The Unbroken Promise {A Magi Fanfiction}

Chapter Three: Those Who Work, And Those Who Slay

After Morgiana's, Rashil's, Mikha's, and Xander's chance encounter, (which Mikha kept preaching as 'fate'), the two brunettes and one dirty blonde agreed to travel with Morgiana.  

"You really will?" Morgiana had asked.

"Yeah, why not?" Rashil said, shrugging. "I've always wanted to see the dark, creepy place."

Mikha bonked her head. "The Dark Continent." 

Xander grinned. "Wherever mistress goes, I go, too!" he had said. 

And with that, they began their journey, Alibaba starting one of his own. 

And so brings us to our present tense; 

A blonde woman with blue eyes yelling: "Step right up and buy! Fresh snow melon, white apricots, and palm! All the things you can't get in this town!", and a woman with dark skin and black hair helping her, Morgiana coming up close behind her, carrying a huge shipment of more produce on her back. 

"You see?" The dark-skinned woman, Sahsa, said. "There she is now!"

The blonde woman laughed. "I'm so glad you joined our caravan! You're amazing, Morgiana!" 

"Thank you," Morgiana replied, monotone. 

"What, and we're doing nothing?" Rashil asked. She had been their salesman, saying things like, "Hey, drunken old man! You can turn this melon into alcohol!" Perhaps not the most dignified way of selling products, but effective. 

Mikha was collecting the payments and unknowingly attracting people with her beauty. 

The blonde laughed again. "I'm sorry, Rashil. You're right, of course. You and your sister are helping like crazy!" 

Mikha smiled at her. "It's no trouble, really." 

"But it's true. Really!" 

Rashil flipped her hair behind her shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get sappy on us!" 

Mikha chuckled. "You're the one who mentioned it."

Xander walked over to Rashil, wrapping his hands around her middle and licking her cheek. "Are you in any need of assistance, mistress?" 

She flicked his forehead. "Xan! You can't just lick me when you're in human form! People are gonna think you're some kind of perv."

"Oh, my! How precious!" a young woman exclaimed. "Is he your fiancée?"

Rashil and Xander cast each other curious glances. "Yeah... Sure, lady," Rashil said, eyebrow raised. 

The woman gushed. "I must hear all the dirty details! So, how many times?" 

"Pardon?" 

The woman put a hand near her mouth, as if thinking that would mute her voice somehow. "You know... How many times have you two done it?" 

Rashil stared at her. "That whole fiancée thing? Yeah, that's called sarcasm. What are you, lady--some kind of whore?" 

Mikha gasped and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Rashil! You shouldn't say that to anyone, let alone a possible customer!" 

The woman looked dumbfounded, but then she began laughing. "You're hilarious!" she snorted. "I'll take as many white apricots as you can shove into a bag!" 

Mikha's jaw dropped. "How?" 

Rashil grinned. "Must be my natural charm." 

"What natural charm?"