Me: Hello, Hello, Hello!
Taka: Okay, cut the crap.
Me: You're mean. *pouts* Anyway, I'm playing Rival Swords (again), and I thou—
Taka: no one wants to know what you think.
Me: …okay, no one wants to know what I thought, let's just say I decided to make a fic. Flame if you want to, just know that they will be sacrificed to the Marshmallow God. *insert evil laugh here*
Here are some examples, so that you know who's doin' what:
'Human thinking'
'Sand thinking'
'Yldiz thinking'
"Human talking"
"Sand talking"
Narrator
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sands of Time series and am in no way associated with Ubisoft. I'm just a member of the fandom who feels like screwing around with the characters and has no life. On that note, please enjoy.
Prologue
We all make mistakes. Some are small, some are large. But his mistake, born of innocence, fuelled by pride, was the greatest and most terrible of them all.
They were almost there. A few more minutes, and they would be in Babylon. After all those long weeks of sailing, the Prince trying not to let his impatience show, they were finally going to be able to rest after a big feast in their honor.
The Prince looks down at his amulet.
'All that is yours is rightfully mine!'
'You cannot change your fate.'
Shaking his head to disperse the hauting voices, he looks back up, resisting the urge to fidget until he could glimpse his town.
Some believed that when the Prince journeyed to the Island of Time to escape death that he returned alone. The amulet destroyed, the Dahaka appeased, the Empress dead, the Prince was free at last. But this is not how it happened. The truth is that he chose to save the Empress from her destiny. In doing so he set her free…and doomed us all…
"Prince, of all the possible futures, this one held the most promise that something has changed." Kaileena left her place at the ship's edge and stared walking over to the prince.
"Do not worry Kaileena; no harm will come to you in Babylon." He said, turning to face her. "I promise. Look, we are nearly home."
Just as his words left his lips, the city, at last, came in view.
"No!" The prince stood shocked lokking at the burning remains of Babylon.
Arrows are shot at the small ship and a flaming stone is catapulted. Kaileena and the Prince are thrown into the water as the ship falls apart.
The prince falls into the water and flails disoriented for a moment. Surfacing, he throws his hair back and gasps, holding on to a floating board. "Kaileena?" He sees Kaileena floating, unconscious, on another wrecked piece of the ship.
"Kaileena!" He reaches out for her, but the current is too strong, and the moments he spent underwater, without oxygen, weakened him. He slumps over the wood and passes out.
As the ship lay sinking in the harbor, the Prince found himself in a city quite different from the one he left behind. The normally busy wharves were now decimated. Blood spattered awnings and splintered doorframes were all that waited to greet him. And the people… merchants, beggars, fishermen… were nowhere to be found… others had taken their place.