AN: Hello~! Can I just thank everyone who has Favourited/followed/reviewed this story and, on the rare occasion, my account! Thank you so much! Ok. I hope this is much longer, I was in fact planning to do this anyways, but I wanted to get the prologue-y chapters up and running first while I worked on this (If it is still too short, I have no problem making it longer for you, just ask!). I did change a few minor things like, really minor, in the previous chapter so it would flow better. ANYWAYS! I HAVE NO BETA SO, PLEASE EXCUSE MY SPELLING/GRAMMAR MISTAKES! If you have any queries or anything, do feel free to ask or review! Sorry for the late update (even though I have yet to set an update date). ONWARDS WITH THE STORY!

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Right. So, apparently, I'm the daughter of Asiyah and Cyrus, the current leaders of the Fanalis clan. That makes perfect sense - not.

I died. I died. Well, that's the only logical explanation I can come up with as to why i was here and not there.

So what, I was one of those 'Otaku's' who got reborn into their god blessed favourite anime where the 'bae' lies? I don't think so. I have never watched any form of anim-lie. I did watch one anime and that was 'Naruto' since the time it still aired on TV (I will admit to of read *cough* fanfiction*cough* based on it~), but the rest of my knowledge came from my younger brother and his twin sister. Alistair and Claire.

Both of them loved anime. I suppose it was their way of dealing with our mothers abandonment. Anyways, Claire had always come to me and told me whenever she found a new anime, it was quite adorable to be honest. I, however, didn't have the time to watch any of them, no matter how much she begged. So, imagine my surprise when I figured out exactly where 'here' was? Yeah, I wasn't exactly thrilled to be in an anime let alone one that centres around magic, called 'Magi'. How did I know it was 'Magi' and not something else? What makes me think I was even in an anime? Tell me, is there any other anime which has people, a whole clan, filled with pink/red hair and matching eyes? oh, and a piercing under their lips? I thought you didn't watch anime? I don't, but I can't always ignore Claire's incessant blabbing of her newest anime find! I mean, what kind of sister would I be?... That's what I thought.

My father, god bless him, worked non-stop as a lawyer. He immersed himself in his work and, to this day, I'm still not sure whether that was because of his wife leaving him or that he was our only financial source, let alone our Dad. Either way, I remembered that at the time I had wanted to do something with my life and, what better way to do it than with something you love? So, I had applied for various Arts universities, silently hoping that I would get accepted by at least one of them.

Honestly? When i actually remembered how I died, I felt like an idiot.

I got burnt. Burnt and buried.

I had come back from college to Alistair using the stove, frantically waving a tea towel that got caught in the small fire. I had rushed to help him extinguish it by chucking it on the floor and hurriedly stomping on it but, it all happened so fast. One minute it was just the towel, next minute it was the whole house.

I had tried to get them both out - and I did - what i didn't count on, was the potential of the house collapsing. I got crushed, quite literally.

I had heard the sirens, the cries of despair from my siblings and strangled gasps from neighbours as they loaded me into the ambulance.

I had heard the blood leaving my body, the squelch of flesh as they tried to perform CPR on me.

How could I see behind my eyelids? How did I know what was happening around me? Didn't my heart stop beating? Didn't my lungs stop taking air? Didn't my brain shut down?

"-She's fading, fas-!"

'...Fading? I'm still alive!'

"-I need 20ml of-!"

'Why can no one hear me?! Just how loud do I have to scream?!'

"-I can't stop the bleedi-!"

'B-Bleeding?! W-What's going on?!'

"-Don't worry about that, just keep her heart beating!"

'MY HEART'S FINE! WHO ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE?!'

"I'm losing her, doc!"

'I-I'm right h-here! Please, someone hear my cries!'

"1, 2, 3, CLEAR!"

'NO!'

I had flatlined.

I had given my all, but lost my everything.

I had left them alone.

I abandoned them.

How was I any better than my mother?

I had awoken to find myself tangled in sheets. I did not appreciate the amount of effort it took to untangle myself. If anybody told you different, slap that lying sucker in the face.

"Oof!"

I -ungracefully might I add- hit the floor.

'At least i'm out of those blasted sheets,' I internally mused.

I looked around the 'room' (if it could even be called that) and tried to stand up.

The 'room' was a tent, and from what i could see, a very big one. It was a pale beige colour with a huge brown wooden pole smack bang in the middle of it to stop it from collapsing on itself. The only other noticeable items in the room, would have to be the chunky desk chucked in the far corner to my left littered with a few papers and sharp looking knife-y things.(Seriously, what is with all of this wood...?)

'Carving tools?' I guessed and left it at that, me not being one to satisfy my curiosity. After all, curiosity killed the cat. (Even though said cat had 9 lives).

Ignoring the curiosity itching to be sated, I looked back to what I was lying on and came face to face with a bunch of thick fur.

Fur.

I flipped my shit.

'WHO THE HELL USES FUR FOR BEDDING ANYMORE?! WHAT AM I, A CAVEMA-WOMAN?!'

I threw my hands up and let out a strangled noise of frustration, not really expecting a crowd for my embarrassing performance.

"Oh! You're awake, Egyptia!" A happy voice exclaimed, scaring the absolute shit out of me from their sudden presence.

I froze, eyes widening as they recognised the figure that lay before my significantly smaller one.

Upon meeting their ecstatic gaze, I visibly blanched.

My previous shock turned into disbelief as my eyes were showed death itself, lips set in a straight line.

"What shit did I land myself in this time?" I deadpanned, looking my father straight in the eyes.

He flinched and stomped his left foot out, bending his knee as he held out a shaking fist.

"O-Oi! Who taught you such crude language, huh?!" He seethed, hair whipping up a storm behind him.

"Mother did," I answered for no reason at all.

His eyes widened, lip trembli-!

'Oi, oi, oi! Were those TEARS?!' I shouted, a strangled gasp escaped my throat as I stared at him.

His hand quickly swiped his left eye as he turned his face to the side.

'Too late. I already saw those tears, you weak-ass,' I thought, dryly.

He generally looked put out at my answer and gulped.

"W-well, n-nothing I can d-do about t-that!" He stuttered, straightening up.

I looked at him worriedly, very hesitant at trusting him. I mean, what the hell?

I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a deep sigh.

"Where am I?" I spoke, opening my eyes to further focus on him.

He looked at a bit flabbergasted.

"Why you're at home Egyptia-chwan~," he sung, arms opening as if he expected me to giggle, take a running jump and leap into his outstretched arms.

I snorted.

"Calm yourself, you old fart," I snarked, internally grinning as he dropped to the ground in despair.

I almost missed his depressing whimpers.

"Asiyah-chan! My own daughter rejec-!"

"Enough of your bullshit, Cyrus," a sharp voice called, instantly snapping the man back into shape.

I stared as the flap of the tent opened and in stepped my new Mother.

She was beautiful. Androgynously so. (Doesn't mean i will be though, pft).

Her eyes, as I remember from before I blacked out, burned a bloody red, matching the fierce emotions that lay deep in them at the time. Her eyes were almond shaped yet, still form the sharp clumped lashes at the corners. She had abnormally high cheekbones that, if we were back in my world, would've easily made her model material, especially with her slightly sullen cheeks. Her lips were lusciously plump, naturally having a love heart top lip and a bottom lip that gently drew away your attention for it was slightly larger than the top, both, peachy in colour yet, they still managed to look rough and untamed, as if her words hurt her. All in all, she oozed independence, strong will and defiance. She was a living, breathing Mary-sue, in my eyes, and this was my Mother. Ok, she wasn't a Mary-sue. How? Her hair, her hair. It was unruly. Curls sprung up from each and every section of her head, exactly like springs would as they bounced whenever she even breathed. If that wasn't bad enough, the colour of it was a deep carmine and just brushed her chin for its length.

She was tall, as in 6'5" tall. With a slender body and wide hips. Over all, she was pear shaped. Hiding her figure, was, just like my Father, a golden chest plate, which fit snug against her (At least she had a tank top kind of top underneath). Her arms were bare, as were her feet and she seemed to have a cream coloured skirt on, just above her knees with raggedy edges, further emphasizing her feral image.

I deadpanned.

'With these two as my parents, I'm scared to even look in the mirror. I must be a beast,' I sulked.

"Egyptia," she stated, intently staring at my bored form.

She held a hand out to me and smiled as she beckoned me.

"Come," she clenched the outstretched hand, the corners of her lips dropping as I didn't move an inch.

"Kekeke!"

'Oh, i almost forgot about this loser,' I mused, turning towards the source of noise.

I took a drastic step back as he leapt to his feet and pointed a finger, rudely might I add, into my 'Mothers' face.

"HA! She favours me! BATHE IN MY ABSOLUTE AMAZINGNES-!"

"DIDN'T I ALREADY TELL YOU TO STOP SPOUTING SUCH SHIT!" She forcefully grabbed him by the ear and dragged him down to her eye level.

Whipping up a ferocious glare, she aimed it at his withering one.

"Really? he looks like a kicked puppy, for lack of better words," I dryly commented, picking my ear.

I don't think I should've uttered a syllable.

They both looked at me, shocked at my commentary.

'What is wrong with them? all I did was- oh, right. Gotta' dumb it down,' I mentally sighed, forgetting that I wasn't the same person, let alone the same age that I was back there.

I met their gazes with my bored one and it was only then that I questioned this body's age.

Ignoring the small 'thud' of her shoving him to the ground, I lifted a hand to my face and started stretching and tugging on my cheek.

"Mother, how old am I?"

As soon as I said that, I cringed.

'Wrong wording, wrong wording, WRONG FRICKIN' WORDING!' I panicked, eyes innocently widening as they looked up at her expectantly.

She frowned as she crouched down on one knee in front of me. her hand came up to rest on my forehead.

"You don't have a temperature," she said, further furrowing her brows in confusion.

I tilted my head at her, deliberately ignoring my fathers looming presence behind her and the stern look plastered back on his face.

'You're fooling nobody Mr. I-cry-whenever-my-daughters-mother-is-mentioned,' I blanched, momentarily losing my composure as I looked at him.

A tap on my cheek brought me out of my thoughts and back onto the person in front of me.

"Yes, Mother?" I asked, eyes blinking as they took in her worrying gaze.

"Your birthday was yesterday, your 3rd birthday to be exact. You asked us to take you outside of the 'village' as your birthday present, remember?" she frowned.

I gaped at her like a fish out of water.

I snapped my jaw shut- ow.

"Ah," I strained, turning my back to them as I held a hand to my chin, losing myself to my thoughts as their voices became background noise.

'I'm three,' I thought, sourly. 'I will not mess up the story-line, even though I don't know who's who, what's what, and when's what.' Each thought made my sour mood deepen as I realised I was knee deep in shit.

If only I gave into Claire's beggi- Claire. Alistair.

I unknowingly let out a sniffle as I heard someone say.

"Egyptia-chan?" They whispered, gently laying a hand upon my shoulder.

I tensed and roughly shook their hand off.

"I promise-" I started hands painfully clenching as I felt a strange wetness spill onto my tiny fingertips. "I will find a way back home. Back where I belong."