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For those who have not yet understood it, this story is written from the point of view of Solomon ^^
Hope you like it!

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

I remember very well how I went on a trip to find my future wife.
I was 15 and with Arba, my servant, Ugo, my advisor, and Abril, Falan, Yanuyu, Markkio, Mares, Sambel, Wahid, Setta and Ithnan, my friends and classmates from the Magi Academy, set off for this journey.
I asked my parents to look for this person, and my friends promised them to take care of me.
"Don't worry, your majesty! We accompany the young gentleman on the journey!" said Arba, pulled Ugo, who actually didn't want to go with us and continued to sit in his library, looked at my parents skeptically at first and then nodded in agreement.
"But take good care of you. You are at least travelling to a desert, so you should drink enough and have food with you," my mother said, nodding with a smile, dressing appropriately for the journey and riding horses.

I held a card in my hand that a friend from the palace had recorded after I got that person on my nerves, and I had to admit that this drawing was really good.
We ran around in the middle of a big desert and got lost, at least for now it seemed like that.
"Young master! Are you sure we are right here?" Arba asked me as I put the card on my head.
"Um ... Yes?" I said, quietly saying that she should no longer call me a young master, and once looked up from the map to check the area.
Not exactly convincing, I had to admit.
Because we were in the middle of nowhere.
Everywhere there was sand, sand and even more sand!
I just felt them staring at me speechless, while some sat on the horses and others pulled them behind them.
I just wasn't a good card reader, so we just got lost.
But I didn't want to give the card to someone else, because this card was entrusted to me by Alayna, my best friend.
So we had to trust in my instincts.
And these were the Rukh that only I could see.
"That's enough! We've been walking around here for a few days! Either we find this place or we return!" Ithnaan quipped, wanting to travel straight out of my hands.
"No, Ithnan! The card was entrusted to me!"
"By whom?! You can't read a map anymore! That person she had entrusted to you wasn't exactly bright!" he said, continuing to try to snatch the card from me.
Okay!
That was enough for me!
He had already made this remark all the way, so I had to pull myself together, not to beat him!
But all the anger I had towards Ithnan exploded in me when he thought that the person probably shouldn't have experienced a human society if they give one to a person like me who can't read cards and was therefore stupid, then I beat him one and we started beating each other.
Beating down the little hill, I showed no mercy towards him, even though he was my friend.
But I just didn't care!
How dare he insult my best friend and my future child in this way?!
He would pay for it, I thought.
However, I also knew that he, like the others, still knew nothing about Alayna.
The only people who knew about her were my parents, my uncles and just me.
And he was actually right with the last remark ...

Alayna lived on earth for more than 100,000 years and tried to rebuild the kingdom of Alma Torran alone.
However, she did not have the basic knowledge of how to create such a thing.
The only thing she knew was omniscient wisdom, at least she told me.
"What is the omniscient wisdom?" I asked her, so that she first held her chin and then looked at me smiling.
"This is a sacred power that can only be used by someone who masters divine abilities, because it is too strong for someone who does not know the basis of magic. But if someone has this magic that has an impure soul, Rukh, he could destroy the whole universe ... As it happened once..." she was saddened.
Although I would like to know what she meant by it, I remained calm and got to trust her by telling me that she was the God over all 12 galaxies, which I didn't want to believe.
But when she showed me something, I had to believe it, even though I never believed in a God.
She knew this, too, because she once told me, "I know, Solomon. You don't believe in God at all, which I don't even think is bad, to be honest. Each person was created to live different faiths, not trust a single one. In addition... I don't want people to believe in me. I want to live normally, just like a person lives."
It sounded sad.
It's as if she's been given that feeling of being a human being, and then she's been taken away.
I didn't know much about her yet.
The only thing I knew was that she was a divine being who had lived for more than 10,000 decades, trusted a single person who now wants to take over her life or the divine place, who created my mother one very, very long ago, so that she was once a goddess, but now no longer ...
They didn't want to explain to me why she wasn't anymore, because I was probably still too young ... but it doesn't matter!
And that she was one of my children a very long time ago and had hoped to become my child again, she confided in me after the fight between her and my parents.
But when I asked her how and who she was then, she looked sadly at the golden floor and then smiled sadly at me.
"I promise you to explain this when you meet a certain person. I think she should know."
That's why my friends and I were on my way to such a tribe where this person lived.

Ithnan and I were still beating each other and still rolled over down this damn hill.
"Ithnan! Solomon! Stop them all immediately!" Wahid said and held Ithnan, together with Setta and Ugo, because he still wanted to finish me off, while I was only held around the waist by Arba, because I still wanted to finish him off.
I wasn't very strong and tall, so I couldn't get rid of Arba's grip.
It was really annoying to be so weak and small ...
"Relax both times! We found the village!" my servant said to me, so I looked up at her and then to the direction in which she was pointing.
A small cloud of dust blocked my view.
But when she disappeared, I saw tents assembled by people, a crystal clear river flowing through the small village, and a large campfire, which was in the center of the village.
Arba got me back on my feet when I whispered that she was here.
I knew they didn't understand who I was looking for.
However, they wanted to accompany me and help me find that person.
What friends I had.
"Here's this girl, what are you looking for, young master?" Arba asked me, so I just nodded and walked down the rest of the hill.
"Yes! Here she must be!" I cried with anticipation and then ran down, followed by my friends, who stared at each other.
I didn't even know this girl.
I didn't even know what she looked like or what her name was.
Alayna remained stubborn like a donkey and just told me that I would feel it if I really saw her.
When we arrived at the village, we already got a glimpse of the residents who looked at us from top to bottom.
I could feel my friends shrugging when she saw the residents.
They looked weird.
They wore ... Sheets as clothes?
White sheets and they carried such a strange sign on the forehead.
I have seen this sign in a book by Alma Torran, which I leave in the library of Alayna.
I once asked them why the people in the pictures wore such signs on their foreheads, and they replied that they were wearing this sign to mark their third eye.
"Third eye? What is that?" I asked her.
"Well, it once had an Alma Torran ... No! Two Alma Torran exists, where all men wore something like this on their foreheads. This was a trademark, and that third eye received the Magoi from God at that time."
"What?! We got your Magoi?!" I asked her in disbelief, so that she just laughed and thought that the first Alma Torran did not create her, but my mother.
"My mother?"
"Yes! Your mother was once a goddess I created. At the time, she was still called Ill Ilah," she said, smiling.
I stared at her and listened to the rest she told.
"But today, as this world runs here in modern times, the people of Alma Torran no longer carry it, except for a single tribe that is hiding."
"Why don't we wear this anymore? And what tribe do you mean?" I asked her.
But she just looked at me smiling, slaps over my head and said That I'm too young to understand.

Now I was 15 years old, a teenager and old enough to get answers.
We went deeper into the village until a few children ran to us and wanted to give us something.
They spoke a strange language that I had never heard before.
I went into the squat to see in her eyes.
They seemed quite friendly to me, so I smiled at them before they were pulled away from me by the adult and I just looked at them confused.
And before we knew each other, men came to us and held us homemade spears.
We raised all our hands up.
They asked us.
The unfortunate thing was that we didn't understand their language.
"I'm sorry. But my friends and I don't understand your language," I said, making a few gestures to explain it to them.
Luckily, I accidentally burst into such a sign language course and then took part because it seemed interesting to me.
But somehow they seemed even more angry with us.
"Solomon? What did you do?" my friends asked me.
Nothing at all!
I had done what I had learned!
Then a few women showed up and said something to the men and then turned to us.
"Sorry. We haven't had any tourists for decades," the woman said to me, helping me get on my feet.
"You can speak our language?!" I said, smiling and nodding.
"Yes. Just like my girlfriends next to me. Our families have been taught this language for years, in case tourists get lost here," she said.
I looked at my friends exhaling with relief.
What luck!
For a hair I thought I couldn't keep Alayna's promise, which I gave her one, and I could never meet this girl.
I was so looking forward to getting to know this person.
"My name, by the way, is Carisca and my two girlfriends are called Alberta and Bhakti." Carisca introduced himself to us, while the other women bowed slightly before us.
We did the same to them and bowed down.
"I am happy to make your acquaintance. My name is Solomon and the ones behind me are my companions," I said, literally feeling a death-worthy look over me, so that I could easily be heard.
They were probably angry with me because I had only called them as companions.
The women in front of us stared at me with their eyes wide open.
"You are THE Solomon?" Carisca asked me cautiously.
I didn't quite understand what she meant.
"Um, I'm a Solomon. More specifically, a prince of Alma Torran," I said, screaming together, as did my friends, when the three women shouted something out of their language and suddenly pulled us into the middle.
I didn't know what was going on, because suddenly half the village stood around us, staring at me with sparkling eyes.
"Um, sorry? But what's going on right now?" I asked the woman with the pink hair.
But instead of explaining to me what was suddenly going on, she pulled me by a huge stone plaque with a strange writing.
I looked at her and then back to Carisca, who explained to me what was on it.
"It says on this board that there was one king who created a strong world, which he called Alma Torran," she said.
I looked at her and then back to the table.
"Yes. My father and mother created Alma Torran," I told her, looking at me and then shaking her head.
"No! You were the one who created the world of Alma Torran!"
World of Alma Torran?
Wait!
I had read this in a book when I was 5 and then I was taken away from Alayna.
Does that mean I created this world then?
But Alayna told me that my mother, the then Ill Ilah, created Alma Torran.
What was true now?
I decided to ask her later when I was back home.
For the first time, I should know more about this tribe.
It turned out that this tribe called itself the Torran Tribes and spoke a language, Torran, which long ago was always of particular interest to the scholars.
I was incredibly excited when they told me about this tribe, which they also noticed and told me that I was the first person in a long time to be interested in them again.
"How do you mean that, Carisca?"
"For almost 100 years, no one came here to teach our culture, believing that we were forgotten," she said, staring at her in confusion.
"(Alayna) told me, however, that they would live in secret ... Did she maybe lied to me?)" I asked myself and then looked back at them.
They were different and strange, but also too familiar to me.
For me!
They had a different language than us, looked different from us, and even behaved differently from us, but they did the same things as we did.
I felt like a child again, which was allowed to learn something new, and saw in the corner of my eyes that my friends found it funny or rather said sweet of me.
We talked to them for a long time, were even idolized by them and got the tasty food they had.
A real feast was prepared for us.
It was so harmonious that I even forgot why I wanted to go here in the first place.
Until I saw in the corner of my eye a 10-year-old girl, what had pink hair and her Rukh, which I knew so well.
So I looked at the direction where I saw her.
But she had already disappeared.
I jumped up and looked into the crowd.
But nowhere did I see a 10-year-old little girl with pink hair.
"Solomon, is everything okay?" my friends asked me when they saw my strenuous face.
Ithnan was the one who brought me back to reality.
I stared at him and my friends before smiling and reassuring them that everything was okay with me.
At least I thought so.
Because that night after that, I got a strange dream of what came from this girl.
I couldn't see her face, but her pink long hair was the only thing I recognized.
Most likely she was around the 22-year-old, wearing such a stunning royal robe and a divine staff that looked something like a sickle.
I saw her fight against a woman who had the same hairstyle and hair color as Arba, my loyal servant, and I couldn't really imagine that she would fight against someone who was wearing the same clothes as herself.

Arba was very fashion-conscious and always forced me to go with her to one of the new clothes shops that had opened in Alma Torran, although I also had to say that she looked great in the clothes.
It was really annoying for me ...

But back to the dream!
I saw this girl fighting with this woman who resembled Arba, with the girl lying bleeding on the floor and this woman tapping into her.
"|Why ...|" asked the pink-coloured girl, the brown-haired woman just grinned and asked her back, why?
"|That should be obvious. Queen ... ...|"

Frightening and sweat-bathed, I was startled and breathed quickly and hard.
Why now all at once?!
I had never dreamed of this girl before!
I remembered running to Alayna when I had a nightmare.

"It was horrible! I saw how everything was destroyed and then ... I saw a child. I didn't see the face, but I felt how sad this child was..." I said and then sat down with her as she calmed me down again.
She looked briefly engrossed in thought before looking at me with an apologetic face.
"Sorry. I didn't want you to have nightmares because of me," she said.
I looked at her confused and asked her what she meant by that.
So she sighed and answered, "Now that you can see the Rukh, which shouldn't be a magician anymore, you can also receive the memories of the Rukh. I told you, as did your parents at the time, that the Rukh souls are of the deceased, right?" she asked me.
I nodded.
"Well, these souls can share their memories with the living who loved them, and it doesn't matter whether they can see them or not. This is what you call dreams or nightmares. For me, these are simple memories. But now that you can see the Rukh, they want to share their memories with you, even if the person you love or have loved is still alive," Alayna told me.
"So I want to apologize to you. You have seen memories of my life at the time, even if it was short. I'm really sorry," she apologized to me.
I understood it, shook my head and smiled at her.
"I'm glad that your Rukh want to show me your life. So I don't have to ask you," I said jokingly, giggling.
She looked at me before she giggled with me.

Agrees!
These are memories of this girl, what I have seen.
That meant she was someone who was probably a friend to me in my previous life.
So I had to find this girl quickly and take her to Alma Torran.
The only question was where she had her tent here.
I couldn't just put up every tent and just lentils, if there was the girl.
I sat up and looked over at my friends, who were still sleeping quietly beside me.
Even Arba, who was lying to the right of me, slept deeply and tightly.
I was still sweat-bathed.
While I was happy to get memories of people who were my friends, I don't want these nightmares that I got from time to time.
And now I didn't have Alayna here to talk about it. She was in the palace of Alma Torran and may have read one of her books, which she wrote herself.
Alayna was something special.
She complained that there were no books about her and her previous life, as well as the time of the people she loved, and therefore wrote something herself.
Although she does not want anyone to know about her.
I had to laugh when my parents told her again not to do this.
But she just didn't listen to my parents and just made grimaces.
But it doesn't matter!
I got up from my sleeping bag and went out to breathe some fresh air.
The sun was already rising slowly and a few Torrans prepared breakfast for the others.
I pulled in the air a lot.
It was amazing!
Because even though we were in the middle of the desert, there were green areas, cereals, etc. everywhere.
I thought it was because of the river that was going through this steppe. But it was because these people could use magic here as they did in Alma Torran.
They controlled the laws of nature of this world so that they could live a normal life.
Really impressive, as I found.
I wave back to a few Torrans who wave to me on a good morning.
They were really friendly, if you forget that of yesterday.
I went to the river to have a drink and wipe the sweat from my forehead that I still had.
When I arrived, I went into the squat and put my hands in the beautiful cold.
I first closed my eyes and then looked into the water, which sparkled slightly in the sunlight.
"I've never seen anything like this before," I muttered to myself, looking beside me when I saw a little 10-year-old girl groaning at me.
I was slags up.
She had the same face and eye shape as Alayna.
I thought it was her before I looked more closely and realized she had red eyes while my friend was blue.
Her hairstyle was also different.
They were long, but not as long as Alaynas.
She also had pink hair, while Alayna had blue hair, and she had thick hair braids on the upper sides of her head that looked like little horns and I stared at in amazement.
Then I stared at the girl who was groaning at me, but I didn't know why?
I asked in sign language what she wanted to say to me before she stared at me and then pointed at my braid lying in the water.
I looked at him and pulled him out apathetic.
I hadn't noticed that the tip of my hair fell into the water, causing the water to get slightly dirty.
I got back to her and apologized for this slip.
But she stared at me furiously, picked up the tub in the laundry, and left.
She was still groaning in Torran, before she stopped and looked at me briefly.
She then shook her head and ran away.
Meanwhile, I was still sitting in place and looking after her.
I saw her going into a tent just outside the trunk.
I wondered why her parents had set up their tent there before I got up again and was called by my friends.
So I went to them, but i didn't let the girl off my head.
At breakfast I saw this girl again, who took a small portion.
However, Carisca, our guide, took the plate from her hand and grabbed her more.
I saw the 10-year-old bludgeoning and shaking her head violently.
Apparently she didn't want to have that much on it.
I giggled at this sweet sight and saw that she was looking at me.
Her head became even redder, so she took her plate and quickly sought the vastness.
"Um, Carisca? Who was the little girl earlier?" I asked her as she sat down with us.
"You mean Sheba?"
I said, "Oh, yes!"
Sheba?
What a nice name and somehow familiar.
"You don't see her often here. She's either in the tent behind or on the hunt to find something to eat," the woman said.
"Why? You certainly have enough food, haven't you?" Alba asked her.
She nodded.
"Yes, actually. But when her parents were kidnapped by slave traders a few years ago, she has been living alone and isolated ever since."
What?!
Slave traders?!
They still exist?!
"Only two came back alive, who were able to free themselves from them. Unfortunately, these were not her parents. They died when they tried to free the children, who eventually came back," she said sadly.
My friends and I looked at her in shock.
"How cruel..." I just heard my friends say.
It was really cruel.
I felt hatred!
I felt anger!
I felt grief.
The poor little one had no one left to hold her in her arms when she was sad.
I kind of felt remorse in me.
While I was scolding around the palace that my life as a prince was boring, there lived a little girl who wanted nothing better than to have parents ... or at least someone who takes them in their arms and holds them.
I looked over to the tent where she disappeared.
I thought about how best to help her.
I just had to help her and make friends with her.
I just had to!
Was it because I saw her memories and just felt comfortable with her?
After all, when I met Ithnan and the others, and especially with Alayna, it was the same.
I ate my breakfast as fast as I could and sat on a small hill where I had her tent in my eye.
My friends asked me what I was doing, so I just told them I wanted to get to know this girl.
They looked at each other confused and thought that I was actually looking for a girl to be here.
"Wait! Does it mean that this girl is what you are looking for?" asked me Ugo.
Without leaving the view from the tent, I just shrugged.
"I don't know. That's why I want to find out ... alone, please," I said.
I just felt them looking at each other again and then nodding.
"But if you need us, you know where we are, buddy," Wahid said, then walked as I nodded.
I know!
I should have accepted their help.
But I thought it would be better if she first befriended me or confided in me first.
So I sat in the sun for hours, conjured up some air so I wouldn't heat up, and continued to stare at Sheba's tent.
Until she came out of the tent and went towards the sun.
I jumped up and followed her unnoticed.
I didn't want to make her feel like I'm stalking her ... what it actually was.
However, I couldn't track her for long, as she had noticed me all the time.
She turned to me and annoyedly asked me something I didn't understand.
Her face turned red.
Maybe because she was angry with me.
"I just want to protect you," I said, smiling, taking her small hand and giving her a kiss.
But then a clapping rang out.
I fell on my four letters.
She had actually given me a baking pipe!
I stared at her in confusion, put my hand on my left cheek and saw her getting reddened.
She screamed and groaned at me.
She beat me, pushed me and lost tears.
I didn't understand what was going on.
I just wanted to protect them and protect them ...
No...
I didn't want to protect them.
I didn't want to meet her.
I just wanted to have it with me because I thought it should be.
I didn't think about her feelings and her fears about strangers.
I saw her running away crying as she let me sit here, so I looked to the ground and thought of only one more.
"Alayna ... I've become too arrogant..."

Well, that was my fourth 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