Hello to everyone! I am new at and decided starting to submit this story, chapter by chapter. I was carrying basic plot in my mind for already some months and decided (finally! I am a lazy looney!) to start writing it. I had stories pretty similar before. But I was writing them for myself and suddenly – POOF! Just like from nowhere an idea came: I can fit them all in T2T. Anyway! I hope you will enjoy the fic and please do reviews! I will defend myself, lol, but still will be happy to read all of them.

AngelT

The Dream and The Fate

…come to me… was heard the voice coming like from nowhere. … come… He grunted in his sleep and squeezed pillow in hands. …One can always dream…
"No!!" he screamed and jumped on the bed. Moonlight shyly peeked through the curtains of the royal bedroom.

"Are you all right?" gentle hand touched his forehead like it did every night for already three months.
"Yes… I am fine, Farah… Just that dream... It keeps returning." Whispered Prince feeling exhausted and wasted. From what? A dream. Is that so? His thoughts were interrupted by his wife, who carefully brushed one brown strand out of husband's face.

"Maybe now it is a time to tell me the dream? Maybe I can help…"
The Prince was pondering for a second. For months he hid the truth from Farah. Her answer would be obvious. He'd had to go. But to leave a wife and a little son alone in Babylon… Even thought the time was quiet and there were no wars it would be too dangerous to…

"My Prince?"
"I am sorry. This is not even a dream. Just…" he tried to find a correct word to express what he sees. "Just darkness. And voices that are ridiculously familiar. But I can't understand why."

"What they say?"
"They call me. I need to go somewhere." For a second Prince closed eyes and dug deep into his feelings. The answer was lurking there somewhere. "I need to go…"

… The Island of Time…

"I need to go to the birthplace of The Sands." He finally said. "It calls me. Somebody waits for me there."
Farah sat on a bed and brushed hair backwards, her slim and fragile body was just a shadow in the moonlight. Like a ghost, a vision from the past. Prince shook his head trying to get those gloomy thoughts out of mind.

"You must go, my love. I feel this is something important. And there is a danger in an air."
Prince stood up and went to the big window that gave a perfect view over sleeping Babylon.

"Come with me then. You and Esfandiar. I cannot feel safe knowing you are alone, without me."

… Cheap, Prince…

He looked around somewhat confused. The voice. So familiar… Venomous, like a dinging and always so sarcastic…
"Farah? Did you hear anything? A voice?"

His wife slightly frowned in that cute manner of hers. "No… You act strange."
"I know. And I have to go. Early tomorrow."

Farah smiled "Me and Esfandiar will be there to say you goodbye. But for now…" gentle fingers grabbed his shoulder making muscles roll under the skin in the pleasurable awaiting. "…come here. I will give you my personal good luck wish."

Moon reflected in clear blue eyes. Mild female laugh. Quiet creak of the bed.
"Kakolukia…"

"Daddy, where are you going?" asked little boy with clear blue eyes and long black hair. Esfandiar gathered the best features from his parents. Blue and somewhat sad eyes from father, thick dark hair from his mother. Everything in the boy was promising to be a true warrior once, much like his father. But now he was just a guy that wanted to sleep and was curious where the father goes. Prince stroked his hair.

"I will go to some island. It is three days away from here."
"Can I go with you?"

"No. And you know why? You have to stay here and protect mother against all the beasts she will be scared of."
Farah snorted softly and pulled one eyebrow. "As you wish, my Prince."

Sailor ran down the ramp and bowed in front of the ruler. "My Prince! The weather is fine. A perfect one to sail off."

Prince nodded in agreement and turned to his family again. Some strange feeling lurked inside him. Prince was worried and he could not understand why. He carefully hugged Farah and stroked cheek of his son. "Please be careful. I will try to return soon enough so you won't miss me too long"

…I think I'm going to be sick. Move on!...

Where did he hear this voice?! Where?! All confused Prince stepped on the deck of "Rostam", his personal ship.

… Your journey will not end well. You cannot change your fate, Prince. And you will die…