Magi - Jafar 【1】

Once, you were part of Sinbad's crew, but after the death of your father—the King of Inveria—you had no other choice but to return to your homeland. However, you promised them that you would definitely meet again someday.

The street was bustling with life: people strolled between market stalls, going about their business. In Sindria, life flowed in a calm stream. On the streets of the port, where Sinbad and all eight renowned generals were currently located, they were awaiting someone very important. According to the King of Sindria's words, though he did not specify who exactly. Shifting from foot to foot, a figure approached them, wrapped in a cloak of expensive fabric. Her face was hidden beneath a hood, making it impossible to discern who it was. Moving a little closer, the figure stopped and, slowly touching the hood with her hands, removed it, revealing her face. It was you—a girl with a familiar appearance: golden strands of hair cascaded from your shoulders, as well as captivating violet eyes, full of tenderness and at the same time radiating confidence.

"Ah, here is our guest!" Sinbad began, but his words were interrupted by the once-calm Jafar, his advisor, who suddenly lunged forward and hugged the girl tightly.

"You..."

His voice trembled, but you could clearly feel the fabric of the cloak on your shoulder, where his head rested, becoming damp. Your hands, just like back then, gently embraced him in a warm hug.

"Yes... I'm back, Jafar."