The Unbroken Promise {A Magi Fanfiction}

Chapter Nine: Let's Have A Chat With A Fat Guy

"Then," Sinbad said. "without further ado, Alibaba, you will be heading to the Balbadd palace with me. Once you gain the people's trust, you'll say you're a prince, and have a long discussion with King Abhmad, right? I'm just saying that the time is now." Alibaba's eyes widened. "You've already gained the people's support. They trust you as the leader of the Fog Troupe, and I can vouch for your true identity as Prince. The previous King was an old acquaintance of mine, you see."

Rashil blew a piece of hair out of her face. "As you refuse to NOT mention," she grumbled.

Mikha poked her side. "Don't be rude!"

Sinbad looked at Alibaba. "In fact, you resemble the previous king quite closely. You're unquestionably a prince of Balbadd."

Rashil jumped up once, as if to get his attention. "Ooh! Is it because of the unicorn hair? Does the unicorn hair run in the family? Alibaba, your kids are gonna have unicorn hair!" Everyone, even the bandits, with the exception of Cassim, burst out laughing. She pouted. "Why are you all laughing?"

Xander licked her cheek. "Because you're adorable, Mistress."

She crossed her arms. "I'm not adorable, I'm badass."

Mikha slapped her with her turban. "Bad words! Why would you say that?!"

Rashil pinched her sister in revenge. "Making a point here, sis!"

Everyone was still chuckling and Sinbad was wiping away tears of laughter, trying to be professional. "Isn't that why you carry such a heavy burden, Alibaba? Being a prince, not the fact that you have that particular hair-style."

Alibaba let out one last laugh and cleared his throat, silently telling himself, 'Serious. Be serious' and tried his hardest to narrow his eyes at Sinbad without snorting. Honestly, he pulled it off pretty well.

Sinbad looked at Cassim, who had stood back up. "So, what do you say, Cassim? Since we've finally settled everything, the lives of the people in the slums will be guaranteed. That's what you guys wanted in the first place, wasn't it?"

Cassim looked off to the side. "Do what you want."

Rashil stepped forward, but Mikha grabbed her shoulders. "Come on, Ra! Don't be reckless and stupid, okay?"

Rashil sighed and kicked the wall. "He's just such a broody jerk-wad!"

Alibaba looked at his dread-locked friend. "Cassim."

"Go on then, Alibaba," Aladdin said, standing in front of him. "See? You have a fearless and brave heart. I know you do."

It looked as if Alibaba was glaring at his young friend. As if he didn't believe he was worthy of such praise. He felt that so strongly that he had a bout of self-hatred, only to be brought out in a glare.

In the morning, there were signs placed all around Ballbadd's streets reading; 'Hear ye, those who are grieving for this country should gather today at noon before the palace. We shall meet with King Abhmad before you all, and hold thorough discussions about the future of this country. Signed, Alibaba the Wonder, Leader of the Fog Troupe, Third Prince of the Kingdom of Balbadd, Alibaba Saluja.'

Later that day, at noon, in front of the palace, the people of Balbadd gathered.

Sinbad and Alibaba stood on a balcony. "Who would have thought so many people would show up," Alibaba said.

"I'm not surprised," Mikha said, walking up behind them. "They trust you, Alibaba."

Rashil stood next to her, patting Xander's head while he was in his dog form. "Yeah," the long haired brunette said. "Quite a turn out, Uni."