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Chapter I: The Beginning

"Most think time is a river. Flowing swift and sure in one direction, but we have seen the face of time and we can tell you… they are wrong. Time is an ocean in a storm. You may wonder who we are and why we say this. Come sit down, and we shall tell you a tale like none you have ever heard."

Most would be put off by a sudden flash of light. Not at all liking the feeling of being blinded, or the feeling of having their body being twisted and crushed in every possible shape. Zack would be one of those people if he wasn't so worried about why it had happened. In all honesty he really didn't have time to register the pain of it because it happened so quickly.

The sensation lasted for an instant before he hit his head on something hard. He let out a small groan as he rubbed the back of his head in an attempt to alleviate the painful throbbing. His ears were filled with a high pitched whine. The boy writhed on the floor his eyes shut tight. After a few seconds the whine diminished enough that he could make out sounds, the clang of swords, and the sound of men shouting.

"Who is this one?" a gruff voice asked. "A lowly servant boy perhaps?"

Zack cracked a single eye open, giving a slight reveal to its dark green color. What he saw was a group of three men in some strange colored armor, covering their torsos, cloth pants covering their legs.

"Strange clothing for a servant boy." said the one in the middle, his brown eyes narrowing ever so slightly "And I have never seen such a color of hair" Zack idly touched his dark red hair, its length reaching just past his ears. He groaned slightly, pushing himself up only to catch a boot to the gut.

"I never said you could move boy." the man growled, spiting the word boy as if it were an insult. Zack glared at the man defiantly, earning another but harder kick. The red haired boy gagged, crumpling to the floor, holding his stomach as he tried to regain his stolen breath. The man snorted and gestured to the other two,

"Put him in chains, King Sharaman said to gather up all the servants we could find. Servant boy or not, he's a spoil of war. Take him!" Zack snarled rather loudly at the mention of him being some kind of object, rather than a person. The man lashed out with a foot again, moving much faster than its two predecessors. Zack, none too keen about getting kicked a third time rolled away from the armored man, and as quickly as he could pushed himself to his feet. It was however, short lived as the man's armored fist collided with the boy's face, sending him sprawling. Not a second after it was followed by a second, sending the boy into darkness.

"Pathetic." He spat, "Take him."

(Zack P.O.V)

There are some things I knew I could never understand. Quantum physics, the plot to Inception, the reason why people think DC is better than Marvel, and women. However I think that just suddenly being encompassed by a bright light, followed by excruciating pain, only to find myself in what had to be a different time period, given the fact people were using swords, and had on some kind of armor like those you see in movies. Now here I was surrounded by Persian soldiers. Now here I was in the middle of the desert, being carted off to god knows where, and in a cage like I was some animal on display.

I hate Mondays.

I took in my surroundings, noting that the soldiers guarding my cage were staring at me, intrigued by my unusual hair and eye colors, at least by their standards. With a sigh I leaned back up against the shaded bars of my cage, one of the only blessings I had gotten my entire time here, shade. I glanced over my shoulder looking up to the front of the army, there at its head was presumably their leader, his head covered in a dark blue cloth, his face bore a gray-white beard, his armor covered most of his chest and arms, leaving only a few openings to reveal the dark blue tunic underneath. A large scimitar sword clinking lightly at his side as he rode horseback.

The men know him as their king. I knew him as King Sharaman.

How do I know this?

The answer is one of the most simple and complicated you could ever come across. I'd actually seen him what must've been a dozen times. In the game I'd played almost a dozen times. At first I thought I was crazy, I mean who wouldn't when you just suddenly get transported to a warzone, get captured and find yourself looking at a video game character. But the person I saw riding next to him really made me question my sanity. His head, unlike the king's, wasn't covered, allowing me to see the younger man's head of wavy brown hair, a blue tunic covering his chest, the dark brown leather armor covering that. A standard soldier sword at his back. But what really chilled me was what was hanging at his hip, an ornate glowing dagger, its hilt hollow and filled with brightly glowing sand.

He was the Prince of Persia, and what he held in his possession was the Dagger of Time.

It was impossible, impossible in every single meaning of the word. In absolutely no way could it be happening yet here I was, in a cage, covered only by a pair of brown baggy cloth pants, in the middle of the desert, sweating like a dog, seeing people who shouldn't exist. A horn rang through the air, and the king yelled something out that I didn't catch, but it must have been big because all of the soldiers roared in what must have been approval. I looked over the landscape, noticing that there was a startling amount of green. Not a lot mind you, just patches here and there but as my eyes traveled further on, sand gave way to grass and trees began to show. As I looked over the horizon I saw something.

The Sultan's Palace. It was quite a ways away, a 'ways' being something like eight miles out. Which just emphasized how huge the place. I mean even at this distance it was still the most notable thing out here. Then I felt a cold pit rise up in my stomach. We were closing in on Azad. That meant that we were getting closer to the palace, one step closer to the Vizier tricking the Prince into unleashing the sands, killing everyone in the palace, bringing some back as sand monsters. Leaving only Farah, The Vizier, and the Prince alive due to their artifacts of the sands. We were getting closer to my death imminent transformation into a monster. How in the world did I get myself into this mess?

What's up people? This is just an idea I've had bouncing around in my head and was begging to get out.

So I typed it out and gave it a name. Let me know what you think of it.

Reviews are welcome.

On an off note I'll try to update on my other story soon.

Anyway

Next time: Something Terrible Unleashed, Something Great Born