Tarek

Ali Baba wore a deep frown as he walked through the streets of Ya Rih, his arms crossed behind his head. " 'You're the youngest so it must fall to you', they say. Why do I have to go fetch back our things myself? They could have sent a servant, right, Morjana?" He turned to the crow beside him who cried out, as if to agree to that statement.

As with the previous day, the streets were teeming with people, it was hard to walk through. " The festival is really famous," he wondered. A child ran before him, a mask of a blue-faced man with a thick beard secured with a string to his head, and swaying a stick around.

" Ya Rih rise up! For the fairest of them all!" He chanted out.

" What a weirdo." The boy shrugged as he continued his way, only for Morjana to get his attention with a cry and land on a roof, her head flicking between him and the alley beneath her.