Disclaimer: I do not own the Prince of Persia series. Its story, its characters - all belongs to their respective owners. I do however own this story, so keep your paws off, unless I allow you to do otherwise. I hereby also inform you that this story, though starting innocently enough, will grow more mature, graphic and possibly also violent as it goes on (giving that when talking about Farah's story we are talking about destruction of kingdoms, mass murder, sand zombies, slavery and so on). I will give out warnings at the beginning of each chapter. As for this one: it's a prologue... what do you expect? That I slaughter an army right on the first page?
Author's Note: After more than two years in which I hardly wrote anything, Prince of Persia brought back my muse from the dungeon in which she withered. This story will follow Farah, through the Sands of Time, The Two Thrones and the seven years within. Since I couldn't find any reliable data on the age of the character (or their names, in cases like the Prince and the Vizier), I allowed myself tomake up those elements for myself. Feel free to rate and comment. Constructive criticism is wanted.
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Princess of India
I – Prologue
Most people think time is like a river, that flows swift and sure in one direction. But I have seen the face of time and I tell you: they are wrong.
You may wonder who I am and why I say this. Sit down and I will tell you a tale like none that you have ever heard.
Know first that I am Farah, daughter of the mighty Maharajah of India. Our tale, and my story, begins in a night of a full moon, when those led by intuition would wonder, restless from the visions the pale light gave to them.
Let me tell you of this night of waking dreams. Let me tell you of the anger and despair, of the foolishness and pride that tore apart my home, my kingdom, my life.
Let me tell you of the night the skies cried for the fate of the world.
