Second Heartbeat
Chapter 1
I own nothing, Ubisoft owns this game and all of the PoP series, sadly.
I would also like to note that this is my first fan fiction, so a little criticism and notion of what's wrong would be good :)
The blast that Elika's magic made to yet again seal Ahriman was enormous. It threw down The Prince to the ground with great force. Groaning he stood up. He saw Elika as she was standing up too.
'We did it! Elika we did it!' said the Prince. Joy was present in his voice.
He then saw that something was wrong, the expression on his face was one of confusion.
Ahriman was whispering. It made him even more confused...
'Choose life.'
'Elika?'
'Choose death.'
Worry filled him, she was going to sacrifice herself, the final step to seal Ahriman in his prison, The Prince cursed Ormazd in his mind… Those damned gods.
Elika began to glow in a blue magic-like glow, the sadness in her face already said the things she was going to say.
'I'm sorry.' those were her last words.
The Prince suddenly felt time slow down around him, for the first time in his life, he was in a situation that he could not control. He felt helpless.
'The choice is not yours.'
Streams of blue magic were flying everywhere, she did it.
The Prince ran towards Elika, maybe he could still save her?
'No!'
But he was too late, there was nothing he could change now, his sadness was mixed with anger, he made his final steps towards her as she fell down, the layer of coldness and darkness was changing with one of full of life. Peace and light was yet again returned to the lands.
The Prince looked at Elika, she was dead. He felt saddened by her sacrifice, he wasn't sure what to do, The prince often experienced death in his life, but this, it was different. He was not sure why.
He picked her up gently, not entirely understanding what he would do now. His mind was already ravaged by all that happened a few minutes ago. The Prince carried Elika with care, out of the temple. He put her down on the altar, gently, as if she was still alive. He then looked at her, the Prince was confused. What now?
Ahriman was taking advantage. In the same way the God of Darkness did before.
He sent the Prince a vision, one he already saw... But this time, different.
Elika was running, it was all blurry but he could see her jumping and loosing grip on some structure, then falling down into abyss.
'With the fading of the light…'
Elika's father put her down on the same altar that the Prince had put her.
'All you must do is ask.'
'The asking is yours.' The king was walking away.
'You know what it is that I ask.'
'If you would have your wish…'
'Then give me MINE!'
He saw Elika awakened from death itself; now the Prince understood it all, she died before, and her father brought her back, but with what cost… He now felt sorry for the Mourning King, he made the ultimate sacrifice for Elika, he was even corrupted because of his choice, forced to fight his own daughter, but in the end it all resulted in her death, again.
The Prince took a deep breath as he regained clear thinking again, he looked at Elika…
He had a very strange feeling about her, one he had never experienced, of course he had met other girls, but what he felt for Elika was different, he was not sure what it was.
The Prince stroked her hair noticing how she was still beautiful, even when she was dead. Knowing what he was going to do, The Prince took a distant look at the trees that were supporting the prison, oh he was sure what to do now.
He ran down the stairs, into the sands, the air was once again hot, the sun was not blinded by Ahriman's darkness. As the Prince ran near one of the trees, he heard Ahriman whispering.
'What candle will shine in the darkness now that she has gone?'
The Prince scaled the structure that the tree was on, and with one fast clash, he cut it down, shadows immediately surrounded the place.
He ran towards the next tree, his objective clear.
'What injury have I done to you that you have not done to me?'
He was climbing another structure. As he got on, he chopped down the second tree.
'Abandon this place. When I will be free she will already have been forgotten.'
The Prince understood the whispers, but he ignored them focusing on his own task ahead, running yet to another tree shrine and slashing it down. The Prince knew the fact that Ahriman was getting exactly what he wanted, but this „deal" was mutual, so he jumped down the shrine, running near the fourth one.
'Fear not the night, for it is the dawn that brings the pain, and the night that brings the dreams...'
The Prince cut down the final tree. He then ran towards the temple, one last tree left, the tree that was Ahriman's key to freedom.
'She burns so brightly, a shining star for Ormazd...'
He got into the temple, he knew what was about to happen, The Prince had no regrets.
'You seek justice? Then banish Ormazd... free me.'
The Prince was walking near the door of the chamber where the final tree was, slowly the door opened.
'Choose life, choose death.'
'Mine has been the imprisonment, mine has been the pain.'
The Prince entered, he saw the tree shinning in magic.
'I can be your beginning or your end... the choice... is not yours...'
He cut down the final tree, breaking the seal, yet again. For the same reason that it was broken before... For Elika... He picked up the Light seed and went near the altar.
His hand lowered, putting the light seed on Elika's chest, it glowed with magic, and so it happened.
Elika got up with haste. Her expression looked emotionless, but her voice was almost breaking with the sadness and bitterness.
'Why? '
She then looked at him, emotion was now present at her face, Elika felt extremely weak at what just happened, the Prince picked her up, and there was it again; the darkness, filling the skies once more, he carried her out of the Temple, through the desert, a cloud of darkness was booming from the temple, it was Ahriman.
The prince looked at Elika, but she turned away from his gaze, feeling disgusted by his actions.
Then It all turned black, as Ahriman raced above them.
'What is one grain of sand in the desert? '
'What is one grain of sand, in the storm?'
Here you go, I'm sure this is crappy as hell as it is my first fanfiction ever, I'm not sure why I chose Prince of Persia though, I originally wanted to write about Dragon Age. Hehe.
Please point out my the mistakes and errors I made, also tell me if I'm doing anything wrong. Again, English is not my native language, and I suck at it.
As for if I will continue this, I will write as much as I can in my free time, if this goes out well of course. As far as I can tell PoP08 is not really popular at all, and no sequel is being made so it kinda feels like the game is dead...
Thanks.