Kiri: Wow... my very first actual Prince of Persia fic... that isn't just a one-shot or a poem... how exciting! lol. I came up with this idea a while back, but I wanted to take a little time to devolope it a little before I took off with it. Hopefully it'll go in the direction I want it to, unlike some of my other stories... Anyways, here's the prologue, which might be crap, since the first version was somehow deleted and I had to do it all over again. And by the way... PLEASE note that I haven't finished the second or third game... i'm only about halfway through Warrior Within, and I got all the way to the final battle in the Two Thrones, but my save file was deleted. So... yeah. Throw me a bone if you can...
In the Shadow of the Ravan
Written by Kiriona
ProloguePeople say Time is like a river. It flows swift and sure in one direction. But I have seen the face of time, and I can tell you, they are wrong. Time is like the ocean. One small gust of wind can cause a huge title wave, and there are predators along the way. I learned the truth of this through experiences of my own. Honestly, I wish I had just accepted what fate had brought me, but instead, I ran out like a fool hoping to change the course of destiny, just like my father before me.
My name is Ravan Sharaman. I am the Princess of Persia, and the next in line for the thrown. I have no doubt that you're already familiar with my father's tale of his quarrel with the Sands of Time, so I won't bother with it. I have a tale of my own to tell. I sincerely hope that by sharing my wisdom, no one after me will make the same foolish mistakes that seem to run in my family.
It all started only a few weeks or so before my sixteenth birthday. My father had been having some trouble with some groups outside of Babylon, my home city. They'd been trying to breech the city walls for some time now, and were coming closer and closer to succeeding, despite my father's efforts to keep them out. Finally, they got in. It started out as a small unrest, but steadily grew into a riot, and then it became an all out war. While the guards were well trained, the enemy found its strength in numbers, and slowly overthrew the city. I was evacuated, but I don't know what happened to my parents.
Only a few hours later, as I sat in the small encampment my bodyguards had set up only a few miles away, I was informed that the King and Queen of Persia, my parents, and only family had been killed. My father's death was an honorable one; he had been killed in the midst of battle. My mother had fallen unconscious while trying to escape the enflamed palace, and burned to death.
I should've just cried my tears, took my new thrown and rebuilt my city. Then none of this nonsense would've ever happened… but I didn't want to believe that they were really gone for good. I wanted to believe that there was a way to go back and change things and make everything right again… Sit down. And I shall tell you a tale like know in which you've ever heard…
