Okay, my sister -Puma- and my other sister (though not by blood)-Dusk- and one of our friends (also one of my non-blood sisters) and myself just finished playing Prince of Persia: Sands of Time and didn't think it ended right. This is what I think should happen.
Alternate Ending Wolfsong
"What are you doing?" she asked as the brief kiss broke and she pushed back from him. Staring deeply into his green eyes she found it hard to breath.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, putting more distance between them. He stared to the ground, wondering what might happen next. She breathed deeply again, the lines on her face disturbed in thought. She looked back into his handsome face, their eyes locking.
Suddenly, a light flashed before her eyes, and a scene only she could see played out. She, herself, being captured by the man before her, being made a slave. The hourglass had been opened, everything went from bad, to worse. Everyone in the palace was gone. Everyone but her, this man, and another who had deceived everyone, that is. She saw all he had went through. All they had went through. Listened has he constantly talked to himself, and about her no less.
She saw how she had lured him into the golden pool. And how she had stolen that blasted dagger and his sword. Watched as he struggled to find a new one and follow her. The part that disturbed her most, however, was watching herself knocked to hanging onto a ledge with only the dagger to stop her fall. He fought on, trying to reach her. When he did, it was to grab the blade in his unguarded hand. The blood running half the length of the blade. Heard herself say, "Cockalucia," then watched as she released her grip on the knife and...
She wanted the vision to stop, but it wouldn't. She watched in pain as he continued to fight. Watched him crouched next to her lifeless body. The pain and anguish she saw in his face told her wonders. He really did care for her. She watched as he and the vizier argued. Heard him declare he would rather have death than life forever with all of his loved ones gone. She was one of his loved ones. She knew it, cherished it.
The scene continued, showing everything winding backwards. She saw him wake in his camp and run to her. Listened in on the conversation they had held all night. Saw him fighting, brutally blocking to protect himself. Saw the defeat again, and the scene ended just as it had started. The kiss.
She felt his strong hands shake her, watched the fear in his eyes. She snapped out, hearing him calling her name softly. "Farra, what is wrong?"
"Cockalucia," she whispered. His head turned, confused and knowing he had been the only one she had ever told that. "I know everything you said is true. I believe you," she smiled. "I know, also, how you feel. I feel the same way."
He stared into her eyes, searching, hoping what he found there matched her words. He saw pain, confusion, fear and, yes, love. He saw love there. Love that had grown between the two of them. "Farra, I love you," he admitted.
"I love you, my prince." This time it was she who initiated the kiss. This one being deeper, more passionate, and lasting. This love would stand the tests of time.
The End