WNW #3

Finally, a new update ^-^ With finals and all I got a little lazy but now I can get back in the groove of things.

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Sinbad stood before me, looking proud to be known. Well, of course I knew him, everybody in the world seemed to know and recognize him. Well… at least his name.

I looked him up and down, noticing the various jewelry that adorns his body. His purple hair pulled back loosely in a low tie while long bangs framed his face along with hooped earrings. Despite that, he looked like an average merchant. I looked at him questioningly.

"Are you sure you're the Sinbad?" I eyed him some more, he was rather young, a few years older than myself like my father suggested, meaning his age was right but I wasn't convinced.

Sinbad's eye twitched for a moment before looking at me in shock at my words. "Of course, I am sure I am Sinbad! I am the real deal!" He attempted to reason.

I shook my head from side to side, "Isn't Sinbad known as the great dungeon conqueror?" I questioned reasonably, it was in his adventures after all.

A small smirk twitched on his lips before laughing, "Of course! I suppose I will just show you the power that a dungeon conqueror possesses?"

Before I could respond Sinbad begun speaking again, raising a sword, "The djinn of Wrath and Heros, I command thee and thy household to feed on my magoi and empower my will with your great ability!" As he spoke, a circle near the edge of his sword glowed, gaining more light until it was almost blinding as Sinbad transformed into his djinn equip.

I stared in awe of his blue scales that covered but the majority of his body. Two golden horns poked out from his darker blue hair. His chest was bare, of both scales and cloth to my surprise and pleasure at the sight of his muscles.

"As you can now see- Hey!" He exclaimed as I tugged on his tail. The scales feeling slick underneath my fingertips, similar to snake skin.

I looked up at him with a smile, "Sorry, it looked kinda fake." A shy blush gracing my cheeks.

Masrur coughed behind a hand, what I assumed was a laugh by the way Sinbad shot him a glare.

"As you can tell, it isn't." He murmured underneath his breath.

I giggled. I expected something more… composed about a king?

He returned back to his normal clothing once more before turning to me.

"Now that you know who I am, are you going to grace me with your name?" He swiftly held my hand as he pulled me closer, smiling.

Wow. Flirtatious much? "I'm-" Eyes widening at my mother's warning to stay at the docks, "Shit- I gotta go!" With that as a goodbye, I booked it back to the docks with Tipu back in my iron grip.

As tired as my short legs were, I pushed through the crowd. Although my mother seemed nice on the outside, she was unforgiving when it came to disobeying. It wasn't hard to stay on her good side, lucky me, as she didn't ask for much.

Struggling to recognize landmarks through the maze-like city, I finally made it to the docks.

I was bombarded with a hug with Tipu between us from my mother, to my surprise, along with a worried look that caused a few wrinkles to appear above her eyes.

"Where have you been?" She cooed as she smoothed out my ruffled hair from the running. It seemed she only just realized I was gone otherwise she'd be furious.

I blinked, choosing that it was better to lie a little than get in actual trouble, "Just eyeing our opponents."

She smiled softly, "That's my little miracle. Already thinking about business. Why don't you grab a few of your things and follow dad to our new home?" I nodded eagerly, sweat-dropping already from the lie. I was a horrible liar, something that I would have to change if I wanted to become a successful merchant.

With that, I followed her orders. Placing Tipu upon my shoulders as I lifted a crate labeled in poor hand writing with my name on it.

"Careful, careful!" Tipu grumbled in my ear as I was crouching. "Use your knees, not your back! You'll break it at this rate!" He continued to complain, sounding like a nagging grandmother.

Ignoring him with all my might, I continued to followed a few moving helpers as they trailed up back from where I came, the residential area that was still close to the markets. I eyed the outside, an older building that looked as if it had been recently repaired, giving it a little TLC to make it appear upon glances. Inside was full of boxes but was slightly more confined than our last home. It had windows on only one side that were open, I assumed that there were houses on the other side, making it squished. After all, Sindria was a growing kingdom, attracting many.

I placed my single crate on a few of the others that was on the furthest wall away from the entrance. Taking it in a second time, I liked it that much more. The floor was wooden planks that already adorned our large rugs that fit almost perfectly, making me feel nostalgic for home. Though, this is now our home.

Before I knew it, the helpers filled the first room of the new house with the last of the crates, tiring me out from my earlier runs and moving our heavy things.

It wasn't long until I passed out on the floor with Tipu under my arm, tightening before he could attempt move away.

"Sage!"

That was the first thing I heard this morning before mother pulled me along with her to her new stand, making me sell things in her stead as she got some more beauty rest. She always did this but I didn't mind much, expect it to too fricking early.

Her favorite saying being, "The early bird gets the worm!" I grumbled as the sun was still half risen over the sea.

I mumbled in despise as Tipu slept in my lap, warming me a little more the early sea breeze that blew every once in a while.

Not many people mingled around, only the merchants wishing to get an early start.

A yawn escaped my mouth as I played with a few chains of gold and silver. Since my family was only a small stand, it was hard to convince people that these were genuine, let alone the purest, as they were from Sasan. My father being from there allowed his friends to sneak the prized jewelry to him as he told them about the outside world. They get out much, as it was against the Sasan's policy to mingle with outsiders.

After another hour, people begun to rise and wonder the market as the sun begun to rise more, heating me up from my half-frozen seat. I looked at everybody's clothing, instantly felt self-conscious. The women were beautiful, dressed in light colored clothes with their mid-drift showing and flowers in their hair. I looked down at my Parthevian clothes. A simple white robe that was tied in the front with a few floral decorations and a white undershirt. I guess shopping for myself later will be necessary to fit in, most people trusted those that looked similar to them, making it easier to make a deal.

I nodded to myself in resolution.

I attempted to smooth my hair, not having much time to groom, as a few people stared and quickly glanced away while kids were more obvious. Pointing at me as they asked their mothers' questions before they were swiftly hushed and ushered away.

I looked down at Tipu. This life was becoming quite lonely. Wasn't it I who was supposed to change and protect this world? Why was I being criticized for my looks?

My attention was drawn upwards at obnoxiously loud talking. I looked around for the source before landing on an odd couple. A tall muscular woman with short blue hair was holding hands with a slightly shorter male with choppy red hair and… Sasan knight clothing?

I stared at the peculiar pairing, as a small child led the Sasan knight by the hand, being a little rough with him before the knight stopped at my stand.

"Whoa," He handled one of the finer necklaces, inspecting it, "Is this genuine?" He questioned as the child attached to his hand stared at my eyes.

The corner of my mouth twitched into a smile, annoyed at hearing that question too often, "Of course, my good sir! It even comes from your homeland, the purest metals on this planet!" I attempted to sweet talk him, something my mother taught me.

His eyes widened a little in surprise before waving his companion over, "Pipirika, look at this!" He held up one of my favorites, a simple silver chain with a small baby blue stone in the center surrounded with smaller stones of the same color.

"Oh, that would look absolutely lovely on the young lady!" I exclaimed, knowing that if the woman wanted it, the man would buy.

Pipirika held it for a few moments as a smile appeared on her lips, "What do you twins think?" She asked fondly to the two small girls in her arms as they responded with a few broken constants.

She nodded softly at the knight as he turned towards me once more, "We'll take it!" A blush appearing on his reddening face as a chuckle escaped my lips, ahh young love.

As they walked away the knight, Mystras, is what Pipirika called him, placed the necklace around her neck.

I guess it made me slightly happy at the idea that I wasn't the one strange looking person on this island, let alone the idea of mother's praise.

I seemed to have spaced out as a familiar face quickly appeared in my view.

"These are quite beautiful," He murmured as he looked up, "Probably not as beautiful as your name?"

I stared at Sinbad, who was using a turban to slightly cover his face from the crowds.

Ignoring him, I questioned seriously, "Are you gonna buy something or stare at me?"

A nervous smile flashed at his lips while he inspected the jewels, "I saw one of my generals here so I was curious what intrigued him so much," He held a bracelet to the sky, "I guess it was these Sasan metals, huh?"

I raised an eyebrow, how did he know from a simple glance?

Before I could ask, Sinbad held the necklace to my neck, leaning over my stall. I blinked. His scent reminded me of the sea, easing my tensions as his golden eyes met mine.

I pushed away, almost falling out of my chair as Sinbad stared some more, "Are you okay? Just wondering what such a gorgeous necklace would look like on an equally gorgeous woman."

I sniffled, some woman. I looked more like a boy with almost no curves due to my young age.

Looking at the necklace more, I noticed it was a golden chain link with a golden bell in the middle. I sneered, looked like something that belonged to a cat. I looked at Tipu who looked like he was sleeping.

"I suppose I should buy this." I looked at him simply before nodding, telling him the price honestly. I probably should have bumped it up a little, he was the king after all, he could afford it.

He simply placed the necklace in one of his pockets before leaving.

Strange.

Tipu opened an eye, before smirking, "You like him~"

I glared at him, "Do not!"

"Yes, you do!"

I stopped at that, it seemed like Deja vu from yesterday.

It wasn't long before mother showed up to take over, pleased with the results of the early morning. She handed me my commission from my selling.

With that, I bounded away, already knowing what I should buy.

The first stall that was selling a few garments I bombarded. I asked shyly for some help in what was normal around here to the old woman sitting still. She smiled, the wrinkles crinkling more. After about an hour, she found my style. A light blue fabric that tied around my waist, forming a long skirt with slits on the side, showing off my slender legs. The skirt was attached to the top that reminded me of a bandeau.

I tried to pull the fabric at my sides towards the front, uncomfortable with my midsection.

A soft whistle sounded, I turned with a furious blush on my cheeks as glared at Tipu, "You look good!" Was all that he responded.

I placed my other clothes in a satchel that went around across my body from my shoulder.

Wondering the streets was enlightening of the Sindria culture. It was simply a mix of every other culture. Masks were made for celebration, the simple dresses made of flowing fabrics, everything.

I soon stumbled upon a weapons stall, much to my delight.

I rested my hand on the different handles of swords, spears, bow-and-arrows, and a few I couldn't even name.

The stall master glared at me from the corner of his eye, until finally having enough. "Get already, girl. Weapons shouldn't be played with."

I snickered as I pulled out my pouch, throwing it on his desk in front of him, allowing a few coins to slip out, after all I have been saving. His mouth gaped a little before allowing me to continue my looking.

My eyes soon landed on a pair of swords in a glass case. I stared at it, intrigued.

"You have a good eye, those are the twin dragon teeth." The stall master, with a change in attitude remarked.

I nodded in understanding, gently touching the handles made of leather wrappings till I reached the end of it, looking at the part in interest, "What's this?"

"That is what makes these swords unique." He explained as he pulled both of the swords out of the case only to attach both of them by the ends.

I smiled as he handed it to me, I twirled it a little, the handles allowing enough space. Taking it apart with a simple pull and twist, I tested the weight, flipping it over as I rubbed the edge with my thumb, testing the sharpness. The length was between a dagger and a sword, having the advantages of both, making it easier for my short body to control

"This will be perfect." I murmured underneath my breath. Tipu, on my shoulders, nodded in agreement.

After paying, I placed both the swords on either side of me, testing out the weight on my body. Luckily, my skirt was long enough to hide the twin teeth as well. I smiled at the silly name. Twin teeth.

"Funny meeting you again." A familiar voice sounded out once more.

Sighing, I turned around and glared at the king, "Are you stalking me?"

Offended, he gasped in a dramatic way, "This is only a coincidence, I promise. Plus, I am interested in these weapons, just as you are." He waved slightly to the swords on my side, slightly in his view.

I glared, trying to cover them some more.

Taking my hand, Sinbad twirled me as I gasped while Tipu jumped off my shoulders with a hiss.

"I see you are fitting into Sindria well." He commented as he looked me up and down in my newly bought clothing.

"'Fitting in' isn't what I'd call it…" I murmured as I looked away.

With a cute twist of his head, Sinbad prompted me for me without saying a word.

"It's more like, trying to blend in." I explained.

A small smile appeared on his lips, "Why blend in when you're meant to stand out?"

I looked down at my feet, trying to think of a way out of this situation. Sinbad had the opposite idea.

"Do you know how to use those swords?" He questioned gently.

I shook my head, it was more of an impulse buy.

"Well, it would be best if we changed that, isn't it?" He smiled gently, "In exchange… How about your name finally?"

A small chuckle escaped my mouth, "It's Sage."

The sound of metals exchanging sounded out through the clearing. A few droplets of sweat collected at my forehead as I tried to get a breather before he came at me again with his sword raised, "No time for a break in a battle!" He exclaimed as he charged once more.

White hair, similar to mine, went well in contrast to his darker skin. His shoulders were bear as he wore a loose white shirt with the sides cut out.

Before this dreadful training with this insane boy, that's about my age, Sinbad casually dragged me away from that weapons stall saying that he knew the perfect person. Little did I know that it was going to this kid. The kid, whom is referred to as Sharrkan, explained what he was going to be teaching me, a sword style called the crawling sword that would use your opponents open spots against them. And he sure was doing that, at least without teaching me first.

This torment went longer than I had expected before I fell on a knee, exhaustion taking over my muscles. Ending it quickly.

Sharrkan was excited that he got a disciple once Sinbad told him his plan. I guess that made him go a little harder on me.

I sighed as I allowed Sharrkan to help me up, remarking, "Damn, for a kid you sure got some skill."

"I'm the same age as you." He pouted for a second before smiling once more, "You're not half bad yourself, and at least you're able to block my attacks most of the time."

I grimaced, looking at the quite of few of scratches that scattered my skin. Yea. Most.

After that, Sharrkan and Sinbad led me back to where Sinbad found me the first time, my stall, away from the palace that I was in. It was quite impressive, actually. Although the clearing that I was in was only near the palace, not in it to my disappointment.

Mother smiled at me before eyeing the two by my sides, "My, my, my daughter is finally attracting such handsome young men. Who might you be?"

Sharrkan spoke up first, bouncing towards her, "I'm Sharrkan, one of Sinbad's generals!"

My mother's eyes looked questioningly at him, "Oh? Now isn't that just precious." I guess she thought it was only a child's imagination.

"And who might you be?" She smiled warmly towards the one on the other side of me.

"I am Sinbad." He spoke calmly as he returned her smile.

She stared at him for a second, looking him up and down, between me and Sharrkan then back to Sinbad.

"The Sinbad?"

With a nod, my mother made the same noise I did when I met him, "EHHHH?" Like mother, like daughter.

Once again guy, hope you enjoy!

Please review as always, love your comments 3

Emperor DeLacus: Honestly, Tipu is also my favorite, love his personality. He's like my spirit animal.

Dark Rose Charm: And I made Sage like that because I hate how people label others based on looks so I wanted her to kinda go against those stereotypes, I suppose?