Hello everyone out there!
I just casually copied and re-edited the message from the first chapter, so
Magi belongs to Ohtaka Shinobu, my OC's to me
Lenka is British so she speaks with an accent *these are no spelling mistakes*
this work will contain spoilers for those who haven't read Magi that far
and maybe references to other manga, books, games, songs, devices of this world's daily life etc.
I use the Character names as they are written in my home country's edition of Magi so they might differ from those you are familiar with except *Aladdin's, I think his name looks cooler with double 'd' :] *
Have a fun time reading!
Day 2 Meeting the main characters
When the pillar of light disappeared and she found herself in a deep pit in the middle of the desert Lenka had expanded her attire with a silvery forearm armor decorated with a big sapphire for her right arm, two delicate golden rings around her right biceps and a sword that strongly resembled a katana, she really wondered how this landed here, which Orobas told her would never break and could be a possible metal vessel as well. She had two daggers hidden in her bag together with her wooly hat in which she had stuffed all diamonds she could find in the pile of treasure and then tied her scrunchies around the opening to prevent the stones from disappearing in the depths of her luggage.
During that time Lenka had checked her bagpack as well and had found a lot more than she had expected; she had not only her bottle of water, a new writing pad, a book about anatomy, her pencil case and phone charger but a traveling toothbrush, a first aid mini-kit, a deo spray, chewing gum, her beauty case, a second set of underwear, three different new packs of o.b., a lighter and earplugs for her phone as well. She couldn't imagine her packing a traveling toothbrush so she imagined it was a kind of transfer magic – or Solomon had packed for her. What she not hoped. For his sake.
Now Lenka sat on her flying scarf which was a lot bigger and sturdier than she thought – apparently it enlarged when needed – and flew in the direction where she believed a city could be. Orobas told her that his dungeon was located in the desert eastern of a city called Qishan; with his help she was able to find out where west was as well. After a while she saw caravan streets and decided to follow them, remembering that Qishan was the town where Amon's dungeon was located. Half an hour later Lenka arrived over the city and following the Rukh's movement she chose a save place to land, grabbed two sacks filled with treasure, ordered the scarf to hover over the streets and walked to the hotel she had in mind.
The porter looked at her with big eyes when Lenka appeared at the reception, her blonde hair, tall figure and foreign clothes mixed with metal jewelry, but caught himself very fast.
"Good morning, Miss. What can I do for you?"
Lenka gave him her brightest smile which caused his ears to turn red.
"I need a room for, let's say, up to five days and some information about the city, for example where I can buy a map, food and clothes for longer travels please. I can pay so you don't have to worry."
The porter smiled.
"Of course. Please pay in beforehand."
The girl shrugged and heaved a bag with treasure on his desk.
"I am a traveller and don't know this town's currency, but I reckon this is enough."
The porter opened the bag, took a quick glance and decided to call the manager.
The hotel's manager was nearly delirious with joy after Lenka told him that she had not stolen the treasure but conquered a dungeon recently. The room she was taken to was nearly as big as her old one back home, had a bed twice the size as hers and a magnificent view over Qishan. As soon as she was alone Lenka had opened the window and to let her full-packed scarf in. The treasure was hidden under the bed before she took a really nice bath and had a opulent meal. The hotel had given her a beautiful dress and shoes in exchange for a handful of jewels; thus newly dressed Lenka discovered the city, Orobas hidden under her flying scarf she wore as shawl now.
Her first stop was a small bookshop which location she was told by the porter. A bell rang when she entered, the air smelled of parchment and ink. The owner was a scrawny man in his late fifties in the typical clothing of the Magi desert world.
"Good day," Lenka greeted. "Do you sell maps as well?"
"These are not cheap."
"I can pay. Can you show me one of this continent and tell me where I am right now please?"
The owner raised a white bushy eyebrow.
"You are in Qishan, girl."
Lenka gave him a apologetic smile and decided to tell him the excuse she had invented with her djinn's help.
"I am from Reim and had the misfortune to stumble into a dungeon. After I cleared it I was here in Qishan. I have absolutely no idea how far away the next port is and I was told I could buy a map here."
She had seen this expression of astonishment on almost everyone who she had told she was a dungeon capturer.
"A girl? Clearing a dungeon? You have to be very tough." Then the man turned around and pulled a scroll out of the shelf behind him. Lenka leaned forward as he unrolled it on the desk and pointed on a point on it.
"Qishan is here."
His finger pointed on the continent far west.
"Reim is here."
Lenka shrugged.
"Oh dear. Well, I decided to go to Balbadd to take a ship back home. Can you please show me a map depicting the distance from Qishan to Balbadd?"
"I can, but you have to know that the road is blocked at the moment. Thieves and slave traders haunt the desert you need to cross."
"Well, if it is just thieves and slave traders and not a Kou army I will be quite save I think."
In the end Lenka bought both maps and gave the surprised owner more than he demanded.
"For your family. Please live happy and don't curse your fate," she wished before she left the shop.
That was very nice of you, my queen, Orobas said in her mind. Lenka thought this kind of communication was as if he was phoning her and she just had to think her answer or mumble it.
"He deserved it. So, let's go buy my new outfit."
I like buying things with you, the djinn admitted. Especially clothes. They suit you.
Lenka stood at her room's window and watched the sun sinking. The recommended tailoring shop was near the bazaar so she had decided to take a stroll around afterward and bought some meat buns. Munching one she agreed to her new friend. She had chatted with the owner who hat given her one for free after she had praised his food.
"I thought it was fun too."
When she had opened the door to the clothing shop the tailor had sewn silvery-gray pants, baggy-style.
"Hello," Lenka had greeted.
"I need a new attire suited for long-distance traveling please. I'd prefer pants or short skirts."
The dressmaker had shown her a tight short-sleeved blue blouse leaving her stomach free that she could wear without a bra and a brown vest with white and blue ornaments with which Lenka immediately had fallen in love with - but the pants had been a problem.
"These are too baggy as well."
Lenka had glanced at the gray pants on the working desk and pointed at them.
"Do you make them for a certain customer?"
The tailor had shaken her head.
"Not at the moment. They are nearly finished, though."
Lenka had taken her phone out and showed her a picture.
"Can't you make them more like this, can't you?" she had asked with big puppy eyes. The tailor stared at the smartphone with amazement.
"Unbelievable. What is this? There is a human in it."
"It's a magical item from my home. This is fashion where I come from," Lenka had swindled.
"Can you do this please?"
"Sure thing. When do you want it finished?"
"As fast as possible. Latest in two days," she had said and had given the tailor the second bag she was carrying right now.
"Thank you very much. Please take this as a reward. Don't worry, it is part of my dungeon treasure. Use it well, will you?"
Lenka had shown her other pictures of London's fashion as well to make sure her business would flourish later in her life too.
The djinn gave Lenka a mental hug.
I am glad I chose you, my queen.
Can you please call me Lenka? It does sound more familiar and I need a friend right now more than a follower.
Lenka saw a mental image of Orobas grinning brightly.
As you wish, Lenka! Yet as a friend can I ask why do share the treasure with all these people?
She sighed and fiddled with the biceps rings.
"I just... My mother told me that I should try to make people happy through my actions. I cherish her teachings. They helped me in darker times. Doing good things... It's like raising a shield around me, you know? As long as I can smile when meeting someone new they are less likely to attack me."
I think I understand what you mean. By the way, what are your plans now? What will you do?
Glad that the djinn changed topics Lenka started to tell him her intentions.
Three days later Lenka left Qishan on her flying scarf, wearing her new clothes. The pants fit perfectly and she felt like a completely new person right now. Her old clothes were stored in a second bag with more water and food. Following the street to Balbadd she talked to Orobas during the flight and trained her djinn weapon equip during the whole day. On the evening she tried to manage a full-body equip before going to sleep. Luckily she had enough magoi and food with her, plus the Rukh would her a bit of energy if she asked them. Oddly enough they would give her some yet she didn't mind their help.
Orobas was a fire djinn, so Lenka had to find a way fighting with him while not burning herself. When she wrapped the necklace around her arm, the jewel in her palm she was able to fire a column of white and blue flames at her enemy; mostly clouds and rocks at the moment. She didn't roast her fingers like that, but it had been better if the djinn had settled in her sword instead. One day after training she had asked the spirit if he could move to the sword instead - he sulked for two hours before the girl was able to calm him down. This day she did successfully weapon-equip a large saber that seemed to be made of some sort of blue crystal, so she was sure that it was some sort of an apology. Djinn were strange.
After four days of flying she arrived at an oasis city. The inhabitants were running around hectically preparing camels and carrying weapons. Lenka decided to land behind a once white building, hung the scarf around her shoulders and walked up to a tanned man with a white mustache and beard who she remembered being the owner of the caravan that took Morgiana in after the Amon-dungeon diving.
"Excuse me, but what is with this uproar? Did someone went missing?"
The man turned around to see who asked him and frowned at Lenka's still unusual clothing.
"A girl seemed to had attacked the thieves hideout. They were blocking the road to Balbadd and she secretly sneaked out. We're going to attack their hideout now."
Lenka gave him an endearing smile.
"Can I accompany you? I'm very skilled in fighting."
The man examined her again, saw the sword, the armor and made his decision. Lenka saw the change in his eyes as he nodded.
"Of course. Help is always welcome. Get a camel and wait for the signal."
"Okay, thank you very much," the girl said and walked toward the stable.
The light in the stable was kind of dim and air was dusty from the sand but Lenka still saw the two girls that were trying to sneak away with a camel. One of them, the tanned with the dark hair glanced at Lenka, then gave her friend a signal. The light-haired with short hair looked up and shot the newcomer a nasty glare.
"If the owner sends you to make sure we'd stay at the inn you can buzz off. We will go as well."
The dungeon capturer shook her head and pressed a finger on her lips, grinning brightly.
"I won't," she said,"I think it is great that you are so fired up to save your friend. Can I pick any camel as long as it isn't taken?"
The unfriendly wanted to answer but the tanned girl interrupted her.
"Leila... I think she won't tell my father. She seems to be nice."
The other girl frowned.
"Sahsa," she mumbled then gave Lenka another displeased look.
"Pick any you like. They spit."
Then the two disappeared in the shade of the stable.
Can't we use the scarf? These animals stink, Orobas complained.
I don't want them to find out that I am a dungeon capturer now, she answered and held her hand out to a camel with white spot under one eye. As she touched the animal she sent a bit of her Rukh as well. The camel blinked and leaned forward to get scratched a bit more.
"There, I'm friendly. Will you be a good one and carry me, will you?" she cooed as she picked up the rein, took a saddle and led the camel out of the stable. There she placed the saddle between the two humps, lashed it an climbed up.
This will be no fun ride. Will sway. Run in the wrong direction. No horse. Stinks.
Shut it you whiny djinn.
The caravan's owner had mounted as well. To his left side was a bulky man with white bandages around his bare chest and a strange animal on the shoulder.
"Let's go, folks!" he bellowed and hurried his camel.
The whole squad started to ride out of the city into the desert. Lenka had less problems with the unconversant mount as Orobas had imagined. After a while she found herself next to the two girls, Leila and Sahsa, who shared a camel. Sahsa gave her a worried smile; Lenka grinned to courage her.
"Don't worry, everything will have ended before we will arrive at their hideout."
Leila snorted and pressed her camel while Sahsa's expression brightened up.
"As if."
The foreigner laughed.
"The future is already written, trust me."
"How can you be so sure?" Sahsa asked. Lenka stroke her bangs out of her eyes.
"I read a few books."
Soon the hideout came into sight, a huge cylindrical building entirely made of stone; a real fortress. Lenka squinted her eyes. People were running away from the hideout in their direction. They were obviously in panic. She smirked. Everything went as shown in the manga; the owner of the caravan stopped his camel to ask one of the slave traders what had happened when the huge blue body of Ugo climbed over the wall of the fortress. Lenka stopped her mount and jumped off as well.
"Here they come, Orobas."
The freed humans flowed out of the building, friends, families were reunited. Lenka waited a few minutes before she approached Aladdin; the blue haired boy spoke with Leila, Sahsa, the caravan's owner, the man with the strange pet and Morgiana.
"Though we may be separated... those important people's spirits are by our side," she heard him saying. The red haired fanalis turned toward the slave traders' fortress.
Lenka felt a Rukh tugging on her vest and sneaked back to her camel. Now was not the time to talk to them.
The banquet was noisy. Everyone was having fun celebrating the rescue of the imprisoned with alcohol and delicious food. When Lenka saw that Aladdin, Morgiana and the other important people of this scene were sitting around a map of the road to Balbadd she placed her cup of wine down and trailed toward them.
"Alright! It's decided!" the small Magi beamed at his friend.
"Uhm... Excuse me," Lenka said and smiled at them. "I heard that you were going to Balbadd. That is my destination as well. Can I accompany you?"
The main characters turned their heads to look at her; Morgiana's glance was calm as always but showed slight concern. Aladdin's stare simply said boobs!
"Of course you can, Miss! Can't she?" he glanced at his friend. Mor shrugged and nodded.
"Thank you," Lenka said and a weight fell off her shoulders. Mission accomplished.
"Miss?" the Magi stared her bust. "You're boobs are glowing."
Lenka blinked, pulled her scarf off her neckline and her metal vessel out of her blouse. The pendant was glowing white and a line connected the eight-pointed star with the flute's.
"Miss! You're a dungeon capturer!" Aladdin cheered and reached out to touch the golden jewel. A bright light seemed to explode and the familiar white and blue flames shot to the stars. The caravan screamed in surprise as Orobas' giant blue body appeared over the plaza, humongous and glittering from the chains covering his body.
"WHO IS THE ONE WHO WILL BECOME KING?" the signature sentence sounded over the city. Lenka grinned as she saw up to her djinn. He had a talent for making a huge ruckus.
"I am Orobas, a djinn created from faithfulness and truth. And you are my queen, Lenka. Say, my dear, is that a Magi down there?"
The djinn bowed forward as Aladdin held out his flute and Ugo's headless body emerged.
"Hello old friend!" Orobas smiled brightly. "Thank you for the queen you send me! She's really great and generous and knows almost as much about the future as me and- huh. Uh-huh."
Ugo had started to wave his hands to talk to the other djinn that nodded in agreement. This act went on for a few minutes before the fire djinn shrank to a size three times as tall as his queen to hug her.
"She knows that already. She told me she would fight them to fulfill Solomon's wish and she will watch this boy as well. Don't worry, Lenka was doing great until now and we will have companions and her-"
"Please don't tell every secret now, Orobas," Lenka reached up and pinched the djinn's ear.
"Yowch. Okay, Lenka. As you wish."
She smiled with closed eyes at him.
"Then please stop groping and GO BACK INTO THE VESSEL."
With a poof the djinn disappeared; Ugo did as well. Lenka sighed and turned towards Aladdin and the others.
"Sorry. His behaviour is kind of - WILL YOU GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF MY BOSOM, BOY!" Lenka screamed and plucked the blue-haired boy off her chest. Luckily her arm was long enough to keep him at a sufficient distance from her breasts. Being almost 1,75 meters tall was sometimes very fortunate. Aladdin's grin was really creepy.
"They are soft! And really big!" he gushed and wriggled in her grip to get closer to her. Lenka felt a vein on her forehead pulse. This was going to be not as easy as she had imagined.
And another chapter for you! He he. No references to explain this time, but a big thank you for reading! It will take a few days for the next chapter to be uploaded so be patient .
Yours,
TheMultipleMeExperience