The Red Wings Of Fate

A/N: Ok, Here is another chapter! I have put up a poll for the main pairing on this story! Masrur is actually winning so far. I am working on a shit load of stories right now so the only one getting updated nearly every two to three days is Old Souls. I will say that I will not abandon any story I can still write on. I deeply dislike it when others do that so I refuse to do so myself. Now I have written new chapters for Old Souls and The Mummy: A Magi Inspired Edition. If you are interested please go check it out.

PS: Quick shout out to both TheMarphasChappers (for reading and helping me with some things I was stuck on) and thanzintay.2000 (for pointing out some things I had missed, don't worry if anything is different from Cannon I will explain why later) for the help with this chapter. They both helped me with some of the ideas on this.

Confrontation and Confusion -

Sinbad staggered back into his seat blindly looking in the direction that the young girl he was rather sure was his child went. The others in the room turned to look at him with wide eyes as he let out a rather vicious curse lose. Draken sighed and walked over to his king, laying a hand on the other man's shoulders noting the slight shaking that he felt through his hand.

"I know." The dragon-like man said as he looked down at the stunned king. "She looks just like her only..." The teal haired man who had talked to the girl nodded still looking worriedly at the door that the girl had gone into.

"Yes she does look quite like the princess does she not?" His amber eyes switched over to the King who was beginning to look quite angry underneath his shock. "Only she had Sinbad's coloring."

Draken nodded once more before stating:

"That's why I was a bit late, When she stepped into the light I was stunned for quite a few moments." He looked down and away. "I thought for a moment that she was Ser…" He was cut off as the man beside him growled making the others in the room jump.

"Don't say her name!" He hissed out from in between clenched teeth. The two men who had not spoken up yet glanced at each other before the smaller one sighed and walked over to the seatheing man.

"Sin," Ja'far stated in a low tone before pausing at the heated look of anger he got in return. "Sin we don't know if she really is…" He trailed off as the headman moved just a little bit while clearing his throat, reminding everyone that they were not alone. The five men turned to look at the older gentleman who paled slightly while his wife squeaked and decided that she should go make herself useful in the kitchen. As she scurried out of the room her husband shifted slightly and spoke up.

"Are you speaking of knowing who Dinarzad's actual parents are? She was left here with a young woman who suffered from a miscarriage by another young woman." He stated as he tried to ignore the stairs drilling into him from all sides.

"Left here?" Sinbad asked in a carefully calm tone that did little to belay that he was pissed. His generals knew him too well though and they all moved the slightest bit away from him.

The Headman nodded before gulping slightly and continuing on with his explanation.

"Yes, I know that many are not aware of what truly transpired and of those who knew I am the only one left." He ran a hand through his thinning brown hair with a sigh. "The only others who knew where the girl's adoptive mother, who has been taken by slavers some years ago and the village healer who has since died. You see one night about ten years ago a heavily pregnant young woman with pale pink hair arrived in this village with another young woman, she had light green hair rather odd colors for hair now that I think of it, who was her handmaiden apparently. The other woman had suffered from a miscarriage only a few days ago and had agreed to take her mistresses child as her own to hide the child's existence. The two never named themselves other than to say that no one was to know of the switch of the children. Hell, no one was to ever know that the noblewoman was pregnant in the first place." He stopped to take a breath never realizing the dawning horrified look on the men's faces. Sinbad was pale and shaken looking while the green dragonish looking man looked like someone had told him that everything he had ever known was a lie.

Ja'far glanced down at his king only to shiver at the dazed look of realization on his face. His King knew exactly what the man was saying. Sliding his eyes to the side he observed Draken and realized that he too knew what was going on.

"Her name was Dallia but sometimes she went by Umeko." Draken rumbled. The headman looked surprised before nodding himself.

"Yes, she called herself Umeko here. Sadly Umeko was not the brightest woman and was taken by some slavers some years ago leaving little Dinarzad to fend for herself. She has become quite the apprentice healer, however." The kind-faced man smiled slightly. "She was always a bit of an odd child, seeming to always be content with her life no matter what happened. Bright-minded however."

Sinbad heard all of what was going on around him as he looked down on a rather gaudy ring on his right-hand middle finger. Clinching his hand slightly he grimaced recalling the princess who the ring and Djinn inside had once belonged to. He had truly only ever loved one woman and now he was finding out that she had borne him a child he had no knowledge about. 'Serendine, why Did you not tell me? I would never have left her here by herself. She would have been safe.' He was pulled out of his thoughts as the ring heated up on his finger. He blinked and saw that the Djinn's circle inscribed on the ring glowed with an inner light.

"She wanted her daughter to be safe, Idiot King. At that time you had not yet created Sindria and where still wandering around while she was engaged to Barbarossa. What do you think he would have done, finding out that his would be queen bore a child of yours? Dinarzad would have been killed before she ever even knew she was alive, to begin with. It was not like she was planned you know, It was your fault to begin with, or do you not remember that one dungeon? The one with the aphrodisiac plants that had pollen that was airborne." Sinbad flinched as Zepar begin to talk to him before blanching as the small Djinn painted that sean into his mind. He had forgotten just where they had all been ten years ago. Yes, Dinarzad would have been killed immediately after her birth. But why had the Djinn never told him before now?

"Serendine made me swear to never breathe a word of the girl's existence though it killed her to leave the child. She also made me erase the memory of her ever being pregnant from her own mind as well as those of her close allies. So It was if the child was never born. She loved her child so very much." The four generals of Sindria who where present froze as a small snarl came from their King as he buried his head in his hands. This was only the second time they had ever seen him like this, the first well it did not bear thinking about.

Ja'far sighed and glanced back at Masrur who was looking at the door the young girl had disappeared into with interest. He could count on the fanalis male to keep an ear on the situation inside and make sure that the girl child would not disappear on them before they could talk to her later. For now, however, he had a King to talk sense into. Sinbad needed his wits about him when he properly met the girl after all.

Healing -

Dinarzad sighed as she took a look at the woman lying on the bed before her. The girl's gold eyes slid down the tall women's strong form stopping when she saw an old scar nearly bisecting the woman's front half. A slim brow raised as she ran through what she knew of anatomy in her mind. The teal haired woman was very lucky to survive that strike. It would have surely killed any other person but she must have been very strong to have lived. Shaking her head slightly the plum haired girl walked closer to the bed stopping by where the woman's upper half was lying almost still except for the small breaths that made her chest rise and fall showing that she still lived. Pushing the grim thought from her mind the ten-year-old gently unwound the bandages from around the lady's side and hissed at the sight that met her eyes.

The gash that begins just under her ribs and ran around her side almost to her back was an angry red with a bad infection. Dinarzad gently prodded at the wound as she watched the women's flushed but otherwise peaceful face. The girl realized that someone must have given her patient a strong sedative and cursed mentally. With an infection, this bad being in that deep of sleep was not a good thing.

Sighing once more Dinarzad cleared her mind and began the procedure that her teacher beat into her. First, after washing her hands, if no one was around to tell her anything about the patient or gave very little, examen the wound or illness thoroughly. The plum haired girl washed her hands and did so mentally marking things that she would need to know as she examined the deep cut. Second, if an open wound, wash with a cleansing paste (one chosen by simple deduction of what the patient needed) thoroughly. Third, if infected make sure to do a thorough clean with the infection medicine. Fourth, If stitches, where needed, do so now. The final one that she could do now was to put a poultice on the laceration that would leach out the infection and wrap it up. As she wrapped the last of the bandages around the woman Dinarzad glanced up to see that the woman was slightly awake and staring at her with a quizzical look on her fine-boned face.

The child gave her a kind smile and took in the slightly clear look in the woman's bright amber eyes. Obviously draining the pus and putting on some of the infection medicine helped already.

"Hello, My name is Dinarzad and I am the apprentice healer of Kawanana. My master is unwell right now, so I am going to be your healer for the duration of your stay here."

The tall woman smiled back at the young girl taking in the fine-boned face and odd coloring with a thoughtful eye. A flash of knowing slid into her eyes as she met the gold ones that looked back at her.

"That's fine dear, My name is Rurumu. Is my husband alright?" The woman's voice was kind and full of caring as she asked after her husband. Dinarzad smiled back down at her before gathering up her things and taking out a few bottles of handmade medicine along with some clean bandages.

"He is just outside, as soon as I go over what I need you to take I will go get him if that's alright." Dinarzad stated as she laced up the top of the bag giving the woman one last once over, making sure that everything was alright. Rurumu's smile widened and she nodded slightly.

"Okay," The plum haired girl stated as she held up two rather large bottles in her small hands. "This one right here in the clear jar is a painkiller, now you can not take too much of it at once. It is one of my strongest ones so please be careful when you take it, you only need a mouthful every seven or so hours." Dinarzad waited until the woman nodded then held up the other jar. "This one in the amber jar is what we call an Antibiotic. It's actually something that has been invented fairly recently, apparently, Kou actually does have something other than an overabundance of soldiers. They made this for people who had infections from open wounds. You only need to take a spoon full of this at every meal. It's rather potent so don't overdo it." setting the jars aside the girl held up a small green earthenware jar and uncapped it to show the paste inside. "This is the paste I used on your cut. It draws out the infection and will help the antibiotic with getting all the infection out."

Dinarzad set down the medicine before taking a long look at the woman who was looking quite a bit more alert now and gave her a hard look that surprised the older woman. She had never seen that look on a child. Usually, it was on a parent or doctor scolding someone for not following their directions.

"Look, to speak truthfully you nearly died. If your cut had been stitched up I would likely have had to undo the stitches then drain out the infected blood and as I am only an apprentice that is not something I could do by myself. It is likely that by the time my mentor was able to see you it would have been too late. I am not saying this to make anyone feel bad, I just need you to know how much I need you to follow my instructions for the medicine. I cannot stress enough that if you don't follow the prescribed course it's likely that you will not recover completely." Burning gold eyes stared down into amber ones that looked greatly surprised. Then Rurumu nodded and smiled up again at the child who did not act like a child.

"I understand, you may want to leave written instructions, however, the boys can be a bit dense." The blue haired woman stated with a grin hidden in her voice. Dinarzad let out a laugh and nodded back.

"Sure, I was planning on it anyway." The girl stated and made quick work of writing out some instructions on a small piece of paper that she pulled out of her satchel along with a stick of charcoal then slapped the finished list to the top of one of the jars. "Now I'll go get your husband so that he can see that you're alright." a quick smile was flashed at the woman one last time before Dinarzad headed out of the room.

Only to walk into a strained silence that made her pause.

'Oh dear,' She thought as everyone turned to look at her. 'Now what happened?'

Finders Keepers -

Sinbad looked up as the door to the guest room opened and the young girl stepped out once more then froze as everyone turned to look at her. His gold eyes slid across her small form once more this time he really took in who he suspected to be his child. She stood at maybe four and a half feet tall with a rather slim build that was already beginning to develop into curves, (He flinched at that realisation, No dirty man was going to touch his child. Not while he still drew breath) Her hair was long, almost the exact same shade as his had been when he was younger he noted, and reached to her knees in a long low tail with fluffy bangs surrounding her fine-boned face. Her eyes are what made him almost look away, sure they were the same color as his but the eyes shape itself was all Serendine and it hurt to look at the girls face and see the woman who he had loved face staring back at him with his coloring. He also absently took in he slightly threadbare clothing that was a little too big for her slim frame.

"I believe we need to talk." The still upset King stated as he finally glanced away to his generals who began to vacate the room taking the headman with them. Only Masrur stayed while Ja'far and Hinahoho went into the guest room. Drakon had just glanced at the girl then at his King before walking off into the kitchen with the headman asking about something to eat.

Sinbad watched in slight amusement as the girl's brow furrowed and she gave him a leary look. A part of him however hurt in a way he had never experienced before as the child looked at him with suspicion. He, however, gave her what was meant to be a reassuring smile, though it fell a bit short, and gestured to a stool not too far from his chair.

"Please Sit," The King stated in a slightly stronger tone as the girl hesitated then walked over with a careful grace. "Now, I do think you need to know some things that have been kept from you."

Then Dinarzad's life fell out from underneath her for the second time in this world and all it took were a few simple words.

"You see, you may be my daughter."

A/N: And that's it! Sorry for the long wait, I have been working on some other stories. If you like Fate/Grand Order and Harry Potter be sure to check out my new crossover! Don't forget to vote for the pairing I will be taking it down in about a week so please vote soon. Thank you for reading and I hope you have liked this chapter! Please favorite and review!