Chain of Events (Magi!Solomon & Sheba)

XI: Our Conclusion to A New Start II

Yo, turns out I have to split it into two parts ·^·, Oh well, enjoy the continuation.

Sheba's P.O.V.

So, I'm about to live in a tribe, in the mountains...

Ehh, I've had worse.

"So, are you sure this won't end badly?"

I said to Momo, who in turn patted my head lazily.

It felt more like he was trying to take my head off.

"Relax, I already have backup in case of.... certain mishaps."

I rolled my eyes at the sadistic intent seeping out of him.

"Alright, don't go all 'Hitman' on me."

He grinned and his eyes softened,"Sheba?"

"Hmmm?"

"Be safe."

"I will be."

"And Sheba?"

"Yes Momo?"

"Try not to be so overprotective."

I, again rolled my eyes at his remark.

Honestly, I'm not THAT overprotective.

(A/N: You're already attached to your son who ISN'T even born yet)

Urusai, author-san. It's maternal love.

(A/N: Uhuh, sure it is. And Hakuryuu wasn't rejected by Morgiana---oops... spoilers)

You idiot, half of the new Magi fans hate you now.

(A/N: Meh, tomato, tomato. Stop breaking the fourth wall already. *throws book*)

*Bonk* "Ow! Hey watch it you stupid weeb!----Is this an Icha Icha book?"

Momo looked at me queerly,"Who are you talking to?"

I laughed nervously,"Just an absolutely, crazy, stupid no one."

'Stupid author.' I thought.

(A/N: Just for that, you get a shitton of drama in the next chapters)

Anyway, we travelled for a bit...

And by a bit, about a week, tops.

We couldn't risk going into public by using boats or airplanes, so we went by car.

We finally arrived there, and I was relieved too.

My butt was falling asleep.

We were in a grassy field, just between the mountains.

A valley, huh?

So, we saw a cloaked black figure, quite tall, in front of us.

The person spoke,"Who are you? And what are you doing in the territory of the Kouga Tribe?"

It was quite low, and male-sounding, so I assumed it was a male. Thankfully, the language they used was Nippon, so we were understanding him well.

I took a deep breath and said,"My name is Sheba. Please allow me to speak with your leader."

The male took off his cloak and I saw a man with a strange hairdo and brown hair, he looked young.

Younger than I thought he would be with such a baritone voice.

Momo stepped forward, pushing me behind him.

"I am Momo of the Manticore tribe,' He lifted his sleeve in order for a familiar and beautiful marking to be seen.