Sinbad X Reader Stories

Something Strange (III)

"My name... Is Spartos."

You shook his hand even though he didn't hold it out for you, "nice to meet you. My name is Y/N."

He blinked for a moment, the name sounded familiar. But he didn't know why he shook if off and shook yours as well.

"Nice to meet you as well."

After having a pleasant conversation with, the waiter had brought the food Spartos had ordered for the two of you.

Your mouth watered at the sight, needless to say, you were starving. You immediately dug in.

Spartos then cut in, asking you a very interesting question. "Why are you in Sindria?" He asked, all of a sudden becoming serious.

You stopped and wiped your mouth, "well, I'm a traveler. I like going around and seeing new things..."

"With no money?"

You rubbed the back of neck sheepishly, "that was kind of an accident... I used it all up on my last trip..."

He rose a brow, "really? Well, does the name Sinbad mean anything to you?" He asked, intertwining his hands together.

You gave him a blank expression, "never heard of him. Who is he?" You asked, tilting your head to the side.

He chuckled, "don't worry about it."

You smiled at him and continued eating, savoring each taste. This was probably the last meal you'd get in a while.

As you finished you bowed to Spartos in thanks, "I hope to repay you someday. Goodbye." You put your hood up and left the building.

Spartos watched as you left, his eyes squinted. His brother spoke of someone with the same name and appearance, maybe that was you.

Although, he wouldn't want to get his king's hopes up. So he would stay quiet.

•~•~•

You looked all around the town and sighed. Your best bet for a good nights sleep was in the forest.

You begrudgingly trudged into the forest and climbed up a tree. You sat on a branch to try and fall asleep.

You sighed, "that guy should've at least been nice enough to give me money..." She said referring to that mysterious voice from the gate.

You pulled your hood further down and began drifting off to sleep. Before you finally fell to sleep, you heard a voice.

Nice to see you again, my queen.

You sat up abruptly and looked around, "who said that?!" You yelled.

Look to your sword, my queen.

"Seriously?! Who's there?! And what queen are you talking about?!" You unsheathed your sword and seeing nothing you decided to look down at your sword.

You almost dropped your sword as you saw an eight-pointed star etched into it. You scratched at it with your finger to see if it would come off. It didn't.

"This is so weird... What is this?" You mumbled.

I'm your metal vessel.

"What the hell is that?" You asked, confused. You heard a sigh.

You don't remember?

"Not at all." You smiled and chuckled. You heard yet another sigh. The Djinn to which she referred to herself as Gaap, the 33rd dungeon.

The more she explained, the more you began to fall asleep. This was like another boring history lesson you had to go through.