#twistedblacksun

The world was changing. 

That wasn’t something extreamly new and Jibril was a painfully aware that she was an example of how little things stayed the same through the centuries. For what she expirienced, she could tell though that there were now times that for sure would shatter the very basic of the world. But thinking about it wasn’t helpfull and right now she had to think of the way to get to the nearest city, the travel trough the borders of the desert being somehow tiring, even if she managed to keep herself hydrated and well-rested.

Right now it was one of those times and all she wished to do, while walking down with the pitcher filled with the water from the oasis’s lake, hoping to get some nice dinner with the fruits (maybe not so fresh after the journey, but still eatable) and the good evening with the new books, she just needed to reach her tent. The problem was that it was already occupied by a man she never saw before, sleeping (or she was hoping that it was sleep. If he would stop moving, that means she would have to burry him) in her place. Slowly reaching out, she left the things she was holding on the ground, carefully lifting her cane and poking him few times. 

ILY <3

      “... I never woulda guessed someone so flamboyant and rude would be someone important. Guess it’s true what they say, people come in all types.”

      Not that he was much one to talk. Having BARELY survived the incident in BALBADD all those years ago, he’d finally come to really recover from it. However, he’d heard from his adopted “BROTHER” about the M a g i who had taken control of him back then. . .

      Back when he’d become a “BLACK ‘ DJINN” . . .

u sigh a lot and generally tend 2 disapprove of my life. it’s rood af

Scheherazade was not going to stand for this any longer. She wouldn't. She couldn't. The magi had noticed the Kou empire was gaining power quite rapidly...but for the life of her she couldn't figure out how. When she did find out their secret, she was beyond furious. “How dare you use an innocent child this way!? ” An angry magi was a force of nature not to be trifled with. 

“This is over! This boy is coming with me! You wont use him as a pawn even one day more!” While Al Tharmen had been molding and training Judal to be their perfect magi over the past three to four years, and as such they could control him to a certain extent...there was no way they could control or restrain a magician as strong as Scheherazade. She was usually quite the pacifist, she didnt like fighting; as it was known she didn't like gladiator fights and things of that nature, often refusing to watch. Though her maternal side took over in this instance, she had the strong drive to protect the young child she saw being abused. 

Once she was sure she had successfully terrified every staff and organization member, Scheherazade went to check on the little boy.

Sinbad wrapped an arm around the others shoulder and pulled him in some with a toothy smile, a free hand patting the others chest with that all familiar jingle of metal. 

“How about we run away together? Go on an adventure, leave this place for a while. Go for a break, family time, all that good stuff.”

AINT IN A DOLL BODY NO MORE, MAYBE I SHOULDA MURDERED U WHEN U WERE A SICK PASTY SKIN AND BONES THING LYING ON YUNAN’S TABLE