I hadn't really thought about the old stories in a while. The stories about the prince, the one who supposedly went through mystical adventures. Although I knew that that could never happen, I still wished and wondered.
So naturally, when I found it in the sand, I thought it wasn't real. You know, a figment of my imagination created by my endless wonderings and wishes. Until I willed it to transport me. Back, to the days when the prince of Persia still roamed, and when the world was still bathed in mystery.
Or something like that, anyways.
