Fate (Magi Fanfiction)

Chapter nineteen

Chapter nineteen

         Nishi happily walked up Sindria's palace stairs and opened one of the large doors to the palace itself. She was still in a good mood from spending quality time with Judar, and she was up for sparing with Sharrkan, or anyone who wanted to fight, really.

         As she began entering the building someone roughly grabbed her and dragged her in, quickly closing the door behind her. "What the?" Nishi jumped away from her attacker and drew her sword.

         "Nishi! Nishi, it's me! Hinahoho!"

       "Hinahoho...?" Nishi relaxed as she recognized the larger man. "Wait...you look...younger?" She looked more closely at him. He was shorter and the scar on his face was missing.

         Hinahoho sighed, "A lot happened while you were gone. I'm sorry for grabbing you like that but we can't let anyone see us like this."

         "Like what?" Nishi frowned.

         "Follow me." Hinahoho led Nishi through the palace.

         When they got to a door Nishi realized it was Yamuraiha's workplace, where she messed with magic tools and invented other things. It was were Nishi had made her sword into a sort of magic tool as well. "Why are we here?"

         Hinahoho opened the door, revealing a horrible sight. Inside the room glass bottles and magic items laid broken on the floor, books scattered everywhere, and eight children ran around, all arguing amongst themselves.

       "W-What...happened?!" Nishi entered the room. She looked around at the children in horror. "Sin?!"

         "Nishi! Finally you're here!" A much younger Sinbad ran over to her.

         Nishi was at a loss for words. Sinbad was now the same height as her, and wore clothing much too big for him. "S-Sin! What happened?!?" Nishi began laughing, unsure what else to do.

      "That idiot magician turned us into little kids!" Nishi's eyes widened as a young Sharrkan climbed onto a chair and yelled. Him and Yamuraiha, who was yelling at him from the floor, looked to be roughly eight years old.

         "I didn't mean to! I was experimenting!" Yamuraiha yelled back.

         Nishi looked around some more. Sinbad had to be about fourteen, and she guessed Masrur was too. Pisti couldn't be much older than three or four, while Spartos looked eight. Ja'far looked to be about ten years old, and Nishi frowned as her eyes landed on the last general, Drakon. "D-Drakon?! Is that you?!" She couldn't help but laugh at all the generals and Sinbad's helpless state.

         "Yes...Shut up!" The young man around Sinbad's age snapped. His hair was short and green, with a longer strand on each side, and his eyes were yellow.

         Nishi began laughing more at how rude Drakon was being. They're just like little brats! This is amazing! "H-How'd you guys do this to yourselves?!"

         "This is no laughing matter, Nishi." Sinbad reminded with a serious tone, "I cannot use my metal vessels, meaning Sindria is defenceless."

         Nishi sobered and realized he was right, "You can't?!"

         "None of us have enough magoi anymore..." Yamuraiha climbed onto the chair beside Sharrkan and pushed him off. "I can't even reverse the spell."