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This night is inspired by this song, Fine on the Outside - Priscilla Ahn, which in the end also has a small appearance.

Well, I don't want to stop you for long and wish you a lot of fun on my second night ^^

I remember my childhood very well.
She was cheerful and yet too strict.
Cheerful, because I have found friends who want me, how and who I was, and of course, if only little, I had time with my parents.
And strict, because I was always asked to be noble and polite.
I just wanted to be a kid, raging through the area, getting a knee up or returning home covered in mud.
But I just couldn't experience it.
I was always the prince of a very well-known kingdom, which was not only the main country of our earth, but all the other galaxies that existed.
So about 12 different galaxies, but I didn't know them all.
And this kingdom was called Alma Torran.
A truly breathtaking realm where people, magicians and other species lived together.
And the ones who made this possible here were my parents and their friends.
My parents always told me how they created this empire about 800 years ago.
At that time there was only one giant of great desert here, before they appeared here and made it a thriving kingdom.
Well, although the former desert seemed abandoned, but was inhabited by other species and a single person.
And this person, I should get to know on my 5th birthday.
This person then asked my parents to rule the kingdom while she remained in the background.
She told me one thing when I asked her about it.
Well, my parents created with the help of their friends what were more of only Jehoahaz and Abraham, and this said person to build this kingdom.
About 700 years ago, the inhabitants, who gradually settled in Alma Torran, asked that this kingdom need a king.
So my family consulted and decided that my father and mother would lead this kingdom into the light until the true king was born.
My father, King David Jehoahaz Abraham, a very smart and loyal man who loved his wife and brothers above all else.
And, of course, me too.
And my mother, Queen Alma, a woman as smart and loyal as her husband.
Only, she was different.
She always spoke of her father, whom I had never seen before.
When I asked her who her father was, she would just say, "You're too young for that, my little Solomon."
I just didn't understand why I was too young for it.
If he is their father, then he is my grandpa, isn't he?
When I was 4, I protested.
I had to know!
I needed to know who this father was!
But my mother was more stubborn and just didn't give me an answer.
So I let it be and befriended other children a few months ago who were a little older than me.

It was such a summer ball that my parents have hosted every year since their throne.
It was almost a birthday for creating this realm and a thank you to a God who protected all 12 galaxies and Rukh that existed in these galaxies.
It was also my first ball.
Well, not quite!
I have been there three times, but I have always been in the arms of my mother or father ... or slept on my parents' throne.
But I was never allowed into the crowd because my parents were afraid that I might be trampled flat.
To this day.
I was also relatively smart and mastered running and dodging quite quickly.
I learned to dodge last winter, when I was on a smooth surface with my father and there we learned my reflexes.

My father pulled me on the ice and said he was going to take care of me.
He went into the squat so I could hold on to his hands before he let himself and me slide onto the ice.
"So, my son! Do we want to try to run alone?" he asked me.
I shook my head.
I was only 3 years old.
Another toddler!
I was also afraid of breaking in.
I clung tightly to my father's hands, looked at my feet, and said, "No! I don't want to!"
But my father just laughed.
He pushed us over the ice again before he went to my eye level.
He gently put his hand on my head.
"You don't need to be afraid. I'm here and make sure you don't hurt you," my father said to me, smiling.
I looked in his turquoise blue eyes.
He had really mad beautiful eyes, and I had about the same eyes as my father.
Only that mine got darker and didn't shine as beautifully as his.
My mother always said that although over the years my eye color is no longer similar to my father's, I get beautiful sapphire-blue eyes and I still technically resembled my father with a hairstyle.
I looked at my feet again and then nodded at him.
My father rose again slightly, still so flat, so that I had his hands, pushed us again something so that we glided over the ice, and then slowly let go of my hands.
I was very nervous when I couldn't stop.
But I knew my dad was next to me and taking care of me.
So I spread my arms to hold myself better, and was always easily stumped by my father when I stopped.
Carefully I slid over the ice on my own until I became too arrogant and wanted to move forward on my own.
But I slipped and landed on my nose.
When I tried to get back on my feet, but kept slipping, All I could hear was my dad laughing and then helping me get on my feet.
I was angry with my father, so I stared at him with a sour and tearful face.
How dare he laugh at me?!
I had hurt myself after all!
"Sorry!" he laughed, pressing his hand against his mouth when a laugh arose.
I continued to stare at him and then looked to the side insulted.
He wanted me to try it on my own, which I did.
He also promised me to take care of me, which he did not do.
Now I had hurt myself and was laughed at by my father.
That was humiliating for me ... even though I didn't know at the time what humiliating it meant.
Noting that I was angry with him, he went back to my eye level and squeezed me.
"I'm really sorry. I didn't want to laugh at you," my father said, brushing me over my back.
I didn't really want to forgive him.
But the little circles on my back calmed me down again, so I squeezed in my father's arms.
When I remember, it was quite foolish of me to have been angry with my father.
He just laughed at me because I trusted myself too much, and therefore fell on my nose ... which was also funny.
In any case, I learned from there how to control and dodge your reflexes when something or someone threatened to bump into you.

In the summer ball, a few months later, I was allowed into the crowd for the first time.
I was as excited as he is.
I never went in with my parents, because otherwise they were only groped by the residents, which they did not want a second time.
Therefore, they stayed a little outside the crowd and talked to other kings from other kingdoms who had joined Alma Torran one.
I ran to the big bazaar, a long table snake full of food and drinks.
There were fewer people and other species.
In the crowd it got a little too tight for me.
I also saw my two uncles talking to others.
"Is that the case? I thought Balbadd would flourish through the protection of Alma Torran," my uncle Abraham said to a resident who was probably from the land of Balbadd.
"No, unfortunately not. Balbadd seems a rather harmonious country for tourists. But if you stay there longer, you see its true facades," the woman said desperately to my uncle.
Jehoahaz and Abraham looked at each other and nodded.
"Don't worry. I am talking to my brother, the king, and we will certainly find a solution," said my uncle Jehoahaz, and then went to my father.
He accidentally bumped into me, smiled at me briefly and then went on.
Noticing that I was aware of the conversation, my other uncle came to me and pulled me up to him.
"Well, who do we have here? May I introduce you to the future king of Alma Torran!" Abraham introduced me, trying to scare away the oppressed mood of the people.
The two adults looked at me in awe and many on their knees.
"My prince. We are delighted to meet you in person," they said, bowing deeply in front of me.
"If you have problems in the distant future, you can count on the prince!" my uncle smiled.
I looked up at him in shock.
How?
What?!
I was supposed to continue here later, where my parents had left off?!
But I didn't want to be a king!
I didn't even know how to settle a dispute between two countries.
And then should I become king of such a powerful country?
Never!
I broke free from my uncle's clutches and ran out into the royal garden.
Here I mostly disappeared when it became too much for me.
I mean, I had no idea about all the political chatter ...
How then?
I was just four years old.
Another child, which wasn't really a child.
Every day I was taught how to behave at the table, what clothes to wear, how to master my magic, and how to defend myself.
What a childhood ...

I sat under a single cherry tree that was in the garden.
I always relaxed by the smell of cherry blossoms falling from the tree, even though there were none at this time of year.
However, cherries that fell from the tree from time to time.
I looked at the cherries lying on the ground and picked up a few.
Although my mother always told me never to pick anything up and eat, I did it anyway and together when there was a sound behind me.
"You're already aware that eating unwashed cherries is unhealthy," a 6-year-old boy told me.
Behind him, a 5-year-old boy with purple hair emerged.
"I can clean them for you if you like," he said, a little shy, swirling around with a small stick as I stared at him and then stretched out my hand, where the cherries were.
Suddenly it got cold and before I saw it, the cherries are frozen, as well as almost my hand.
The boy suddenly became quite apathetic and apologized to me, while the other one just laughed.
"Hihi! You have frozen the cherries! And his hand almost with him on top!" he laughed, and then looked at me as he calmed down.
"Hello! My name is Ithnan and the little one who had frozen your cherries is my little brother Setta!" introduced the 6-year-old, whose name was Ithnan.
The 5-year-old was probably called Setta and should be his little brother?
The two didn't even look like each other, which I said immediately.
"But you don't look like yourself."
"Well? We are not full-blooded brothers. It's just an adopted brother," Ithnan said.
"Oh! Then you are like my father and his brothers!" I said, so the older one nodded with a smile and then looked at me confused.
"Say, what's your name?" he asked.
I looked at them both confused.
You should actually know me, or not?
"My name is Solomon."
"Solomon? Wait! You are THE Solomon?! The Prince of Alma Torran?!" asked Ithnan, jumping up joyfully as I nodded my head.
He took my hand and pulled me, as well as his brother Setta, to another small group of children who had their own little celebration.
When we arrived, they looked at us or me.
I suddenly got nervous when Ithnan introduced me to the group.
"People, may I introduce you to Solomon!" the 6-year-old introduced me to the group.
I literally felt them trembling in front of me.
What should I expect from them?
That they want to welcome me and have me as one of their friends?
No!
I did not hope so, because after all, I was the son of a mighty king and a mighty queen.
So I looked to the ground and expected what I always heard when someone met me.
But nothing came.
No bowing.
No adorations.
Just nothing.
"Are you really Prince Solomon?" a white-haired boy asked me.
I guess he was around 12 years old.
"Because you have to know that it's not funny to use his name," said an orange-haired girl, which seemed like this at the age of 11.
I looked around a little bit.
Around nine children were present here when I included Setta and Ithnan.
They were all so from 5-13 years old.
The youngest is Setta and the oldest is a boy with black hair.
They stared at me, so I just got more nervous.
But I rappelled again, posed and bowed decently before ... as I was taught.
"Yes. My name is truly Prince Solomon Jehoahaz Abraham. It is an honor to meet you."
Silence.
Had I done something wrong?
I did what I was told.
So why didn't they come forward and bow before me?
Then sudden laughter.
I didn't understand why they were laughing, so I dared to look up and saw simple children laughing.
I stared at them and waited politely until they stopped laughing and explained the reason.
Ithnan, still giggling a little, went to me and put his arm around me.
"Oh man, Solomon! Who taught you that?" he asked me.
I looked at him and said that this taught me teachers of behavior, and the group laughed again.
"Oh sweeter! That's the biggest nonsense anyone taught you!" said a blond-haired girl, who was so old at the age of 10, wiping a tear from her cheek.
"Yes! We are children! We don't care about that!" said another boy, who had red hair.
Not too long did the children's group calm down and introduce themselves to me.
"I'm Abril, 10 years old and I'm happy to call you a friend," the blonde-haired girl first introduced herself.
"My name is Falan, 11 years old and just as pleased to meet you." the orange-haired girl winked at me second.
"Yanuyu. 7-years." introduced the girl with purple hair.
She seemed shy, I thought.
"Markkio. 13-year-old. I'm happy to meet the prince personally," the black-haired boy waved to me kindly.
"I'm Mares and that's Sambel! 9- and 8-year-old!" cried the boy with red hair and pulled the other with lavender hair, who shortly afterwards complained that Mares had introduced him himself.
"And I'm Wahid! 12-year-old. Rejoice, Solomon!" the white-haired boy introduced himself, shaking my hand wildly.
I didn't know why, but when I was with them, I felt joy coming up.
I knew these faces and names all too well.
But I just didn't know where.
We chatted into the night and I inadvertently delayed my bedtime.
But I was right.
Because I found out that they had all met in the Magi Academy and thus became friends.
The Magi Academy is a special academy, which was held only here in the palace of Alma Torran.
I have heard that not only magic is taught, but also sword fighting and even what is taught in a normal school.
However, such an application was really difficult, so that only every 10 years another student makes it there.
So that meant that these nine had to be really good.
So I decided!
I wanted to go with them in this academy.
The only problem was somehow confessing to my parents that I wanted to go to an academy.

It took a few months and my 5th birthday was the next morning.
I had persuaded my parents to enroll in this Magi Academy.
I was a bright head and for me all the questions were really far too easy!
Actually disappointing for me ... but it doesn't matter!
I was with my new friends who were even my age ... well, a few.
Of course, however, I had to promise my parents to behave and continue to participate in these stupid behavior lessons.
But what should I do?
I was the Prince of Alma Torran and later reigned this kingdom.
There had to be behave and decency existed.
For me!
I asked my friends to come for my birthday or invited them.
They were all very pleased when I invited them.
After all, one was only allowed to enter for the birthday if one was noble or just a friend of the royal family.
And the latter they were just.
I told my mother that the next day my friends would come to celebrate my birthday with me, which my mother was just looking at me.
"Solomon, darling. Please tell me that your friends are decent," my mother asked me.
I didn't understand why she asked me.
"Why Mom?"
"I know your daddy and I promised you not to do any political affairs tomorrow. But... Tomorrow comes the Emperor of Kou. We invited him to show him that Alma Torran was also a decent kingdom, as well as his country," my mother told me.
I was very disappointed that my parents broke my promise.
But I understood them.
So I looked at her with my usual smile.
"Don't worry, Mommy. My friends are very cultured and decent. Tomorrow you can quietly convince the emperor to join our alliance," I said, then embraced by my mother.
If I had known that this was not true, I would have warned my friends beforehand that a certain emperor would show up on my birthday.
And so came the day when everything went down the brook.
I don't remember exactly what happened.
But what I know was that this was my worst birthday ever.
He just started happy.
The servants wished me the best day, which they actually did on any other day, and prepared me my favorite breakfast, as well as every day.
Only this time I was much happier.
Because I had friends who came to visit me.
I walked around my room all the time waiting for someone to come and take me to my friends.
I was in my room for almost two hours until a servant finally came to me.
"Birthday child, your visitors have just arrived," Arba said as she looked through my door.
I smiled at her and ran past her.
For a brief moment, I forgot my behavior until Arba pointed it out to me.
When I stood at the door, where a few nobles, the Emperor of Kou and most of my friends were waiting for me, I took a deep breath and exhaled.
Then I opened the door and entered the large hall.
I would have preferred to have run to my friends, who wave to me.
However, my parents first asked me to have me with them.
I should get to know the emperor, because he would come into contact with me later.
So I went to them and introduced myself to the emperor with respect.
"So, so. So this is the future king of Alma Torran. You should still be working on his behavior, majesties," he said, and I felt his strict gaze over me.
What had I done wrong?
I introduced myself in a friendly and respectful way!
What else did this emperor want?
"Of course, my emperor. We are sorry that we did not instill him in the behavior strictly enough," my father said.
I heard that he was afraid of this emperor.
This man was probably a very strong man, with whom one could feel the cold shower over his back, just because of his gaze.
"Yes. Look at my sons. They are very decent, however, and always keep their eyes on it."
I lifted my head and looked over to his sons.
They didn't look much older like my friends.
However, they were on a very different side from me.
I finally wanted to go to my friends.
But my parents always held me.
If they had just let me go, this disaster would never have happened.
As I said, I didn't know exactly what was happening.
All I knew was that the emperor was outraged by our country and had left the country as quickly as it could.
Even the nobles were all outraged at my visitors.
I knew my friends were just doing well, but they messed it all up ... which I actually found funny.
Until my father and mother screamed at her and at me.
"What the hell did you do?! Didn't you see that we had a very important visitor here?!" my father quipped.
I had seen him furious far too rarely.
But this time, should have been the last time I saw him so angry.
I just didn't know what was going to happen.
All I knew was that I was trying to defend my friends and I looked at my parents in shock when they told me the following.
"You will never go to this academy again and never meet these people again!"
I was so angry and so sad.
Was their reputation really more important than my happiness?
As my joy?
Apparently already ...
So I just ran away crying, deeper into the palace.
I didn't know how far I ran.
But at some point I arrived at a strange big door that was open a gap.
Without thinking too much about what I was doing, I went into this room and saw a giant large library.
She looked dusty.
But somehow also full of love.
I went deeper because I heard a voice buzzing.
And so I'll just sit in my room, after hours with the moon, and think who knows my name ... Would you cry if I died, would you remember my face? sang a strange voice that sounded soft as a woman and at the same time, a little bit stronger, like a man.
I went to the singing and hid behind a bookshelf when I saw a woman sitting at a table a little further away.
I've never seen them before.
Who was this woman?
Then she started humming again.
She sat in the tailor's seat on such a pillow, holding a book in her left and an apple in her right.
She took a big bite off the apple, chewed something and then started coughing heavily, so she spit out the chewed again.
I was shocked and wanted to bring her water.
But before I could move on to her, I saw my mother running to her.
"Oh! Hello Ilah. What honors me the joy of seeing you here?" asked the woman, with such a meek voice that I have never heard before in my life.
But wait!
Had this woman just named my mother Ilah?!
I thought my mother was Alma.
"Save yourself that hello! Do you know where my son is?" my mother asked, looking nervous, angry and sad.
The woman looked up at her and then leaned back.
"No. Unfortunately, I have no idea where Solomon is, Ilah," the woman said, taking another bite from the apple.
I heard my mother sigh.
"You know you can't eat anything here?"
"I know."
"Why are you eating here?" my mother asked with a slightly stricter tone.
The woman looked up to her again, grinned cheekily and took a bite.
"Because Maybe I was hungry," she said with a full mouth.
I saw my mother get angry with this woman.
But she took a deep breath and walked back towards the door.
"Next time you close your gate again, when you get something to eat," she said last time, before leaving the library and closing the gate behind her.
I then looked over again at the woman, who imitated only a gesture and then spoke to me, which surprised me relatively.
"You can get out! Your mother is no longer there!"
How did she know I was here?
She hadn't seen me ... or is it?
And why did she log on to my mother?
I stepped forward and walked slowly to her.
"Who ... are you?" I asked.
She left the book again when I asked her this question.
"I don't know if that would be good if you knew my name," she said, coughing.
I didn't understand what she meant by that and asked her again to tell me her name.
She giggled and coughed slightly.
"You can see that you are really the son of David and Il-eh, I mean, Alma."
She put a finger at the spot where she last stopped reading and looked at me with a friendly smile.
I immediately froze when I saw her face and this familiar smile.
"If you really want to know who I am, I'll answer you. My name is Alayna."

Well, that was my second night.
I hope you liked it and gave you suspense, harmony and humor. Especially humor ^^

By the way; Unfortunately, I don't have the humor of the actual author of Magi. But, I'm kind of trying to bring that humor in here ^^

Here is the explanation:

Well, for now there is no explanation.
But if you would like to be told something because you didn't understand something, you can ask me privately or in the review, but only once please ^^

I would look forward to detailed and nice criticism. But not too nice.
After all, I want to improve where I might be bad, especially in English ^^

I hope you like it and take it into the spell of imagination ^^
I also hope that you will read the upcoming chapters or nights.
Until then, ^^
In love your MimiTenshi