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Maybe it might not have been a good idea to inflate his ego, rather spoiled as a child from being told to be proud of his status but he’s happy Sheba noticed he was different since everyone in that village he’d been stranded in hadn’t believed him or understood who he was.  

“Yeah!  Watch this!”  He insisted, remembering the commands and pointing his wand, as they soared through the air he was able to draw water out of it, creating a few tiny icicles that floated along side them.  He picked one up to show her close up while the others dropped, beaming with pride.  “I thought water was too boring… no one’s scared of getting splashed so ice is better!”

            Sheba was always the sunlight in the darkest of days, lifting someone up from anything is what she is good at. At least, that was what Ugo, Solomon, and the others told her. Sheba was one of the first magi’s, she understood exactly the kind of role such a position would have. But that world would not be shared in this one. 

“So you’re a magician too?  Well uh.. Guess I’m not exactly one… I’m supposed to be a magi.”  He nodded, leaning into her as they flew since he was hardly a stranger to this means of transportation though they usually rode a carpet.  Obviously she knew some magic otherwise she wouldn’t be able to fly like this but this gave Judar a chance to show off his skills as well.

“I can do magic, I can make ice!” He declared, pulling his wand from inside his robe and waving it as to show her that he had one.  

             “I can tell, the rukh flutter about you differently than most others.” Though right now, his rukh flutters about in wild ebony, in contrast to her own. “A very special and important person you are.” In this world, she was no Queen, the Resistance never existed, Alma Torran disappeared without a trace, all of it only left in her heart. She can feel her husband’s rukh, flutter around her and their unborn child in a form of affection.

“Judar…” He answered after a moment, surprised since he wasn’t used to being picked up.  As long as he could remember, his touch was avoided by everyone except Gyokuen who would give him pats here and there or hold his hand but having never known true parents, he already tried to maintain a mature roll as an important magi.  Somehow Sheba didn’t treat him that way and somehow he actually didn’t mind feeling normal.

“What’s that on your head?”  He pointed to the mark on her forehead, not quite touching it but curious to if it was drawn on or some sort of odd birthmark.  

             “Judar, very strong name.” She smiled down at him, she’ll admit, she wants to take of the age spell on her child. Holding Judar in her arms, his tiny form at her side, arms wrapped around him to keep him close, she really wants to have her little one here too. To Sheba, he was a child, and a child shouldn’t have to bear such a heavy life just yet. He should be happy, have fun, just like normal children did.

He sniffles for a moment, somewhat in awe of her strange appearance but since she seemed to be the only soul around and a kind one, he couldn’t help but be won over by the warm offering and he reaches up for her.

“Your rukh is weird… like mine except all white..” He pointed out, eyes trailing the movements of the butterfly like energy surrounding her vibrantly in a way he’d only seen in himself.  “Mine is too noisy, really loud and unhappy just like the magicians and Gyokuen.  It keeps me up at night, I don’t wanna go back,”

          Sheba didn’t blame him for the hesitance, she was a complete stranger, but these people. But she managed to get him to trust her enough as his tinier arms reached up for her. She had noticed his dark rukh, worry for such a small child should not have such a negative life, does not deserve anything but happiness and joy. Lifting him up into her arms, careful of her own child in her womb, as she placed the boy on her hip.

“I don’t get it though… she said I was special, why would she leave…”  

Maybe he was over-dramatizing it a little bit, having wandered off and was offended no one came looking for him with it now getting dark leaving him sitting here all by himself until a strange woman approached him.  Judar glanced up, surprised to see white rukh instead of black having found him, “Can you help me?  I don’t wanna be by myself anymore,”