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 17: Arriving in Remano, capital of Reim Empire

The city was a huge accumulation of white houses, archways and people dressed in clothes that had close similarity to the Roman toga and tunics. Children ran around playing with their friends, merchants were selling their goods and now and then soldiers would patrol the streets, talk to the citizens and guard the peace of Remano. Lenka felt the power of the Magi as soon as she and Miran passed the city gate, the Rukh were fluttering to the palace of the Highest Priest and then back into the town, as if Scheherazade was the heart of the capital, what she indeed was, yet the Coliseum was huge enough to be mistaken for the central spot in Remano. Maybe it was like the Circus Maximus or the Coliseum in Rome, reckoned the traveler, and maybe the Coliseum had looked like this back in Caesar's time. Maybe there is someone called Julius Caesar in this world, too.

The grip on her hand tightened as Miran moved closer to her, staring warily at the people around. The traveler had wrapped a piece of cloth around his head so that his red hair was covered because both of them were unsure what would happen if someone would find out that he was a fanalis. Even though the corps was the pride of the empire the woman was sure that someone might try to abduct and sell him into slavery again. And her too. Some of the males were giving her not only the awkward glance but the perverted stare as well, eve though the sword on her hip should be enough of a warning.

"There are slaves here," Miran murmured and interrupted her thinking. He was looking at a pair of male slaves in more or less dirty rugs carrying water amphorae while others were walking around, doing chores for their masters. Lenka frowned. Reim was really like the ancient Roman empire.

"Reim's society is built on the concept of slavery. Where I come from there was an empire really similar to this, about two thousand years ago. Actually there were many empires that accepted slavery, until it was officially abolished around two hundred years or so. But in some remote parts of the world, in the dark parts of society there are still slaves."

He shuddered and tugged at the headdress.

"If someone finds out that I'm a fanalis I tell them that I'm your slave. That's the safest way."

Her frown turned into a scowl at his words.

"You are not a slave, Miran. You are a free boy and should live like that, shouldn't you?"

"So where are we going to?" he changed the topic, causing her to sigh then point at the huge building in the distance.

"We go to the Coliseum to look for Shambal Ramal's gladiator school."

"Okay then, what are we waiting for?"

The two travelers needed almost twenty minutes to reach the Coliseum and twelve more to find the school grounds, even though they asked a young woman for the way. With a sigh Lenka went through the front gate and up to the young woman guarding the door, the letter from Sinbad in her hand.

"Excuse me, but aren't you Toto from the five Yambala? I came here to train magoi-manipulation under the gladiator school's tutelage. Here is my letter of recommendation."

She handed the letter over to Toto who inspected the royal sealing and weighted the letter in her hand while looking at the blonde. It was not often that she met a woman who was almost as big as her.

"This letter and emblem looks genuine, but Toto wants to fight you to see how good you are."

Lenka nodded then smiled at Miran who grinned and stepped next to the gladiator.

"I will be cheering for you, Lenka. Should I hold the letter, Miss Toto?"

The traveler sighed and unsheathed Eligos's metal vessel while Toto gave the boy the scroll, grabbed her longsword and left her post to fight. Her dark eyes were mustering the curved katana blade and the other woman's stance then she nodded approvingly.

"Toto is curious now. Give your best."

The Yambala rushed forward and the two swords clinked together as Lenka parried then countered with a swipe to Toto's knee who dodged and slashed at the foreigner's head, but again the katana was there to start a complex pattern of attacks and parry's that were rewarded with a smile. Lenka was grinning too; Toto was not as great as Sharrkan – not many were – but certainly a formidable opponent and she decided to use a bit more power, more of the skills she had learned from sparring with the generals, Alibaba and Hakuryuu as he had visited the silver Scorpio tower but she would have never expected that her next attack would cut Toto's sword in half! The two women stared speechless at the two hands length that were left of the blade before the dark-haired lowered the hilt.

"Toto admits defeat. You owe me a blade, disciple."

"I'm so sorry! I try to repair it right away! Gusion!"

At the command the part that had been cut off floated upwards then connected with the sword as Gusion caused the metal to turn liquescent and then firm again. Toto's eyes widened and she touched the sword then flung it a few times before smiling at the other while Miran jumped at his protector.

"As good as new. How did you do that?"

"Lenka conquered four dungeons, and Gusion did that!" Miran informed the Yambala who gasped for air.

"You – four? Impossible!"

"Your reaction is so cute, but I really conquered four dungeons. That is why I have to improve my magoi-manipulation, so can I speak with Shambal Ramal please?"

Toto blinked then shook like a wet dog.

"Of course you-" she stopped and frowned. "Actually he is not here at the moment."

"When will he return?" Lenka asked. She was getting a bad feeling about this.

"Toto is not sure," the woman admitted while looking really uncomfortable. "I don't know where he is, probably in a casino."

"Should we look for him? I think I can sniff him out if you give me some of his clothes or something like that," Miran offered with a wide smile. The gladiator looked at him in surprise.

"You are a fanalis. Can you do that? You would be a big help for Toto. You two, follow me."

Toto led them into the master's room where Miran took a quick sniff at the pillow, sneezed then took a sash the gladiator handed him - "Toto has found laundry!" "Urgh..." "Miran, your face is green! A bucket! A bucket!"- before grabbing a set of clean clothes and so the three wandered through the amusement quarter into seven different casinos before finding the one where the smell was the strongest; the gladiator simply waltzed over the doorman to get into the building after the boy told her that this was the right one. Lenka scanned the main room for the gambling desks then followed Miran who had pressed the sash to his nose to get another sniff.

"He's here, really close, but the smell of food is distracting me."

Toto affectionately patted his head while her eyes darted around.

"You did a good job. Toto wonders where Master is..."

"Hey, that is my Miran you're patting, you can't have him," Lenka joked and the boy gave her an adorable smile before grinning at Toto.

"I belong to Lenka," he declared happily.

I WANNA MAKE HIM HOUSEHOLDDDDD!

Guys? Have you trained to shout that in unison, have you?

A sudden commotion caused them to look at two guards who were pushing a man away from the gambling area. Toto groaned and shoved her way trough the spectators but it was Miran who was a tad faster at the man who was lying on his stomach.

"Are you alright? Your clothes..."

Shambal Ramal stood up and smiled down at the boy whose expression turned blank.

"I'm fine, young one, but aren't you a bit too young for this kind of-"

"Lord Jesus fucking Christ put some clothes on!" Lenka yelled and quickly replaced her charge's field of vision with a close-up of her cleavage while covering her own eyes as well.

Old man's hairy balls... Eligos is scarred for life and afterlife and her next life after rebirth too, the djinn whined.

That makes three of us, Elly, Lenka agreed while peeking down at Miran's face in her shirt which had an unhealthy white.

Four, said Orobas with a face one could simply describe as totally scarred. Orias's right eye twitched as he added himself to the list.

Five.

… six. When I appointed for this job no one told me that I had to deal with perverts and to look at-

AAAAAAAHHH DON'T SAY ANY MORE! Lenka and the twins screamed while Eligos continued to whimper The picture, the picture, these are not real, pink elephants, green elephants, blue elephants. Yellow crocodile, orange crocodile, skyblue giraffe, checkered llama.

"Toto has covered master, you can look again."

"Toto if this is a joke I sexually harass you," the dungeon capturer warned then carefully peeked through her fingers. "You are really lucky."

Shambal grinned and cleared his throat.

"If you excuse me now, I have to bet everything I've got left now."

"Master!" yelped Toto as he tried to get back to the table but Lenka touched his arm.

"Shall I try for you? I have good luck."

And money, was the unspoken addition. One of the gamblers laughed.

"Come, Ramal, don't be so desperate, let the girl test her luck."

"Tell me when I've won your things back," she whispered to the old gladiator and took place at the table. "All I have to do is to throw the dice, haven't I? The one with the highest number will win?"

The gamblers nodded.

"Your input, missy."

Lenka grinned and gave her purse filled with Sindrian gold coins to the game master.

"Please change that. Every coin."

The pile of gold bars was huge and the gambler's eyes almost fell out at the sight. Unsure what to do with them she inspected the sticks she had been given. Maybe it was a bit too bold to change everything, she could have bought a small house with that, but the knowledge that she had not only Eligos's and Orias's treasure but Gusion's as well in the space pocket was more than assuring.

You had to bury most of mine in the desert near Qishan, grumbled Orobas.

I could never carried this much! Way too heavy!

The first man threw the dice, glanced at the stick-like pieces in his hand and nodded then passed the tiles to the next gambler.

"What the?"

Not only the second, but the third and fourth gambler threw the same score as the first and Lenka was seriously confused as she threw the dice.

"The Missy wins," Shambal declared who had peeked over her shoulder. One of the men jumped up, apparently angry.

"The dice are forged!"

Lenka blinked innocently and threw them again and a third and fourth time before grinning at the game master.

"Do you have to tell me something?"

"Forgery! Burn the casino down! Everyone, get your things back! These guys are robbers!"

"Oh yeah," she grinned at Shambal, Toto and Miran. "That's how I do things."

Thanks, Orias. Your illusions are really handy.

Don't make me do this again or you will seriously make us fall into depravity.

But it worked well, didn't it?

Oh Lord Solomon, please forgive my betrayal, Orias groaned and buried his face in his hands.

"... and then I got my input back," Shambal laughed and clapped his hands. The other masked members of the five Yambala nodded, sighed or leaned back to not get their clothes dirty as the master stabbed his dinner. Lenka felt a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she watched their interaction. She and Miran were invited to dinner after the angered customers had turned the casino into a mediocre battlefield, Shambal got his clothes and money back and another overjoyed man had given her the key to a house as thank-you gift for saving his wealth. Apparently they had really busted an underground criminal organization dealing with the housing price and thus resulted in her having a house in Remano now. Lady Luck was a genius.

"The food is really tasty, Miss Toto," Miran thanked the gladiator who brightened at the boy's words. Lenka ruffled his hair.

"I know that I can't cook anything other than soup, dear."

"Lenka can do five types of soup. Plain, salty, with meat, good and burnt, and you never know which you'll get," he snickered while Toto gave him a second helping. Her cooking was really good she agreed with Miran.

"So, Missy, what are your plans?" Shambal asked the traveler. "The letter mentioned that you have conquered dungeons, as in more than one..."

"That's true. I've conquered four dungeons but only mastered two djinn, Orobas and Gusion."

The masked Yambala gasped in surprise but Shambal simply nodded while Lenka continued her explanation.

"I've been experimenting with my magoi and the equips but it would be better to learn magoi-manipulation from someone who has actually mastered it so King Sinbad suggested that I should attend this gladiator school and improve my fighting as well."

"Toto thinks that Lenka is good enough. Maybe a bit too strong. She broke my sword," the gladiator told the men then looked at the other woman. "Have you fanalis blood?"

She shook her head and placed her spoon next to the plate. Question time start.

"Not a single drop at all. It has to be my overflowing magoi that makes me so strong."

"Lenka simply is amazing," Miran said and clambered up his guardian's lap. "She can sink pirate ships with a wave and melt entire underground cities and bad guys with a single attack. She is a good person."

"Melting cities is not an indicator of being a good person," she said but the scolding effect was lessened of the fact that she was smiling and hugging the boy while Shambal folded his hands with a slight frown. He wasn't thinking of melting cities being a trait of a good person, too.

"Sinbad wrote about a certain benefactor..."

"You mean the Rukh?"

"He mentioned the Magi of Kou."

She raised a brow to express her surprise. That scheming...

"Oh. Surely he would mention Judar. They have history after all. Judar bribed me with a dungeon I couldn't turn down and Sinbad was really mad afterwards, even though he has djinn of that Magi as well. He's a bit crazy in the way he acts and seems to like me."

You can call it totally mad and completely insane and I remember other things, but well- okay, okay don't mentally pinch me, that hurts, Orobas complained but Shambal seemed contended with her answer and nodded yet Miran was the one who looked up and said:

"Is Judar the 'lunatic perverted girly Magi brat'? Orobas told me about him. He said whenever I meet him I should glare at him to keep him at least six feet away from you so that he won't do perverted things to you."

Lenka suddenly felt the strong urge to hit her djinn and the spoon she was holding made a cracking noise while Toto choked on her drink and the men started to grin. Or at least their Rukh told her that they were amused by the small fanalis's words. Stupid masks. Shambal was definitely wriggling his eyebrows. Lenka sighed in defeat.

"... he is. Damn that chatty djinn."

You are so dead.

Eligos reached Gusion a cookie while murmuring something about unfair bets and she hadn't been there and not knowing their queen for long or else she would have known not to bet against the other female djinn. Miran seemed completely unaffected by the awkward situation he had created.

"I wasn't really sure what he meant with 'perverted' so I asked Orias,"

"Oh Solomon," Lenka murmured,

"and he said that that was doing something you shouldn't do in public, only married couples and betrothed ones in the safety of their sleeping chambers."

Orias, come here so I can give you a big smooch. You deserved it.

It's no big deal, the djinn said and blushed.

"And Orobas said I should glare at 'perverted stupid king' as well because he is clearly the worst. Actually I should glare at every man that comes closer than four feet.

Miss Toto, can I please have another piece of bread?"

Lenka thanked God, Allah, Buddha, Solomon, Vishnu and whoever might hear her prayer that the gladiator was there to give her charge more food to stop his embarrassing flood of information. She gave the others an apologetic look, shrugged then said with a grin "I really don't need enemies with friends like that, right?"

Whereupon everyone started laughing like crazy.

The sword was a bit less heavy than her unbreakable katana but not as light as the saber she had when doing the pervert equip. Nevertheless she was sure she could fight with it, land hits and win. Shambal nodded approvingly at Lenka's movements with the curved blade the gladiator school had lent the blonde because metal vessels were forbidden in the arena.

"I am sure you will win your battle," he said and patted her shoulder as she stopped her exercise to drink something. Lenka nodded and hummed in agree, even though the thought of fighting without the extra weight of her metal vessels made her stomach churn. She felt somehow naked and powerless, not a nice feeling.

Miran jumped over to her, the necklace, biceps rings, forearm protector and sword in his arms, Toto following him. The boy's smile was confident.

"You will win, Lenka. I watch your djinn, so don't worry about them. The armor you found in the space fits you."

She chuckled and ruffled his hair while Toto patted her shoulder.

"He's right, the match will be child's play for you. It's good that you had your own armor because Toto was unsure if her spare would fit you."

Lenka sighed and looked down. She was unable to see her feet after conquering Orias's dungeon and she had the feeling that she was almost certainly an F-cup now. Damn the good food they had in this world. Buying bras that would fit was going to be hell. She looked like a Valkyrie with her blond hair and gray eyes and the spiky sandals.

Shambal cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.

"The match will be a battle of ten gladiators, a melee. You are the only woman, but every fighting style is allowed, not only sword-fighting. There will be trident users, some who use daggers, spears and so on, so your combination of sword and shield is the best for beginners."

"I swear, if I don't get out there alive I will haunt you to. Your. Death."

The old gladiator laughed, patted her back then nodded at Miran.

"Toto will bring you to the prep room under the arena while we'll go and take our seats, right, young one?"

"Yes, Grandpa Shambal," Miran said – he had gotten the permission to call the master Grandpa – then gave Lenka a quick hug so that she could touch her metal vessels a last time before the fight.

Grind them to dust, Lenka! They are nothing compared to the things we've defeated until now.

… if your sword is broken, use a spear.

You have the best training one could have, Lenka, you will surely win.

Eligos expects a huge celebration, the djinn chirped causing her to smile. Those guys might be an odd group, but they were her djinn.

Thanks, guys. I plan on not dying and coming back almost unscathed.

One last squeeze for Miran and she followed Toto to the gate through which the gladiators entered the arena, then a stone staircase down trough a underground dungeon. Dungeon. Lenka chuckled at the thought and shook her head as the other gave her a puzzled look.

"It's nothing."

They passed a hall then entered a round chamber in which other gladiators were waiting. They seemed to recognize Toto, waved or nodded in her direction as the two women walked across the room to another staircase, this time the one leading upwards.

"This way leads to the arena. If you won your fight you go back through the gate and down here. We'll come to pick you up."

The traveler nodded; her body was shaking in excitement and anticipation. She was so nervous that the nausea she felt was as worse as her sea-sickness. Toto recognized this feeling and patted her shoulder.

"Don't worry, both Toto and Master are sure that you'll win. Just fight the way you're always fighting."

"I'm always using djinn equip, except when sparring with others," Lenka said with muffled voice then tried to breathe slowly to calm herself. The noise the spectators were making grew louder with every step closer to the gate to the arena where Toto stopped to pat her a last time.

"Toto will go now. They will open the gate to let you out soon. I wish you well."

"Yeah. Bye."

Her heart was beating so fast and loud that she was almost unable to hear her friend's footsteps; the cheering did the rest. Lenka glanced through the iron bars outside: the coliseum was near being full, a huge part of the city's population had come to watch the fight. She wrapped her arms around herself to draw comfort from her djinn then sighed at her idiocy. The metal vessels were with Miran. She had to win this fight on her own. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. A fight in which she could use her own power, own abilities to the fullest, not borrowing others to win. Might be a very interesting one as well as dangerous, but wasn't everything she had done until now dangerous? She wasn't exactly on enemy territory but not on a friend's either. Everything was a battle, no, rather a game, and she had to win the game to fulfill her oath given to Solomon. Which way was not important, the only thing that mattered was that she won without falling into depravity or dying. Simple, and yet so incredibly difficult.

As the gate opened Lenka's conscience was calm, her steps confident. This was just another step to her to fulfill her goal. The crowd was cheering while the announcer screamed something and the second entrance to the arena opened. Her enemies were stepping out the shadows and Lenka drew her lent sword. The tip was drawing small circles in the air, her hand was shaking in... excitement? Blood-lust? Anticipation? Certainly not fear. Probably all three of them. She stared at the men on the other side of the arena who were standing in a group together, searching for the weakest, the prey, first with her normal vision, then looked at their Rukh.

A grin appeared on her face. So was that? A conspiracy? They were working together to after hearing that she was a female? Had they had gang-bang parties in ancient Rome as well? Failure was out of the question. She would defeat them all, knock them out the fastest and least painful way.

"Start!"

Miran gripped the metal vessels tighter as he saw Lenka charging the group. It took her only a few steps to cross the arena, her speed was incredible. It was unbelievable that she had not at least a bit of fanalis blood in her, she was too fast and too strong. Her first slash cut through the wooden part of a trident one was holding before she jumped ten meters back to attack a second man. Her enemies tried to encircle her but Lenka jumped up, high enough to land on the tip of the spear of one of the statues that were decorating the sandy ground. The grin on her face was feral.

"Hooh, she's quite nimble," Shambal said with a nod as the blonde seemed to disappear for a second then re-appeared behind one of the male gladiators who screamed in pain and fell down; she had cut the tendons in his knees. The crowd ooh-ed and cheered, then demanded death for the injured gladiator. Miran felt simply disgusted by this people. Yes, they were appreciating a good fight, but pointless killing was something else.

"The first one is down!" Toto said. "She is good."

The small fanalis continued to watch how his guardian took down a second gladiator by hitting the back of his head with the hilt of her sword. Yes, Lenka was good, but somehow she seemed a bit off her normal fighting style.

Blood spluttered as she cut the next gladiators arms four, six, eight times, too fast for him to see the slashes. He fell on his knees, grunting in pain and surprise. Four, six slashes to his legs and he was unable to walk away. Three down, six more to go. Lenka was ecstatic. This was fun! So much fun! Her life was on the line, she was constantly balancing on the edge of getting hurt and dodging the attacks. Speed, speed, talent and power, that was the magic formula that held her alive.

The rush stopped as her blade shattered at the shield of one of her enemies. The crowd groaned and screamed as if they were a living animal. Lenka jumped back with a low hiss and looked at the broken hilt in confusion. Seemed like she was unable to do sword-fighting unless she used the unbreakable katana, Eligos's metal vessel, but now she had no weapon!

Calm down and analyze the situation, she told herself while continuing to watch the gladiators. Even Alibaba managed to fight a black djinn with a broken sword, if he could do that she would survive as well. She had made a grave mistake, she rushed into the fight again. That was what Sharrkan had told her again and again... Suddenly she remembered the man's household vessel, the lightning whip and a second later Orias weapon. If she could do something similar with her magoi...

Lenka concentrated on the piece of metal in her hand, imagined how the magic power would flow out of her, form the sword anew and grow into a long whip.

"Nice, my version a circus director" she grinned and snapped her new weapon before attacking the idiot that broke her sword. A sharp, overwhelming pain in her right arm caused her to drop the weapon, blood streamed down her hand. A gladiator had thrown his dagger with almost surgical precision and hit her forearm, cut the tendon and pierced the limb. She screamed, grabbed the slippery hilt and instantly pulled the weapon out, black dots danced through her field of vision.

Don't pass out, don't pass out, no matter how much it hurts, don't pass out. Oh, that hurt like a bitch.

Her stomach revolted when she dropped the knife in the sand, the almost white ground turned red, the noise blurred as her heartbeat grew louder, chirping replaced cheering. The hole in her arm stopped bleeding as the Rukh answered her subconscious wish to numb the pain and fed her a bit of energy. Lenka inhaled deeply then screamed, her anger, pain and revived blood-thirst a challenge to the remaining gladiators.

"You fucktards are so bloody dead," she growled while the floor was cracking under her soles as she bent her knees and changed the foot carrying her weight to gather her strength for a dash forward. Now they were looking at her in fear and she attacked them without mercy, her kicks and punches strengthened through the power of the Rukh and her magoi. Shields shattered, swords broke like twigs, bones were cracking under her soles, the screams and groans of the gladiators and the cheering of the spectators was a buzzing noise in the back of her head. She concentrated on the flow of the power inside her, around her and reacted with their movements. Magoi, Rukh, Lenka, all of them were one. She was a part of them and they had become a part of her. They would never separate again.

She landed on almost the same spot where she had started her match, her last opponent dropped in the sand like a bag of rice. The crowd was on edge now, standing on their seats, cheering and waving and celebrating her win the way she would never do. Lenka pushed her fist up, nodded to the spectators then left through the gate.

Miran jumped at her as soon as she had entered the round hall under the arena, Toto and Shambal following the boy.

"You did it, Lenka! You won!"

She smiled exhausted and ruffled his hair then started to put on the metal vessels. As soon as she wasn't wearing Gusion she got hit where the metal usually was. Great.

"Orias, my bag please."

Of course, my queen.

That was an interesting fight, dearest.

Eligos knew you would win!

… well done.

Shambal helped her to treat the wound. The Rukh had stopped the bleeding and probably sped up the healing a bit yet the hole in her arm was very unsightly. The Yambala patted her shoulder.

"Missy, you have graduated my school with this fight. I can't teach you."

Lenka blinked surprised.

"Pardon me? I haven't even started attending the lessons, haven't I?"

He scratched his white beard and smiled.

"Well, no, but your manipulation and usage of your magoi was something I've never seen before. You have the basics and the finishing done as well as developed your own style. I'm proud to know you, Lenka."

"Err, thank you? Very much?"

Miran hugged her again.

"That's great!"

She wasn't really sure if that was so great. She had hoped to kill some time with the training before going to Kou, but now? Waste of time? No, she had to talk with Scheherazade and give her the letter Sinbad had entrusted her with. And the thing she had found in the dungeon Eligos.

"Toto will continue to spar with you, if you have the time."

Lenka smiled at the other woman. No, she would stay in Reim for the time being.

"Thanks, Toto. Is there a room where I can change my clothes? I don't want to go outside in a bloodstained armour."

Toto led her to a door further down in the hall then returned while Lenka opened the hole in space and changed into the clothes she liked most, the blue short top and the gray pants plus the flying scarf and vest. Best combination ever. With the soft hum of her metal vessels on her body she touched the handle to leave when someone knocked. She frowned and opened.

"Toto? Oh,... sorry."

"Can I have a word with you?" asked Muu Alexius.

A cliffhanger! Haven't done that in ages... sorry... Yeah anyway, I got a request about the disaster twins reference in the last chapter and I wrote a little omake from Alma Toran. As always, everything I made up belongs to me, the bigger part to the rightful author Ohtaka-sensei. You surely know which is which ;) Enjoy!

One disaster is never enough.

Volcanic eruptions. Flooding. Earthquakes. Firestorms. Droughts. Hailstorms. Blizzards. All of those were disasters that ended lives. So why had the added twins to the list? Or, to be precise, being born as younger twin? Shouldn't they think that it was a blessing to the clan, a sign that it would prosper and grow strong? Apparently not.

Orias was sure that this belief was the only thing that brought the different clans of his mother and father together as they, their leaders, fell in love with each other. His mother's tribe, Chaarezhi, were one of the nomadic hunting races out in the big plains while his father's, the Virkrall, were a culture that invented a lot of things, a way to measure time by watching the sun and the lunar cycle, a way to harvest more efficiently – in short, the two tribes had no similarities, except that all had two arms and two legs, two eyes, a nose and only one mouth, lips and hair, five fingers and were mammals. If he thought longer about this he would find a lot more that was similar, but the differences...

Chaarezhi had slanted eyes that looked a bit lupine, long claws and sharp teeth with six canines to catch their prey out in the grasslands, bushy hair and a natural striped pattern in it. Their skin was darkish brown to toffee, their irises yellow or orange and the males were sometimes twice as big as the females which were easily reaching seven foot. Still they had the authority inside the clan and chose their mates for themselves, whereas Vikrall were smaller, possessed long, curved horns like the Minotaurs but smaller in rich browns or black, often decorated with bells, ribbons or chains, light hair and a lithe frame, perfect for studying all kinds of stuff, arithmetic, geometric, whatever way it was, as long as you could make it so complicated that only the hermit tribe could understand what was written on the scrolls.

Unluckily the tribes had to share the grasslands as the Chaarezhi often moved through Vikrall territory.

So the equation that explained the following disaster was warrior princess from the Chareezhi plus Vikrall lord times sexual tension during mating season equals the princess getting pregnant. A disaster for the elders of both races, but they soon agreed that a chimera, as they said, would craft a bond that should unite the two tribes. Too bad the princess gave birth to two boys. Disaster times never ending disaster. That was what they thought of him.

The hour he was born a lightning bolt struck the earth and caused the grassland to catch fire. When he was five another race attacked the two clans. When he was fifteen the tower was destroyed. Which was good, but the rubble hit the city. But who was to blame? The disaster-causing twins.

Luckily the Vikrall were not as extreme in the termination of the younger twin – he was still referred to as the disasterbringer, chimera, failure, but that was still a better deal than to get a close look at his intestines. And the elders started to cooperate as he took over the clan and Orobas started to lead the Chareezhi and they both received a staff from Solomon. But everything was going so slow, slow, slow.

The cheering of the crowd ripped him out of his thoughts.

"All hail King Solomon!"

"King Solomon!"

Orias saluted together with the other seventy-one staff-wielders as the king stepped onto the balcony, Magi Sheba, Arba and Ugo were beside him, smiling and waving at the people that had gathered to praise Solomon. Orobas grinned wide, his bronze-colored skin was minimally darker than his own and his eyes were golden, not silver like Orias'. Both were small for Chareezhi and giants for the Vikrall as they were muscular but only eight feet tall, their horns had a rich brown color and were adorned with chains in gold and silver. Twins. Mixes. Failures. Disaster.

Orobas was infamous for accidentally destroying thing, like the flowers Zagan had created last Wednesday, or the week before when he burned the scroll Amon and Dantalion were copying from Magi Ugo. Good-looking as he was he had managed to flirt with every female in Focalor's harem, much to the anger of the other tribe leader, hit on Phenex – which led to Orias removing his brother immediately with a lot of excuses and bowing – and there were rumors ghosting around about a triangle with Paimon and Foras, courtesy of Eligos.

Orobas absolutely adored Sheba since he met her first to the point where he wanted to follow her everywhere, do absolutely anything for the Magi only to cause another disaster on his path, especially when he tried to help someone. Orias wanted to smack his brother's head again when he remembered him helping Baal to look for a collar for Valefor. In the end they tried to knit one in pink. Holy God that thing had been awful.

He wanted Zepar to sing for them to see if the rumors were really true and borrowed Cimeies' amp power, which led to the whole palace to fall asleep. And Orias wanted to kill him when Orobas told Dantalion that his younger twin was interested in her, which led to more disaster as the female confused the twins when she saw Orobas flirting with Foras. Since that day he was constantly on the run when he saw her, much to the amusement of the other djinn, especially Eligos. The leader of the Fae tribe was one of the few who thought that this was absolutely and utterly funny and teased him every time she found him hiding in a corner or in the library of the palace.

"This is great, isn't it? Finally we can live peacefully."

His older brother, so joyful and bright where he was reserved and calm. Light based heat magic and power based space magic. Sun and Moon. Two sides of the coin. A symbol of peace between two tribes. And what were those tribes thinking of them? Disasters. Monster. Filthy. Even though they were their leaders. But they were strong, witty and of noble birth, so they were at least tolerated as leaders, even though not liked as much as others, but maybe respected after gaining the trust of King Solomon.

Orias was glad that he could stay with the king, work with his dimensional theory, Magi Ugo and Dantalion, his brother, the friends he had made here to create the better world, a world where he wasn't referred to as one of the disaster-twins. A perfect world. Paradise.

"I hope you're right."

As always, thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, favorited and followed, and now I've got some explaining to do for Nemeria as you pointed out several crucial things *bows to thank you*

Lenka overpowered? Absolutely. Why? I add an extra next time to explain this further, but it was Solomon's doing. And I like her this strong, there will be a time when she needs this power.

Interaction with other characters: she has this Sinbad-ish leader-charisma from her mother plus the good upbringing – which I agree was a bit too much of Mary-Sue – but the mental strains that comes with the pressure to be the best and always perfect more than compensates that. Still there are some with which she has a harder time socializing and after the incidents in chapter 14 Sinbad isn't very fond of her anymore to put it nicely :D

Djinn treating Miran as pet: djinn are strange and they're having a contest who will make him become an household member and to convince Lenka to let him stay with her as she is still hoping to return to London one day. But I think this chapter shows that they are very fond of him ;)

So thanks for filling my hours of writer's block with thinking and the creation of extra chapters! Feel free to contact me when you have more requests or questions!

Yours,

TheMultipleMeExperience