Fate [Magi Fanfic] {On Hold}

Prologue

Prologue ~ Just Who Does She Think She Is?

Cassim smiled and told his friend to go.

The motherless, golden-haired child gaped in shock, questioning the friend - the friend he'd known forever! Why wasn't he telling him to stay?

Young Alibaba stared up at the purple-haired orphan.  "C-Cassim!"

Cassim ignored him, striding to the door. He turned around before he came to the frame. "Bye, Alibaba."

His bare feet left no mark upon the dry, dirty outside floor, leaving his brother-like friend alone. He sighed, looking back. "Oh well," he told himself.

He walked away from the house he spent many years in. Where the woman, kinder than the rest of the people in The Slums, who offered her home to him, grew ill and ceased to exist.

He had barely walked three more steps before a fierce girl about a year or two younger than him with dark hair in a bob and a small ponytail on the right longer than the rest of it jumped in front of him. Her expression was blank, yet an air of annoyance oozed from her.

In a few moments, Cassim recognised her. "Oh, you're that girl who stalks Alibaba." She always seemed more mature than the rest of the children, and was often alone. There was a rumour she somehow managed to sneak off to the Kou Empire and meet with the Priest. Apparently she has to sleep outside.

"Hm, so that's what they call me now," she replied. Guess she didn't really take that personally. "Anyway. Tell me," the stalker-girl glared at me. "Why," well I guess she wasn't actually glaring, she just has this piercing gaze about her. Pretty intimidating- "... did do that to a friend?" Stalker-girl narrowed her eyes. "It's obvious he wanted you to tell him to stay. What kind of cold-hearted friend are you?"

I looked at her with a 'huh?' expression. She had a pained look on her face. For a split second I swore my view shook and became distorted. "So you're completely and utterly happy with your friend you've known for years, whose mother helped you, who looks up to you, who-"

Cassim's face became set. "Yes. I am."

She paused, her mouth agape. After a moment her breath escaping in an "ugh". Turning from me, she went off in a different direction, muttering under her breath.

"I guess it's fate."

***

The next day, they arrived again. Alibaba didn't know what to think of it - The Slums was his home; what would his father, no, the King, think of him?; what would he do there?; would Cassim miss him?; would he miss Cassim?; will he ever see Cassim again?

When the time came, Alibaba looked back at his childhood friend. He felt as though he should have apologised for the fight he had started with Cassim a few minutes after he'd told the new prince to go.

In the years to come, Alibaba learned many things - swordsmanship, reading - many things, even reading about the adventures of the first man to capture those weird buildings that had started appearing when he was five.

In the years to come, Fate... discovered things many people hadn't before. It was a mystery. It was suspicious. In fact, everything Fate did was suspicious, according to most. Though, the people who met her would ask them what was so suspicious about her.