Most think time is like a river, flowing swift and sure in one direction, but I have seen the face of time, and I can tell you, they are wrong.
We all make mistakes. Some are small, some are large... But his mistake, born of innocence, fueled by pride, was the greatest, and most terrible of them all...
You cannot change your fate... No man can...
The first mistake he made was releasing the Sands of Time. His second was trying to cheat death. His third, taking Kaileena from the isle. And his last mistake? No, it was not thinking he escaped or changed his fate. It was thinking that he, and his descendants, were truly free of the Sands.
The times changed and Persia became what we now know as Iran. One family, of strangely pure Persian lineage, held many secrets. In their possession, a deadly bladed whip known as the Daggertail. Another secret, passed down throughout the years, is a tale unlike any you'll ever hear.
But that will come at a later time... This is for where we are now. Kaileena was dead and the Sands of Time were gone from his world, the Prince of Persia had time to live for once. And so he did, as king. In the future, he would be gone and his home would change. But his life was not completely forgotten. His bloodline never killed.
This begins with two of his blood, of royal lineage, cast into poverty before they came to be. A boy, unaware of the great life he should have had, had not despair, but hope with each telling of his families story. If only he could be like the prince spoke of in the story. Strong, kind and most of all, able to face himself.
He also knew that his families secret, the Daggertail, was involved in the story. And of his twin, she too was fascinated by the story. The fates, had it in their plans for them to truly understand the story, though. The Daggertail, the siblings, no older then the Prince when he made his first mistake, and something else. A long lost element to the story.
Kaileena's spirit, which had taken the form of the Sands of Time, was as fleeting as time itself. Drifting from world to world, it found it's way back to Earth. Here is how this story begins...
"Manar...?" Halice called into the dank darkness of the family cellar. It was here the the Daggertail was kept, and her brother would often come to see. "Come on, father said not to come down here anymore." She wandered farther into the cellar, coming to her brother and a strange golden light. Within the light, a strange blue dagger. "What is that?"
Manar shook his head in a dumbfounded way. Then something clinked behind them. The two turned their heads to look. The Daggertail, the ancient whip blade that had long been the families secret, shared the glow. Manar stood, and touched the weapon with his left hand. His forearm glowed, and the item snaked it's way around his arm. He screamed as the blades dug into his skin.
The light from the cellar door abruptly disappeared and the sandy golden glow from the dagger grew. Halice stood and backed away from the ever growing glow hastily. As a result, she raked her arm across the many blades of the Daggertail, which was now painfully part of her brothers arm. Her feet slipped from under her and she fell to the cellar floor, sand burning her fresh wounds. The glows growth increased drastically, quickly engulfing them both in glowing sands.
The sand seeped into their wounds, and even as they tried to soothe the pain, the area around them changed. Halice reached for the strange blue dagger, gasping it with blind hands. The sands were swirling so fast now that it seemed like they were in a sandstorm. By the time it had stopped, the two had passed out from pain.
The Prince, now considered a king in his deceased siblings place, walked through a recovering hanging garden. Though the land which the plants here grew on was soil, strangely a gust of wind picked up sand. A lot of sand, in fact. A dome-like shape formed from the sand in front of him, then blew away. In it's place, were two people. One looked much like Farah, only their clothing was very different.
The other looked so much like him it was startling. What was even more startling was their left arms. The girl had sand filled scars and the other had the Daggertail of all things. But the glowing markings on their arms... "I dispelled the Sands. This should not be." Regardless of what should and shouldn't be, it was. Quickly, with no thought to how it might seem should someone see him, he picked them up with more than a small effort, and carried the two to the palace.
As he walked, he noticed something else that should not have been there. The Dagger of Time, grasped in the girls hand. Realizing this, the Prince quickened his pace...