of his head. His searching gaze became soft when he saw his sister's weeping face.

"Heya...I brought you something to eat" he whispered gently, as he lifted up the tray he was holding in his hands.

"Thank you, Malik", Salome returned, while she accepted the food. Now that Maliks hands were free again, he lifted them to her cheeks and gently wiped over them as he slowly settled beside his sister.

"Are you alright?"

"You don´t have to worry, brother", she dodged his question, while hoping that he would not continue to rake. In response he smoldered his lips, as he thoughtfully looked at her face.

"This is not the answer I wanted to hear, sister. It doesn´t matter anyway, It´s plastered all over your face. You are all red from crying. Quite ugly if you ask me.", he teased, as he dodged her newly found pillow she was trying to attack him with.

"You are so mean. If you just want to annoy me, you can go again right away", She whined, as he yanked her pillow out of her hands to gently punch her on the head with it.

"I don't like it when you cry!" He chided softly before sitting down next to her and stroking her back without another comment. A faint smile spread across her lips when she understood that he was just worried about her. Quietly, they looked at each other smiling sadly as they enjoyed the silence around each other. After a while, Salome made institutions to break the silence, however, the relaxed mood abruptly faded as it knocked urgently on the door again.

Before either of them could answer, the door was already opened and a man in his mid-20s, with blonde wild curls and wide flying robes, stormed in. Surprised by the new guest's appearance, the siblings stared at him in shock, waiting to see what he wanted to tell them. An uneasy feeling spread in Salome, when the Rukh began to flutter in panic, just to match the ones that twirled around the older men´s.

"Salome, The other priests have confirmed it, the wall is weakening. You were right, they will come to get you "

What the reader of the waves didn't know was that it will probably be too late if he changes his mind to come and get her. That this was probably his last chance after all.

Now surprisingly calm, the brown haired girl rose from the edge of the bed and walked quietly past the two men, approaching her window. Once again, her gaze wandered to her bangle, hoping to get a reaction from her metal vessel. Nothing. With a sigh on her red lips, she looked out of the window as her long, slim fingers slowly danced over the cool glass. The oppressive silence of her two companions was only tempered by the quiet chirping of the golden birds, but she hardly cared as she looked up at the stars and listened to what the rukh were trying to tell her.

How ironic it was that they say that her time had not yet come, as if they didn´t told her earlier, that her live was about to fall into pieces before her very own eyes.

But she knew it for a few days now. She could feel it. However did that give her the necessary strength to change something on time? Unfortunately not as she would´ve liked, but that was fine for now. When the time came, she would be ready. At least she hoped so. All she knew was that she was not going to give up. Not now, nor ever.

"I already know. Let´s prepare then"