《Other Worldly - Magi Fanfiction》Chapter 15 - Nostalgia
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Mahrajan is one of the best parts about living in Sindria. It is also extremely safe so I don't need to be doting over the orphans, and let them do their own thing. I'm turn I got to do my own thing. "You cheated!" a gruff Sailor growled. He raked of alcohol, so I was sure he was drunk.
"I have not cheated in any way shape of form," I informed the man, keeping my calm. "I apologize that through your drunken haze you were unable to read my poker face." I pulled all my wins over to my pile, and started sorting them into neat stacks. I only started with fifty silver coins and I was of one hundred gold coins at this point. I've always been confused about how I was so good at card games. Even in my life on earth I was good, but never found any use for it.
"If you weren't a woman I would be beating your cheating arse into the ground," the drunkard threatened. I glanced around and noticed the other players were just as riled up as he was.
"Why should my sex stop you?" I asked nonchalantly, "If you want to fight let's fight." I stood up abruptly, knocking down my chair. The man took the invitation. He threw a punch at me, a slow straight punch. I easily dodged. I jumped at him, putting him into a head lock until he passed out from the lack of oxygen.
This started a full out brawl, everyone one against me. I won of course. I twisted ankles and wrist. I punched black eyes into existence. I strangled until they lost consciousness. This is a usual things at these festivals. I walked over the cowering bodies to collect my winnings before going to leave the bar. "Drinks are on me," I said, handing over five gold coins, "And keep the rest for any damage I may have caused."
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I tied my bag of winnings around my belt as I walked through the street. I was unsure what to do know. I should probably go meet up with Mei of Kansi and see how they were fairing. Or I could get some food and go dancing, not in that order though." Oneechan!" Aladdin called to me threw a crowd, frantically waving his arms.
"Hey Aladdin," I greeted my brother with a ruffle of his hair, "How are you enjoying the party? Same gose for the two of you." I turned to look at his friends at either side of him. "Oh and Aladdin, I think there's something we need to talk about. Not right now, just soon." Hey nodded din enthusiasm, as if he had been waiting ting to for a long time.
"I'm enjoying the festival," Aladdin declared, "It's amazing to see the kingdom Mr. Sinbad has created." I nodded in agreement, looking all around me. I was one of the first people to move to Sindria, so I had watched this country form all around me.
Alibaba's voice broke me out of my day dream. "I can't believe these people put this all together in less than a day."
"It comes with practice," I laughed, remembering the first few weren't as epic as they have been know to be.
"I like the music," Morg said simply. I smiled and nodded din agreement. It has a beat that just makes you want to get up and dance.
Was it strange that a late twenty something year old woman hanged out with a couple teenagers, cause that's what I did. We all enjoyed the party together, and we somehow made our way to the bade of the castle where the king and his generals were located. I just stood in the background, near the stairs as Sin introduced the generals to the children.
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"Hey," a voice said from beside me, "You're the girl Sin was bickering with earlier." I turned to find Pisti was talking to me.
"Yeah," I said awkwardly, "We're sorta childhood friends. I'm Audria."
"Would Ady happen to be a short name for that," she asked, her eyebrows frowning together. She may look like a child, but somehow she managed to install this sense of fear in me. I anxiously nodded. A devious smile appeared on her face.
Not even ten minutes later I stood where eight once stood, but this time in one of those skanky get ups every other girl was wearing. I self consciously covered my chest, even though I've walked around without a shirt before. "Hey Sin!" the small general yelled at the drunk king. I froze as Sin's gaze was brought onto me. I don't even know how I got into this situation.
In that one instant where our eyes met all the alcohol he had ingested completely disappeared. He showed off any girl around him, and started ushering me out of the view of everyone else. "You okay Sin?" I asked him, just letting him take me away from prying eyes.
"Don't wear that!" he commanded, "Men are beast and will try to do... things to you." I laughed, cause he seemed completely out of character, and his word choices.
"Sin I'm not five, I know what those things are," I told him, stopping him form pushing me farther into the palace. "And for your information Pisti wouldn't leave me alone until I got into the get up."
"Well I should thank her," he whispered to himself. I deadpanned. He was aware I was right next to him. Just wow Sin, wow.
"Oh, other men can't look at me, but you can?" I asked, pointing out his obserdity in his statements.
"Other men don't love you the way I do Audria," he proclaimed, gripping my hand in both of his. "I've never stopped loving you. You seem to be from an entirely different world, I can't find anyone like you." I sighed, knowing this was gonna come.
"Sinbad," I sorta groaned, "You first proclaimed your love to me when we were twelve, that's been over ten years ago. You've traveled around the world. You've captured many dungeons. You've bought and created your own country. You've changed from the twelve year old boy cleaning my wounds at a well. So what makes you think I haven't changed as well?" I hope this made any bit of sense at all. " I still think we can be friends, but our love for each other are for people that no longer exist." I sorta felt like I was ripping out my own heart as I was rejecting him. I skipped my hand out of his and made my way out of the palace and through the festival back to home, where I cried myself to my insomniac sleep.
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