Prince of Persia: The Crest of Time

Blazing Sands

The prince gazed down upon his kingdom. After 3 years from the incident with the sands, the streets were filled with people, from children to adults even to old citizens. Market places were flourishing, people were happy, and the kingdom was peaceful. No more had it been reigned over the heartless vizier, it was now free. The prince remembered his fight with the vizier and his own self, the Dark Prince. But those were only memories, and the prince had to carry on with his life. He heard footsteps behind him. He turned his head behind. It was Farah. She smiled at him and walked towards him.

"What's bothering you prince?" she asked cheekily. The prince eyed her curiously and sighed. He gazed into her brown, beautiful eyes. Once, a companion during the fight with the vizier, now, she was his wife.

"Nothing. I was merely gazing around my kingdom," he replied. He forced a smile on his face. It didn't work.

"Oh come now," she said with an annoyance in her tone. She held up here finger right up on his face. "You overwork yourself too much. Try and relax a bit. Enjoy life."

"How can I? I have duties to carry out as the king," He waved her finger off. "Put that thing away, you could poke someone in the eye with that." He walked away from his balcony, leaving Farah behind. His robe trailed behind him, acting as a broom collecting dust from his floor. Farah looked at him from the balcony, and then she gazed into the city. A smile formed on her face.

"All your hard work has finally paid off prince," she said in a low voice. "The city is peaceful now, and the people could never have been happier." As the sun was starting to set, she then returned back into the castle.

The prince passed through the garden of his castle. He stopped to look at the flowers. How amazing the flowers were in Babylon. He plucked on of the exotic flowers, and smelled its fresh aroma. He then placed the flower beside the fountain of water, and continued on his journey into the castle. In a few moments, he eventually arrived at the throne room. The throne room was as grand as ever. Two thrones were in the center, pictures of past kings were plastered all over the walls. The huge pillars were keeping hold of the high roof from above. The prince walked up to his throne. He gave a great sigh, and fell back into his comfortable throne. Ruling a kingdom wasn't always easy. But there were time when these chairs could come in handy. Times like now were some of the examples.

The prince closed his eyes for a moment and opened them up again. Upon the altar of his father, a weapon like no other was kept. Gleaming brightly in the light, it was the dagger of time. The weapon the prince had used to aid him in his war against the vizier. Deadly as it was, it had no more use to the prince anymore. But it still could be a piece of decoration for his castle. It was now placed upon the altar of his father. The prince got out of his throne, and walked towards it. He took it from its position, and admired its engraftments and its hilt. And he admired mostly everything else about it. He then placed it back to its original position.

Suddenly, as the prince placed the dagger back upon the altar, it shone a bright and blinding light. The prince shielded his eyes and staggered a few steps behind. The light then dimmed and the prince too his hands away from his face. He was surprised to see the dagger react in such a way. "Something must have gone wrong," hethought. He looked around the throne room. Everything was as much the same. He heard hurried footsteps coming into the room. The doors burst open, revealing Farah panting and sweating.

"What happened?" she ask, bewildered. She was starting to regain her breathe. The prince eyes widened.

"You saw the light too?" he asked, curious. Farah took a deep breathe and spoke again.

"Yes, it was a bright and blinding light, what happened?"

"I don't know," The prince grabbed the dagger. "All I know is that the light came out from this dagger.

"Could it be a warning?" asked Farah, scared.

"I don't know, but it may could mean that..," the prince was cut short by a large quake in the castle. He fell down and so did Farah too. The quake was so sudden that the prince readied himself with the dagger as he got up. Farah stood beside him.

"Something is here," the prince whispered to Farah.

"I can see that," replied Farah sarcastically. They both circled the throne room slowly, waiting for any more sudden movements.

BOOM!

The floor was thrown apart by a huge force. The prince was sent backwards. Farah was thrown off the floor, hitting her head on a wall. She then collapsed to the floor and fainted.

"Farah!" the prince roared as he took his dagger out. The floor was crumbling and the prince had a few seconds left to save his wife. He did his wall run, and jumped off from the wall halfway, and landed in front of Farah. The floor was crumbling fast. The prince heaved Farah up.

He jumped from his position and landing across the other side of the floor which was still stable. After landing on the other side, he placed Farah carefully on one corner. He then spun behind to face whatever monstrosity that had befallen his castle. The smoke faded and the prince saw a clear image of the attacker. His mouth fell wide open.

Standing in the center of the room, a towering big, black figure and with tendrils stuck onto it, it was the Dahaka. It gave a grim smile and said "Time to die prince,".