Age 1

Her name was Yamuraiha. Officially, she was considered one year old, and at the moment she was located in the kingdom of Musta'sim. She had unusual, but natural, blue hair that was beginning to grow on her infant head, along with teal eyes that seemed to flicker somewhat in its shade of blue.

The evidence was all there. From what she had seen, she was now Yamuraiha from Magi, an anime she had loved in her past life.

...well, she was so done with this shit.

The one time she actually didn't want to live anymore, she got a second chance at life. When she had figured out her situation, she had panicked. Yamuraiha was a genius magician whose talent (amongst other things) had gotten her chosen to become one of Sinbad's eight generals. Her? Well, if pretending to be a witch flying on a broomstick for her fifth Halloween in her old life counted, she'd suppose she knew a little about magic.

Yamuraiha might not have been a main character like Aladdin, Alibaba, or even Morgiana, but she still played a crucial part in keeping Sindria safe. And during the Magnoshutatt arc…

Yamuraiha was set to be killed in the country she currently was in until Mogamett kidnapped her and brought her to Magnoshutatt. Well, that was great and all, but so far in this warped timeline Yamuraiha hadn't seen any sign of the old geezer.

Either way, she was not going to accept this. Screw the plot, screw the consequences, and screw Yamuraiha and whatever had been done to put her in this second body. Like hell she was going to go through the heartbreak of losing a father figure, and as if she was ever going to be shipped with an arrogant swordsmen. Sinbad's elite force could still function without her: the Seven Generals still sounded really cool. Yeah. They'd be fine. If any, the title sounded better: Sinbad, Conqueror of the Seven Seas and his Seven Generals. Seven was a lucky number.

Yamuraiha was just a tad worried about her situation at the moment. Although she wanted to die, she'd prefer to die on her own terms. Yamuraiha was a prideful person that would never die just because someone else made her. Perhaps a similar death like before: by water. She could probably throw herself off a ship and no one would realize. Or a bridge. That'd be nice. Unknownst to her, a deranged smile slipped on her face. Luckily, no one saw the one-year old's mask slip.

Well, at least she escaped the reality of her past life. There were no phone calls here, no worried texts, no pitying looks. Just the castle servants who never paid her any mind. (But they are afraid of you, her mind whispered. They have noticed your abnormal existence. You shouldn't exist.)

Wasn't it ironic that a woman who died from drowning had been reborn as a Water Magician?

She referred to herself as Yamuraiha now, even in her thoughts. It was no use dwelling on her old life, so she might as well get used to this one in the little time she had. If she somehow slipped up or didn't respond to the name, that would be bad. Besides, she didn't want to think of her old life anyways.

"Yamu~" Someone jumped in front of her one year old body, nearly startling her and making her almost choke from the loaf of bread she had swiped from the kitchen.

"Buh," Yamuraiha pointed at the direction of the library, giving a pouty look to her attendant. The attendant's name was Mira, and she was only sixteen years old. Mira had nearly blinding golden hair the same shade as the Sun, along with emerald green eyes that always sparkled with excitement. She was quite an exuberant and energetic person, and thus when the Queen had asked for volunteers to take care of Yamuraiha, she had immediately raised her hand.

Apparently Yamuraiha was too troublesome for the servants to deal with, but too important (dangerous?) to throw away, so Mira was assigned to make sure she didn't piss off Prince Nicholas again. It was a piece of cake to escape from the girl, however, and frankly Yamuraiha found her attendant's nature very amusing and naive.

"Ah, the library? But you don't even know how to talk yet, much less read! And have you been taking food from the kitchen again? Albert seems annoyed," Mira exclaimed, almost completely in one breath. Yamuraiha had to blink a few times to take in the wave of information thrown at her.

Interestingly enough, the language universally spoken throughout the countries was a unique blend of several languages. It had the same sentence structure as English, making it a lot easier, but the words spoken were a mixture of Japanese and Arabic.

Thankfully, Yamuraiha already knew a bit of Japanese from her past life: she had taken it as a foreign language throughout high school and college. But Arabic was completely new to her. She had managed to sneak into the library a few times while the prince, Nicholas, was having lessons because the door was left open then. Although she could not reach the top shelves, children books were located near the floor and she was able to snatch several books and gather a general understanding of the language.

At one year old, she could understand most of what Mira said, although her attendant's overly dramatic actions and gestures might have helped her get the gist of what the girl was saying. Yamuraiha could read the general alphabet (oh, how much she had been grateful for when she realized the language didn't require her to memorize a gazillion characters like when she took Japanese), and could start keeping up with the technical jargon of this world. It had taken her hours of searching in the library (mainly because she literally couldn't reach anything), but she had finally figured out the insults the castle servants always threw to her.

Magician's daughter. Cursed child. Evil child.

God, they were creatively harsh towards kids. Then again, Yamuraiha was still technically a servant: the lowest of their society, and since their country went by a tier system in which you couldn't escape the social class you were born in, she was bound to have hostile words thrown to her. If any, she was even lower than a servant, as a "magician's daughter". The people of Musta'sim, as she had gathered, hated magicians.

That wasn't too hard to figure out, considering the suspicious glares sent her way everyday. It was a miracle that anybody had volunteered to watch Yamuraiha, although she supposed that Mira was a pretty open person.

"Buh?" Yamuraiha pointed at the direction of the library again, narrowing her eyes. That darn prince had locked up the library when he discovered how often Yamuraiha liked to go there.

Mira sighed, but nodded her head as she said quickly, "I'll go get the keys from one of the other servants."

Left to her own devices, Yamuraiha marvelled at how easy it was to get away from prying adult eyes at her age. Well. Even though she had only been in the palace for a year, Yamuraiha had already thoroughly examined its layout. If needed, she was sure she could map out an escape route: the only problem was that she wasn't very confident in her abilities to actually follow that escape plan. She could now crawl, and she could waddle around on her legs awkwardly in such a way that the actions shouldn't even be called 'walking'.

"Oi! Brat!" A call sounded from behind her, and to Yamuraiha's annoyance she saw that it was the crown prince. Once upon a time, she might have even befriended the boy (despite his arrogance) because it was useful to have friends in high places, but he was such a stupid kid that it made Yamuraiha want to laugh.

It was so painfully obvious that Nicholas had no idea of what was going on outside of the palace. He talked about magicians enthusiastically, making most of his tutors shift awkwardly in fear, and many of them had been questioned for instilling such ideas into the young prince's head. But, sadly, it wasn't any of the tutors' faults.

It was Yamuraiha's. A smirk played on her lips as she thought about it. It had been easy to locate the (forbidden) area where books of magic were in the library, and she just happened to lead the prince there. If a crown prince spoke against the execution of magicians, that may buy her some time.

She couldn't help but admit that his reactions were also quite fun.

"Mou, Yamuraiha! Where did you go?" Mira's exasperated call echoed throughout the hall, but the girl quickly stopped when she saw Nicholas. Her ears turned red as she bowed at the mini-toddler. "M-my Prince, how do you do?"

"Can you get this kid out of my face?" Nicholas crossed his arms over his chest, scowling. He looked impressively like his father despite being only four years old. "Just looking at it annoys me."

"Gah." Yamuraiha pointed at him before sticking her tongue out. The message was obvious, and Mira squeaked before quickly running over and scooping the teal haired baby into her arms. She was not an 'it', thank you very much.

"O-of course, your Majesty! I apologize in the stead of my charge. She's just a baby and doesn't know what she's saying," Mira began babbling uselessly as both Yamuraiha and Nicholas sent her a flat look. The blonde haired girl brightened as she came up with a topic that may appease both parties. "Ah, Prince Nicholas, is your baby sister Princess Dunya doing alright?"

Yamuraiha also perked up at the subject. Princess Dunya was the same age as her, one year old, and that meant that the plot was well on its way. The revolution started when Dunya had turned around 13 if Yamuraiha recalled correctly, so she had plenty of time to get out of the kingdom.

She was sure of it.

And in the meantime, she would continue with the facade of an innocent baby.

Age 2

"Damn it, where did that devil's child go now?" The Head Cook cursed, glancing around for any sight of a teal haired toddler. His action was to no avail, as he didn't spot any bright haired servants crawling along the hallway. It was usually easy for him to find her, as only a true cursed child could have hair so bright, but for once the Head Cook did not track where the two year old went in time.

Unknownst to him, Yamuraiha giggled from her hidden position in the kitchen as she crawled out from under the table, grabbing a few freshly baked pastries and popping them in her mouth before leisurely making her way back to where Mira was looking for her.

Amusing indeed.

Three tunnels that could lead to the kitchen. Yamuraiha drew several lines connecting a box shape to several other boxes. The walls were about three inches thick on all sides, suggesting that there might be secret passageways behind them that could just barely fit a person. She shaded in a few unknown parts of the castle, taking note her approximate measurements of the floor and the actual size of each room. There were some numbers that were missing, and it was very much likely that the castle had some secret passageways made especially for royalty.

If she was able to figure out those passageways, that could open up a whole new world of exploring and possibility for Yamuraiha. Her eyebrows creased as she circled a few possible rooms where it was most likely to have some kind of hidden entrance. Obviously, the architects wouldn't build entrances to the secret hallway in rooms where many people were to mill about, so she crossed out the dining room and circled a few guest bedrooms. Thoughtfully, she put a question mark next to the kitchen. It was possible that the servants had to deliver late time snacks to royalty if they wished so, and she had heard several grumbles of the such happening before.

Yamuraiha frowned as she noticed that in her haste, the ink from the feather pen she was using had smeared. Tch. How annoying. This was why she couldn't wait until some more innovation happened in this country: feather pens were such a pain to write with. Maybe if she had more free time she would try to figure out how to make a better pen. Funny how things she had taken for granted in her old world were such a trouble to find in this one.

She rolled up the sheet of parchment paper that Mira had given her and set the feather pen down, sighing. If anybody else was watching the scene, they would have been thinking that she was just an overly lazy two year old who liked sketching random symbols rather neatly on paper. Yamuraiha stayed in the servant's quarters in the castle, but she had her own tiny room. It was about the size of a closet, more or less, but it gave her the privacy she needed. The servants probably didn't want to put up with a 'magician's daughter' and probably requested for her to have a separate room. There was still a small mattress for her to sleep on and a set of servant clothes provided for her, though, and she was still allowed access to the kitchen to get whatever things she managed to get to eat, so Yamuraiha supposed that she had an okay life for a two year old.

Mira came to check in on her every morning at nine and would continue to follow her around the castle until she retired to bed at eight. Her body needed a lot more rest than her adult's body, so Yamuraiha couldn't really afford to stay up too late, but occasionally after Mira would leave she would pull out a candle she had stolen from one of the other servant's chambers and plan out her escape route like this.

After all, Yamuraiha had to be prepared for the worst. She already knew the rebellion was drawing closer, so in the case that Mogamett didn't find her in time, she wanted to know how to get out of the castle. Thus, after long days of exploration, Yamuraiha would map out her new discoveries on the piece of parchment paper she had just been drawing on.

Yamuraiha yawned as she realized that her eyelids were drooping, so she put the parchment paper under the mattress and laid down, allowing sleep to overcome her.

A/N: Erm...well, this is longer than the previous chapter lol. Expect updates to be weekly or biweekly ish, although I promise nothing because I know there will be something in RL distracting me sometime. Don't expect 10,000 word chapters, but I try to update at a generally normal ish pace. ;)

I'm overwhelmed by all the support. ;) Thank you to all those that favorite-ed, followed, read, and/or reviewed this story. I noticed every single addition (in a totally nonstalkerish way) and each one made a smile grow on my face. A special thanks to the reviewers: it's very stimulating to see another perspective and gets me really inspired to write.

Oh, before I forget. Yamuraiha hasn't been introduced yet in SnB/AoS but obviously she'd be over thirteen by the time she met Sinbad as that's when the rebellion broke out in Musta'sim and she was like, long gone by that time over with Mogamett. But this story will probably have her meeting Sinbad and co. earlier. Ish. Just saying.

Peace. Love you all~