Hey everybody! This is my first Prince of Persia story so please be kind but honest as well! I expect to hear what you think of my work after reading it. I promise you the chapters will not be this short and will be better-written! Katherine, apart from the name, has no other kind of relation with me and the only thing we got in common is the hair and eyes :P Anyway, I hope you like my idea for the story!

hugs and kisses, kate :)

Chapter 1

"Good day, Katherine!"

Katherine was shaken out of her thoughts by her best friend's voice. She had been reading the magazine about the movies of the week and her eyes had fallen on a very particular one; Prince of Persia: Sands of Time. She loved adventurous movies since she was a very adventurous type of girl herself. Well, that didn't mean she had been in adventures like movie heroes but she would definitely feel the luckiest girl in the world if she ever found herself in one.
Katherine was a very regular girl of the age 21. She was nothing special really; average height, average weight, average brown eyes, average brown hair. At least, that's what she thought. She found it mere luck she had been chosen the prom queen in senior year's prom and that lots of boys whistled approvingly when she passed by. She was very modest and had low self-esteem.

"Hey, Sophie! You're late! Again!" she scolded her friend in a teasing voice. "I know, by now, everything written on this magazine by heart!"

Sophie huffed annoyed but her friend could make out the small smile she fought back. "How many times do I have to tell you that it's not my fault?"

"So what happened this time?" Katherine folded her arms.

"My brother wanted me to give him a ride to his friend's home and I owed him! Of course we argued and now he won't even speak to me!"

Katherine raised an eyebrow and looked her friend in the eyes. She knew she wasn't lying but she had to stop arriving so late. She always had to wait, at least, half an hour for her. Well, she wasn't mad or anything. She understood completely what it is like to have family problems so she never pressured her. She gave a sympathetic look to her friend and threw and arm around her shoulders.

"Whatever, we'd better hurry or we'll miss the movie!" she said and passed her friend her ticket.

Sophie took it with a bored look on her face. "Do we really have to watch a movie? I'd rather we went for shopping…"

"But you wanted to see this, not me! I'm doing you a favour! I'm not a thriller fan and you know it!"

"Awww, Kath, you're so sweet! I know but I changed my mind… After all, you were right… this movie didn't get good critics…" she confessed and turned to look at her friend with puppy eyes.

Katherine faked a growl. "And you made me pay 20 bucks on the tickets! You will buy me a coke and nachos and we're square!"

"Deal! Come on!" she squealed in genuine happiness and dragged Katherine by her sleeve. Katherine laughed at her reaction as she was being dragged to the cinema's coffee shop. Sophie was such a child at times and that only made her more adorable. As she was being dragged, her eyes wandered off on the movies posters on the wall.

"Whoa, wait, Sof! Let me see something."

They stopped dead in their tracks so abruptly they almost ran into an old couple. They mumbled their apologies after being scolded for the sixth time and Katherine stood before the P.o.P. poster examining it curiously.

"What are you doing?" Sophie asked impatiently, tapping her foot. "I have to buy you some nachos, fat girl, remember?"

"Yes, Sof, I'm just looking for the release date of the movie! I really want to see it."

"You really can't be that blind! It's right in your face!" Sophie exclaimed and put her finger on the poster. "20/5/10."

"Thanks, girl, but I can see for myself!"

"Yeah, right!" Sophie snorted. "Oh-My-God! It's Nick Jonas! Do you see him?"

Katherine looked indifferently where her friend was pointing at. "Wow, big deal…" she said rolling her eyes.

"It is a big deal! I'm going to get an autograph. Are you coming?"

"I'd rather not." Katherine said and supported her back against the poster she had been examining moments ago, folding her arms. She watched her friend jogging towards the singer and had to smile at how childish she looked. She was 22, a year older than her and she acted like some school girl. But she loved her for that. As she was looking at her friend she felt like the wall behind her was moving. She felt as if she had been lying on jell-o. Before she had time to stand on her feet, she felt the wall had opened and then she was falling. She had no time to scream or cry. She hit the ground and everything went black.


Prince Dastan of Persia stared at the sleeping form of the Alamutian Princess. She looked so serene and peaceful. She looked even younger and beautiful. Yes, he couldn't deny she was a beauty but nor would he admit it. Especially to her. Princess Tamina was certainly one of the few people that annoyed him with their non-stop talking and insults. She truly was a master at insults; she knew exactly what to say to make him mad. But he would never let her know of the effect she had on him. If she ever learnt how annoying he thinks she is, she would never shut her mouth.

How he wished he could get rid of her. But, damn that stupid dagger of hers that would be his only way of proving to his uncle, Nizam, of his innocence. Hours ago, he discovered the dagger could turn back time and he was certain that dagger was the reason Tus, his brother, attacked the city of Alamut and then killed their father. He wanted to be King and a very powerful one, but Dastan would not let that happen. The only problem was that wherever the dagger goes, the Princess follows it. She had almost killed him for it, only a few hours ago, and since then he knew she would do just about anything to have it back. He had promised to return it to her once he had proven his innocence and she promised not to attempt to kill him again but he couldn't be sure on what extent he should trust her. That's why he stayed awake that night watching her closely. Even though she was sleeping, for him she could be faking it and once he closed his eyes she could kill him or take the dagger and leave.

He spent all night long contemplating on the day's events. Invading Alamut, watching his beloved father's death and being charged with being the murderer by his own brother, Garsiv, watching his best friend's death, Bis… He was betrayed by his own family and he had watched the death of two of his most loved ones, people who loved him. He could remember clearly his father slumping on the marble floor, asking him why he killed him, his blue eyes accusing him and searching for a reason for being betrayed. With those thoughts, the Prince of Persia drifted into dreamless sleep, not noticing the Princess next to him gasp and shift in her sleep.

Katherine woke up feeling sore and dry. Her back and neck were killing her and she felt as if she couldn't move at all. She was awoken by the bright sunlight against her shut eyelids. She felt hot air brushing her face and the sunrays burning on her skin. She rubbed her eyes and blinked a couple of times, accustoming her eyes to the sunlight. She supported herself on her elbows and looked around the area through blurry eyes. All she could see was sand. Wait, there was a horse drinking water in the small lake. Or was it a river? Where was she? She remembered Sophie, the cinema, Nick Jonas, the poster… She sat up and felt dizzy and her head was ready to explode. She grunted and attempted to massage her sore back.

"Where in the blazes am I?" she mumbled. "I am so gonna kill Sophie…"

"Oh, I see I am not the only one on your list of people you want to murder!" a male, unknown voice startled her. "Sorry, Princess, I didn't mean to scare you!" he said again when he saw her jump a little.

She looked around trying to locate the owner of the voice. Who was that man? And why did he call her a princess? Did he really think a girl like her who wears an old pair of black jeans and a T-Shirt that reads 'I Love London' is a princess? Hold on a minute, these aren't my clothes! Actually people of the 21st century do not wear this kind of clothes! She turned her head only to meet the clear, blue eyes of a young man dressed quite peculiarly. He had a rather mischievous and playful smirk on his face. Scared she screamed a little and distanced herself from him while he only laughed again.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked annoyed and afraid at the same time. She eyed him suspiciously and examined him. He was currently sitting on a rock but she could tell he was quite tall and he seemed to be very muscular. He was a bit dirty but judging from his clothes and little jewelry he was of no low rank nor was he a beggar. She had to admit he was quite good looking. He kept staring at her both curious and amused as he took as sip of his flask.

"At your reaction, Princess. You look really scared. If I didn't know how good you are at lying I would think you really are scared of me!" How dares he! She thought arching both brows. He thinks she's faking it and he also tells her she's a liar! Not to mention he claims he knows her! And he dares to laugh at her face. One thing Katherine was known for amongst her schoolmates at high school was because of how hot tempered, impatient and obstinate she was. And this man made her feel both angry and impatient!

"What are you talking about? How can you know me? Who are you anyway?"

The man raised his brows amused and confused, as well, and stood up, confirming her suspicions of him being tall. "Did you just ask me who I am?"

"Are you deaf or just stupid? Or maybe both?" she snapped at him annoyed by his incomprehensible behavior. "Yes that's what I asked."

For a moment, he got serious and searched her eyes for something, she couldn't quite place it. But then his face broke into a smirk again. "You're just messing with me again, aren't you? I don't know what kind of new trick this is but you're not getting the Dagger back until my uncle sees it." He said and walked towards the horse she saw before.

"I am terribly sorry for ruining this delirium of yours but I have no idea what you're talking about." She said and stood up as well, cautiously. The man didn't seem to have any intention of harming her but one can never be too careful. He chuckled again and without saying another word he took his horse by the reins and led it out of the river. "You know, you are very irritating!"

"I know I have been told so. Repeatedly!" he exclaimed in genuine happiness as he saddled the horse. To Katherine it was the most weird and fancy saddle she had ever seen on a horse. She felt pity for the poor animal for having to bear all this extra weight on him.

"Why can't you just answer my questions?" she asked walking towards him now. Now all she felt for the man was pure anger and annoyance. He was the definition of nuisance, that for sure!

"I have no time for your little tricks and games, Princess! There, I answered one." He said, finishing saddling his horse. He walked to a cloth she hadn't noticed she had been sleeping on and grabbed it abruptly, tearing it to pieces. He then walked back to the horse and started wrapping it on the hooves of the poor thing.

"What are you doing?" she asked puzzled.

The man sighed a little before replying. "Garsiv won't be far behind us, and Aksh is the most famous horse in the Persian Empire. I must leave before he gets here."

Katherine understood that the horse's hooves were marked, that was the only logical explanation as to how you can track somebody down in the middle of the dessert. She also realized she was in Persia. However, she had no idea how she got there, what the date was and who the hell was Garsiv. And why was he behaving like a fugitive? Was he a criminal or something? Why was she with him? So many questions that went unanswered for the moment and she needed badly to have them! She saw him mounting on his horse and realized he would leave her alone. Well, she would not let that happen!

"What are you doing? Where are you going?"

"As I said I'm tired of you and your games so I am going alone to Avrat. As for you, Princess Tamina, go back to Alamut and I swear to my father's honor, I shall return the Dagger to you." Dastan said getting annoyed by her strange behavior and her million questions that had been bombarding him since the moment she awoke. He would do anything to get rid of her and he was saying the truth when he said he would return the Dagger to her.

Katherine stopped dead in her tracks before the horse as she proceeded what he had told her. So many unknown words! Avrat, Alamut, what dagger? And why did he just call her…

"What did you call me?" was all she could say. She didn't expect an answer but asked anyway. Maybe she got lucky...

He looked back down at her and he seemed annoyed. "Seriously, you need to stop all these questions that make no bloody sense!" Maybe not...

He talked slowly and in a low voice but the girl could sensed the nuisance and anger behind his words. Apparently this man knew her or someone that looked like her and she could guess she and him did not get along very well. The only solution was to make him see that she was Katherine and not this Princess Tamina. But how could she do that if he wouldn't listen to her or answer her questions? She was confused, mad and annoyed and these feelings must have been written all over her face, for he smirked again and shook his head as he looked away.

"Now step aside, Princess." He demanded not in an ordering, superior voice, much to Katherine's surprise. She threw herself on the horse hoping to stop its rhythmical galloping and she accidentally touched the hilt of a very weird but beautiful dagger. As she touched it, she felt something pinching her fingertips and she had something like a flashback.

"The solution would be to kiss me and then kill me…but I have a better solution."

She saw herself closing the distance between her and that man and she moved to kiss him. Her hand, however, moved to his belt and grabbed that same dagger she had just touched. Watching her hand move to his belt, he gripped her wrist and threw her on the horse. She raised her hand to unsheathe a sword out of the horse's saddle but he was quicker than her and stopped her.

"Go for that sword again and I swear I'll break your arm." He said warningly and he looked more serious than ever.

"Again?" she asked and pulled her hand out of his grip.

"What is this?" he said holding up the dagger.

She looked horrified for some reason at the sight of the weapon. "You've used up all the sand!"

"What?" he asked again but taking a second look at the dagger everything seemed clearer to him. "Releasing the sand turns back time. And only the holder of the dagger is aware of what's happened!" he said fascinated while she looked scared. Scared because one of the greatest secrets had been revealed to a vile Persian, a Prince.

Katherine woke out of her reverie. What she had just seen was probably what had happened the night before, she assumed. And why was I scared for the dagger? I know, now, what it's the secret but how am I connected to it? And why did I call him a Persian Prince? She looked up at him only to see him staring at her in bewilderment.

"Step aside Princess!" he said more imperatively this time. "I must go to my father's funeral and set things right!" He made the horse gallop once again in a faster pace, taking advantage of whatever had distracted her. But of course she would follow him!

"Ahhh!" she yelled. If he thought she was some Princess Tamina she would act like one. Anything to get out of this blasted place and get some answers as well. "So you're going to leave me here, in the middle of nowhere? Noble Prince, abandoning a helpless woman in the wilderness! What does your precious honour have to say about that?"

By his behavior she had assumed that Tamina was someone who tricked and lied to him to get that dagger. She had yet to find out why. Acting like a stuck-up Princess would surely help her get what she wanted and that's what she would do. She would tell him the truth nonetheless but it was up to him to believe her or not. She also understood that his father had been murdered and he was being accused for his death. She would think he really was the murdered, hadn't he want so baldy to go to his funeral and set things right. Her plan and words worked for he turned around with his horse.

"Give me the strength not to kill her.." he mumbled looking to the sky and she only faked a smile at him before climbing on the horse.

As they rode off towards their destination, they both had one thing on their minds;

that was going to be a very long journey…

I know the Nick Jonas part was RIDICULOUS but nothing else crossed my mind when I wrote it! Anyway, I really want to know what you think, should I continue writing it or not? Do you like the idea? Your opinion is highly appreciated! :)