The surface prospered. Milking the life of the earth for all that it could provide to people. The marriage to bind the shining holy city with the immense Persian Empire had driven the people into this frenzy fueled by the popular matrimony and the wine now being shared between the two diverse peoples. Those closest to the light thrived, their hands reaching to the sun in an unnamed dance; appropriate given the circumstances and the fruit season approaching around the corner. The uproar was beautiful; but the shadow it cast was ugly as the sin that ran rampant underneath the public eye.
The justification for the death of Nizam weighed heavily on the ancient king, Dastan, His son was out amongst the holy city. Normally, Sharaman would have assumed this meant heavy drinking and gallivanting about with glorious irresponsibility. However, something had deeply sobered the mind of the third prince. His large eyes were deeper, incredibly wiser within the course of half a minute. No one knew what had come over him, though Sharaman had his suspicions. No one gained information that shattered the entire morality of their Vizer, the king's brother, without the assistance of the god's above. The maturity Dastan gained was on a biblical scale that the king's successor, Tus, couldn't help but reciprocate. Upon signing off the exotic beauty, Tamina, to his youngest brother for a wife was a mark of a man of higher caliber, one that did not go unnoticed by the old man. Perhaps he'd misjudged the prince, and it might not be too soon for such a stature to take the throne. A smile placed itself on weathered lips. A broad hand reached to the sturdy chin that supported emperor's aquiline visage, stroking the tones of the silver colored beard. The haunting thought of his adopted sun impaling his brother. Fallen from grace as Nizam was, the fact was, his kin had killed another member of his blood. The sun had set the world on fire, as it dipped over in the horizon, and soon, he found himself faded out in darkness. It was time for the next movement in this concerto.
I'm not a master of Prince of Persia, so I'd love to know what you think! This was a short blurb to a great future story of deceit, manipulation, and empires. This part was done in the view of the elderly king, but not for long! Read and review, everything is appreciated, but constructive criticism only, if you please. This story is going to go headfirst into the Hassansins especially the Leader.