Hello everyone out there!

So Magi belongs to Shinobu Ohtaka, my OC to me, there might be references to this world, music etc, spoilers for those who haven't read the manga this far and some spelling mistakes.

Even so, have a fun time reading!

Day 11 Meeting the generals

Lenka stood at the bow of the Star of the North and grinned with excitement at the island in front of her. Finally they had reached the Kingdom of Sindria and although her sea-sickness wasn't that bad any longer after the conquering of Gusion's dungeon the time she had spent on the ship was way too long for her taste. It was the early afternoon of the fifteenth day after the departure from Balbadd and she was more than happy to have steady ground under her feet soon again.

Sinbad stood next to her while Morgiana and Ja'far were under deck to convince Aladdin and Alibaba to leave their cabin.

"Ah, it feels good to be back," he said with a big grin, "I guess we will have a big welcoming feast."

Lenka shrugged slightly.

"I think that depends on how good the boys feel. Aladdin has left the cabin a few times yet I reckon they are not in the mood for celebrations. You can put me on your guest list though. I don't mind meeting new faces."

Sinbad patted her back causing Orobas to shout insults at him only Lenka could hear. Possessive was an understatement.

"That's good. Very good. Ah, you can see the city by now."

The ship passed a hole in the stone wall around the island and Lenka stopped breathing for a second. Sindria was truly beautiful. Tropical jungle grew in the southernmost part of the island while the royal palace throned on a hill over the city. The white houses were almost cubic and sometimes build on top of another and somehow reminded her of the Greek island she had visited with her parents when she was five. Flowers and laughter everywhere, happy children chasing each other while their parents were chatting, eating delicious looking dishes and enjoying their life.

Lenka shook her head in amazement and looked at Sinbad.

"This is paradise. Even in my world we would consider this paradise."

He started to grin brightly and the jewel on his turban reflected the light when he shifted his weight to have a better look at the city.

"It certainly is. I've done so much for Sindria and it's people that it feels as if the kingdom is-"

"Your child?" she chuckled. "I understand that very well. It's the same with my best friend Micaela. Whenever she had finished a new dress it was 'her baby' for a few days; it was the same with everything she made. I miss her quite a lot."

Sinbad nodded.

"Understandable."

Tapping sounds declared that Ja'far and Morgiana were back with Aladdin and Alibaba. The Magi stopped next to Lenka to look over to the city. The traveler frowned: Aladdin's eyes had lost their sparkling curiosity with Ugo's disappearance and his cheeks were pale. Alibaba didn't look better, his eyes were bloodshot from crying and insomnia.

"This is Sindria?" Aladdin asked slowly. Lenka nodded and petted him.

"It is beautiful, isn't it?"

"It is beautiful," Alibaba repeated weakly.

The citizens gathered at the port and started to cheer when the Star of the North landed and a plank was let down to the landing area. Sinbad left the ship first under a shower of flowers two young girls threw at him. He smiled brightly and waved at everyone while Ja'far followed close behind and Masrur helped the guests on firm ground. Lenka gritted her teeth at the first meters she made on Sindrian soil: her legs felt like jelly and she wobbled like a toddler who took his first steps.

"Thank you very much," she told a boy who held out a flower necklace for her and grinned friendly at him.

This feels like Hawaii.

Hawaii? Orobas asked.

An island state similar to Sindria I reckon, yet much more volcanic.

Volcanoes are great, really great, he mused while Lenka followed the others to a carriage that brought them and their luggage to the palace. Overjoyed townspeople acclaimed the return of their king as the cart rolled upwards and Sinbad started to wave royally at them. Lenka smiled when she noticed that Alibaba and Aladdin started to recover from their depressed state and imitated Morgiana: they were gazing at the city with wide eyes, clearly impressed by it's beauty and the warm welcome they were receiving.

"Miss Lenka?"

The traveler looked at Ja'far who had spoken.

"When we arrive at the palace King Sinbad will assign rooms in the green Sagittarius tower to you, Morgiana, Aladdin and Alibaba. Your treasure will arrive later on this day. However, there will be a small banquet this evening to celebrate the king's return. Would you like to attend it as well or have your dinner delivered to your room? The servants will fulfill every wish you have."

Lenka bit on her lower lip then shot a quick glance at her fellows.

"I think I will attend the banquette, yet I don't think that the boys will. I have to look after them before and have a bath as well, if it is possible to prepare one in time."

Ja'far smiled.

"Of course. We will provide proper clothing for the evening. You're a guest after all."

"Thank you very much. I really appreciate your kindness," she replied with a relieved sigh. "Can I ask you a question?"

He nodded.

"Sure."

"I can't read or write the language of this world, only mine," Lenka said with a slightly pained expression. "Is it possible to have someone teach me how to properly read and write here? Someone qualified who will keep silent about my background as well, because I think it would be very hard to explain to a normal teacher."

Ja'far frowned for a second.

"I think I can manage to find someone capable. Is there a special reason why you want to learn how to write?"

"I promised my cutie Kougyoku to send a letter and asked her to write her name for me to prevent spelling mistakes. It was a bit embarrassing, I could have written a book to her and she would be unable to decode it. Every child in my home country get's taught how to read, write and numerate because these are important skills in our society. Plus I don't want to be dependent on someone who reads everything to me and might mislead me, isn't that so? I can tell you something about my world in return as a kind of payment, can't I?"

He nodded, satisfied with that answer and leaned back to watch the citizens.

"I'll get everything covered."

Almost fifteen minutes later the carriage reached the gates of the palace walls causing the guards to salute in front of the king. Again Sinbad was the first to step down to the ground, his metal vessels glittering in the light of the afternoon sun. Masrur and Ja'far followed close behind then Aladdin, Alibaba, Morgiana and Lenka. Four soldiers accompanied them to the huge gates then waited with for them to enter the palace. The traveler had to suppress a squeal.

Gorgeous! Buckingham palace is nothing compared to this!

I have to admit that he has taste when it comes to the places where he stays, Orobas mumbled while the traveler nearly died from suppressing a fangirling attack. It was King Sinbad's royal palace after all.

They stopped in front of a group of six waiting persons in matching white and green uniforms who bowed in front of Sinbad.

Aaah the eight generals! The eight generals! Kyahahahaha!

Lenka!

...Is she always like that? Gusion asked the other djinn.

I recall one worse time, when we met the fallen Magi. That was torture. Pure hell.

The huge dragon-like Drakon spoke for all of them.

"King Sinbad, the eight generals bid you our humble greeting. We are glad that you've returned uninjured after hearing what the ambassadors told us about the situation in Balbadd."

Sinbad smiled royally at them.

"I appreciate your greeting. I had the help of these four in Balbadd and as thank I have them invited to Sindria to be my personal guests. That is a reason to have a welcoming feast for them."

The generals started to smile or grin and Sinbad chuckled then turned to his vizier.

"Ja'far, please assign rooms to our new guests and have a few servants take care of them then come to the meeting room."

Ja'far bowed.

"As you wish, my king."

Sinbad looked at Lenka and Alibaba who where the eldest of the four.

"Just tell the servants if you need something. You are welcome here."

Alibaba nodded while Lenka bowed slightly.

"We are very honoured to be your guests, King Sinbad."

The generals that hadn't met her frowned when hearing her accent but Sinbad seemed to be pleased with her behavior.

"After all you have done to help Sindria this is the least I should do. Well, I see you later when we hold the feast."

Ja'far cleared his throat.

"This way, please."

Lenka looked down then gave Aladdin a slight push to wake him from his curious glancing at the palace's interior and took his small hand in hers. The smile he gave her was a lot brighter than the others she had received during their travel by boat. Of course he would get better, settle his grief and return to being the happy child Lenka had met weeks ago in the caravan city and that was shown in the manga. A bit more mature, but still Aladdin. She frowned. And she would avoid him getting fat. That was a scene in the manga that caused with her the same facial reaction that Sinbad had shown, the pure essence of 'er, eww, what?'.

The ex-assassin led them through a hall then to a marble staircase.

"This staircase leads to the guest rooms in the green Sagittarius tower. Your rooms are in the third floor if I remember correctly."

The small group ascended to a small hall with a public lounge for the guests staying on this floor, metal chandeliers, a emerald green carpet and a large window at the end of the corridor. It strongly reminded Lenka of the hotel her class stayed at during a field trip to Barcelona. And the manor she grew up in. Ah, bad idea to think of the manor, she shook her head then concentrated on Ja'far who was opening a door.

"This room is big enough for you."

Lenka cleared her throat to get his attention.

"Can I have a room for myself please? I'm rather uncomfortable when sharing with a male around my age, even though I doubt that Alibaba would do me harm."

The vizier looked from her to the other dungeon capturer then to Morgiana and finally back to Lenka.

"Of course, Miss Lenka. You are a lady after all."

Lenka felt the strong urge to facepalm or shake the small smirk out of his face.

"Don't tell me you forgot that I'm a girl. Please do me the favour."

"Of course I didn't forget that you are female. Morgiana, would you like to have a room on your own as well?"

The fanalis looked calmly at the adults.

"I'm okay with sharing with Aladdin and Alibaba."

They are so innocent, Orobas chuckled while Aladdin tugged at Lenka's vest to get her attention.

"Why won't you stay in our room, big sis?" he asked with pleading eyes. Lenka scratched her right temple.

"You see, Aladdin, it's inappropriate for a man and woman to share a room when they are both old enough to have children on their own, isn't it? They can only do that when they are married or in a relationship similar to marriage. I could share your room but then you would have a problem with Alibaba. I think he will die after blood loss through excessive nose bleed because I will sleep naked in this heat."

"Oh," Alibaba said and went cherry red while Ja'far coughed to conceal his laughter. Aladdin stared at his male friend then at Lenka.

"You're right. His head is way too red to be healthy."

Lenka thanked the Lord, Solomon and whoever would hear her prayers that Aladdin didn't ask her how or why a man and woman make children. That would be certainly awkward because she was sure that the small Magi wouldn't be able to sleep calm after that and Morgiana and Alibaba would be scarred for life as well.

"Miss Lenka, is this room here to your liking?" Ja'far asked and saved the traveler who instantly turned and examined it then smiled brightly at him.

"It's perfect, Ja'far. Thank you very much."

He blushed a bit then turned to the children.

"Both rooms have bathrooms behind those doors in the back. I will send servants to prepare baths for you and then again to get you for the feast this evening. Until now only Miss Lenka accepted the invitation. You will get some of the food if you decide to stay up here."

Alibaba shrugged.

"I'm not really in the mood for a feast," he mumbled.

"I think it is better if you stay up here too, Aladdin, Mor," Lenka said and grinned. "There will be alcohol and I heard that there are no parties like Sindrian parties when it comes to alcohol, fun and dancing, aren't they?"

Ja'far made a face at this comparison.

"Sadly yes. If you excuse me now, I have to attend a meeting."

"Bye Ja'far!" the four of them said in unison. Lenka placed her bag in the door frame of her room to stop the door from falling shut.

"Morgiana, you will bathe in my room. I don't think the boys will peep but it is better when it's just us girls, isn't it?"

Mor nodded and smiled while Aladdin pouted.

"Why can't I have a bath with you, big sis?" he complained. She grinned. Her brother Henry had asked exactly the same question a few months ago. She had given him a different answer though.

"Because you will grope me all the time."

"... Alibaba, your nose is bleeding."

"Don't die Alibaba!"

"That was a joke, Aladdin."

Lenka hummed contended while applying make-up. Not much, just a bit of silvery-gray eye liner and mascara, a color that would go well with the white sleeveless dress a maid had brought her after the traveler bathed to help her with her hair.

"I'm really glad the dress fits," Lenka sighed, closed her beauty case and walked over to the large wooden chest in which she had stored her clothes from London and Qishan. Sadly her backpack hadn't gotten the heavenly ability of unlimited storage so carrying everything around had been quite straining but she was sure the holiday in Sindria would cure the ache in her shoulders.

The servant had a hell of a time adjusting it, Orobas snickered.

"Shut up. I haven't asked them to grow this big."

The V-neck was almost too low for comfort and she was sure that she would flash her bra when bowing in front of Sinbad but the quality of the fabric was really good, the stitches were tiny and accurately made and the hem that ended a few inches above her knees was adorned with silver threads. The sandals that were part of the outfit fit as well, plus the exotic flowers that embellished her high bun smelled great.

"I'm so glad that there was a shaver in the beauty case as well. Whoever packed for me, I will be indebted for a long time."

Women, Orobas murmured. I didn't know that you have scars on your left shoulder blade.

Lenka ignored him and glanced at the mirror, a polished bronze plate.

"Should I wear the biceps rings or not?" she mumbled then turned left and right to see them from different angles.

As long as I am with you everything is going to be alright.

… don't forget about me, Gusion added.

"I miss Micaela's opinion," the traveler mused then decided to go with the jewelry. "Okay, I'm ready. Let's take a quick look after the kids, shall we?"

Lenka walked across the room that was even more gorgeous than the one in the Balbaddian hotel and opened the door. The servant who had brought the dress and helped with the hairdo stood in front of her, hand raised to knock at her door.

"Miss Lenka? General Ja'far asked me to bring you to the feast. If you would follow me."

"A second please," Lenka knocked at her friends room and peeked in. They were eating already but looked up when she entered.

"Lenka! You're beautiful!," cheered Aladdin while Morgiana smiled and Alibaba blushed. Lenka grinned and waved.

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm off now. Enjoy your food and go to sleep early enough. Good night."

"Night!" answered three voices in more or less joyful tone. She chuckled and closed the door then turned to the waiting maid.

"We can go."

"Good," the maid said and rushed away. Lenka catched up with a few steps.

"Thank you for helping with my hair, it really looks gorgeous. What's your name?"

The maid, dark-haired and about eleven inches smaller than the foreigner blushed a bit.

"My name is Dalia, Miss."

"Nice to meet you then, Dalia. I hope you will be the one taking care of me during my time in Sindria."

Dalia's blush deepened. She seemed really pleased.

"I'm glad that you are happy with my services."

Dalia led Lenka into the main hall where Sinbad and the eight generals were waiting for her. She blinked then counted again. Seven. Ja'far was still missing. The small Pisti spotted her first and advised the king of his guest's arrival. Sinbad grinned brightly as he scanned Lenka's dress.

"Ah, Lenka. The dress really suits you yet your jewelry doesn't shine as bright as your eyes."

Lenka smiled and shook her head.

"Thank you for the compliment King Sinbad yet I thought we had discussed this matter well enough in Balbadd, didn't we? Sorry that I am late but I had to look after the others to see if they were alright."

He waved the excuse aside.

"We are not late because Ja'far is not here yet. Let me introduce the remaining six of the eight generals to you. Drakon who is the commander of the military officers," he pointed on the dragon-like man, "Hinahoho from Imchaq," the huge blue-haired man grinned down on Lenka, "Spartos from Sasan," Spartos nodded a greeting, "Sharrkan from Heliohapt," the dark-skinned sword fighter waved, "Yamraiha, our mage from Magnostadt," who smiled at Lenka then bowed, "and last but not least, Pisti from Artemyra." Pisti smiled and waved. Lenka thought that Sinbad looked incredibly proud of his generals.

She bowed slightly to greet them politely while trying at the same time not to flash her underwear.

" My name is Lenka, the traveller and dungeon capturer, Solomon's warrior and guardian of the Magi. It's a pleasure to meet Sindria's famous eight generals. Even in my home country stories of your adventures with King Sinbad are told. I'm very honoured to meet you in person."

Only those who read the manga-thing you thought about know of their existence, Orobas said.

First impressions are important to make friendships, Gusion as the djinn of friendships answered. However the generals plus their king looked very flattered then in the next moment their jaws fell to the marble floor.

"Solomon's warrior?!" yelled Sharrkan and waved his hands in shock.

"Guardian of the Magi!?" screamed Yamraiha and nearly lost her hat as she ran to the blonde, took a hand and examined her magoi.

"No way!" squealed Pisti while Spartos blinked twice to show his surprise. Drakon looked at Sinbad.

"She is a dungeon capturer as well? Your luck is unrivaled, Sinbad."

"And she is pretty," Hinahoho grinned. "She would be a great mother."

Sinbad started to cough while Masrur answered:

"... she turned him down already and her djinn said he would rip him apart if he made a move on her again. And that was before he suspected her of being a spy from Kou."

Hinahoho's face fell while Drakon sighed and hid his behind a hand.

"Seriously, Sinbad?"

The High King of the Seven Seas started to whistle a tune to fake innocence under the piercing glare of his generals.

"... he messed up royally."

"Masrur!" yelped Sinbad while Hinahoho and Drakon nodded with knowing faces.

"You have way too much magoi to be normal!"

Yamraiha was really surprised, excited and curious at the same time. This person, Lenka, was someone you don't meet every day. And even more...

"Ja'far asked me to help you with your writing problem, I'm really looking forward to working with you!"

Lenka beamed.

"Thank you very much!"

"Take care, she will turn you into a bookworm in no time and pester you with that talk about the superiority of magic all day long until you believe her," Sharrkan said and patted the traveler's back while giving her a flirtatious grin. Yamraiha fumed.

"Why you sword maniac! Of course magic is superior to swordsmanship, it will always be!"

"Nuh-uh, the sword is stronger. Realize it, it was, is and will always be better than your stagy magic."

The mage grabbed his ear while he pinched her cheek.

"You-"

"Let go of my ear!"

"Djinn equip!"

The couple stopped their bickering and stared at Lenka in confusion who chuckled.

"I think djinn equip is superior. It combines powerful magic with swords so you can shoot magic at your enemy then stab him with your blade! It's the perfect pairing, isn't it? Like Magical Girl Mode! Oh, sorry that's an inside joke from my home, just forget the last comment."

"No problem, but I think you're right," snickered Sinbad who had stepped closer to his dumbstruck generals. "We should do some sparring from time to time, Lenka, so that we won't loose our edge."

She gave him an ironic smile.

"You just want to see me in pervert equip, don't you? I hope that I will master Gusion soon, her armour won't be as revealing as Orobas' I reckon."

"Double dungeon capturer!?" screamed Sharrkan, Pisti and Yamraiha in unison. Drakon facepalmed again, Spartos raised his eyebrows and Hinahoho burst out in laughter.

"Damn, Sinbad, you really messed up this time. Your children would have been unstoppable."

"First the duty, then friends and food, then romance," Lenka stated with a big grin.

"I can only repeat myself, Miss Lenka is someone that outmatches every assumption," Ja'far said while appearing from behind Hinahoho's broad figure.

"Ja'far is here, we can go!" yelled Pisti and jumped up and down.

There are no parties like Sindrian parties, Orobas mused.

Indeed.

Lenka felt great. The food was even more delicious than in Balbadd, or maybe she was hungry enough to eat everything and think of it as delicious after the travel on the torture ship. No, the food was delicious. Even though it wasn't Maharaghan, the harvest feast, everyone was invited and celebrated the return of the king with alcohol, music, food, good alcohol, dancing and even more alcohol. The traveler sat with the generals, chatted with them and had a really good time. The wine, red Sindrian wine, had a rich flavor and was very tasty, even though she missed Vodka Red Bull, Pina Colada and gin.

"I feel the strong urge to sing and dance, but that would be pretty embarrassing in this dress," she told Pisti and Yamraiha who sat with her. Pisti blinked at the blonde sitting at the other side of the table she had started to call 'Len' after five goblets of wine.

"Why? You have enough boobs to show them. Why do you have such big boobs?" she complained. Apparently she had a complex, thought Lenka and emptied her eight cup then bit in a piece of bread.

"Didn't want them to grow this huge, 's uncomfortable. Everyone stares at them," said Yamraiha with slurred voice and stretched her arms.

"You're showing them to everyone with that shells!"

"If it makes you feel better, I was as flat as a board when I was twelve," Lenka told the other girl. "Then I beat everyone in a fighting tournament and they started to grow. Whenever I defeated someone stronger than me, they grew bigger.

Don't worry, boobs are only lumps of fat, if you eat enough yours will grow bigger in no time. And when you'll have babies they will grow even more. And they will grow until you're forty if you eat well. But you'll need to collect the booby fat in a bra before it goes down to your butt."

Lenka giggled at her last sentence while Pisti blinked owlishly.

"Whassa bra?" she slurred. The dungeon capturer tugged at her V-neck to flash her lacy underwear.

"That's a bra."

"Why essactly are we talkin' 'bout boobs?" asked Yamraiha causing Lenka to grin mischievously.

"I wanted to see if we can make Spartos's face blushing as red as his hair."

The women turned to their co-general at the table next to them and started to grin as well. Spartos had indeed a light blush on his face and his ears.

"Ah, ladies, enjoying yourself?"

A unmistakably drunken Sharrkan slumped down on the bench next to Lenka and poured himself another goblet of wine. Yamraiha glared at him.

"Get lost, sword maniac."

He ignored her and cupped his chin in his hand to look at Lenka.

"So, what's a pretty flower like ya doin' in a night like this?"

"We're lookin' if we can make Spartos blush," Pisti giggled. Sharrkan gulped down his wine and pointed with the cup on her. He was swaying already even though he was sitting down.

"A noble, hic, endeavor, ladies. We have ta get the stick out off his ass. Have ya thought about... "

he leaned over the table and lowered his voice, "givin' him a big smooch? That would make his head essplode!"

He started to laugh and tried to drink from his empty cup. Lenka had a flash of genius.

"Sharrkan, why would you think about kissing Spartos? Are you into guys?"

The sword fighter spluttered in shock while Yamraiha pointed on Spartos.

"Ha! His head is red!" she cheered then joined the laughter. Lenka patted the speechless man's shoulder.

"I's not bad to think of members of the same sex as attractive. There's nothing wrong with you, it's perfectly fine with us girls. It's admirable that you are mentally strong enough to cope with the pressure from the other males. We will be here for you if you have a problem with their bullying, dear."

"You're a devil!" he yelled and tried to stand up to get away from her while Yamraiha and Pisti had tears of laughter in their eyes witnessing their friend's struggle.

"Miss Lenka, don't tease Sharrkan," scolded Ja'far who appeared behind them.

"Ja'far! My savior!" cried Sharrkan and patted the ex-assassin's shoulder. Lenka grinned.

"Ja'far! Thank you for saving me when you were assigning rooms! I didn't have to give Aladdin the talk yet! You saved his innocence! Cheers for you!"

"Cheers!" Pisti, Yamraiha and Sharrkan emptied their cups while Ja'far blinked in surprise.

"Which talk?"

The traveler smirked.

"The talk about why adult men and women can't share a room and how to make babies of course!"

"Ah," he said then looked at the empty wine jars on the table. "Haven't you had enough alcohol already, Miss Lenka?"

"Just call me Lenka, cutie. I'm a heavy drinker and can hold my liquor pretty well, plus I plan on getting hammered. Getting really drunk," she explained when seeing their clueless faces. "I am pretty dangerous when drunk, not as in getting into fights, but dangerous as in perverted dangerous. Some might faint when I'm done snogging them. That always happened when I went to parties back home, and the next day the guys would chase after me asking what I had done to their girlfriends."

"Oh great, a female Sinbad," Pisti giggled while Ja'far looked worried. The foreigner shook her finger at the other girl.

"I won't rape you, just give you the best kisses of your life."

"I don't rape, I make love! I give them the best night of their lives!" the king shouted from his place two desks away causing a uncontrolled laughing fit with the generals, Lenka and the girls fawning over him. Even Spartos chuckled slightly while Sharrkan rolled on the floor holding his stomach. Suddenly bright colors filled the dark sky, loud booms and crackling sounds were heard.

"Fireworks!" cheered Pisti and threw her hands up. Lenka joined the cheering as golden sparks like Rukh competed with the stars' brightness. Sindria was paradise.

"Lenka, I chall'nge ya to a drinkin' copet-, compent-"

"Competition? Bring it on, Sharrkan!"

Chapter 11! Wow, I just remembered I did the brainstorming and plot outline for the story at the end of march and I started writing on April 1st... four months ago... time sure flies by. Anyway, because I had the time and inspiration from an extra chapter in Adventures of Sinbad I wrote an Omake for you. Enjoy!

The djinn's shared flat (after chapter 10)

Gusion stared at the door. Cherry wood. Golden handle. The entrance to the spiritual space she would share with the queen she chose. The first and only human to enter he dungeon and made it to the treasury, a very interesting specimen. Lenka, the young busty woman, grinning wide, always ready to argue with someone, with the gray pants and short top dressed like she came from the place the djinn had called a home... that was now not a homely place any more.

Gusion shook her head and opened the door.

"Pardon the intrusion."

"At least you've decided to come in!" a male voice complained. She tried not to frown as she saw Orobas sitting at the dinner table, sipping tea and eating sweets. As always he wore several pounds of golden chains instead of a proper shirt to the white cloth he wore a skirt/shorts/whatever, they were even dangling from his horns and arms. Gold, gold, gold. Even his eyes were golden.

Gusion turned around to open the door again.

"Wrong room."

"Noo, you can't go now!"

That guy dared to hug her midriff to use his body as extra weight to keep her from leaving! And even under her intense, angered stare he wouldn't loose his grip but continue to to ramble about companions in misfortune, good times and something like that. The female djinn started to feel a headache coming up, so she sighed and shot the door a last pained glance. Good bye, peaceful life.

"I stay."

Orobas looked up with a bright smile and Gusion immediately regretted her words. That jerk was the same as always, using his handsome face to get others to obey his will. Not as worse as Focalor, but still a danger to womankind.

"Really? I have to show you around then!"

Or maybe he was the worse one. He pointed on the interior decoration and commented everything that was there, grinning like a child on his birthday.

"This is the common room. The kitchen table. Sweets. Tea. The kitchen. The door to my metal vessel. The door to yours. The couch. And finally, the LSS!"

The what? Orobas probably had seen her blank face and raced to the huge black board.

"May I present, the Lenka-Supervision-Screen!"

She had been sure he hadn't been that mad back in the other world, but years of isolation must have done severe damage to his brain, or why else would he act like a complete maniac? Gusion realized that he was waiting for a reaction of hers, if she interpreted the sparkle in his eyes, the strange pose and the appearing sweatdrops correctly.

"uhm... Yeey?"

That was the right thing to say, Orobas hopped on the couch in front of the screen and pointed with a small black device on it whereupon a picture replaced the black. A beautiful island appeared – apparently they were looking through their queen's eyes – and a man with long purple hair, several necklaces, a strange headdress that looked like someone had given him a piece of cloth and told him to do something with that and he wrapped it around his head and decorated it with a jewel, several rings on his fingers and a winning smile on his lips. Even from Gusion's not very human-like point of view the man was handsome yet he seemed to trigger something in Orobas.

"You! Don't smirk at her like that! Get your hands off my Lenka!"

Okay, they had met before. And Orobas's cussing got even worse a the man asked Lenka if the island was to her liking which meant that the guy had done something bad to their queen.

"What did he do to her?"

Orobas scowled at the man.

"He dared to lay hand on our queen. He kissed her."

"So what?"

Orobas looked at her as if she had said that she was okay with drowning kittens and eating puppies alive.

"This is OUR queen?"

Gusion was sure that she had not many options now, either agree and let him have his will or to run away fast, so she shrugged and poured herself a cup of tea to escape the madness he was spreading, which was not easy if you had flippers instead of normal hands. But what was normal if you were a djinn?

"If you say so."

Sometimes this was the best thing to say to someone.

"I knew you were not that bad, Gusion. Come, sit next to me so we can think of a strategy to get rid of the stupid king!"

Or maybe not.

I laughed when I saw what Sinbad's djinn were doing when he's not using them for the djinn equip. Baal brushing Valefor...

Thanks for all the support, I'm so happy that you're reading the story! Feel free to tell me your opinion on Second Chance, suggestions or if you have questions!

Yours,

TheMultipleMeExperience