Sands of Time: But Which Time; Past, Present, or Future?

Chapter 1

Okay, so maybe going for a walk on a Saturday in the worst part of LA at 10:30 at night wasn't such a great idea…

A lot of people see things they aren't supposed to in LA. About 90% of them don't get to live because of it. The other 10% are smart enough to tell the cops and get into a witness protection program.

Me? I had the good fortune of seeing a drug dealing go down amongst a few gang members and a cop. No it wasn't a drug bust, it was an actual dealing, that means the cop was a dirty cop which isn't uncommon these days which is very unfortunate. The gang members apparently didn't like whatever the cop had given them, and when the cop turned his back, the 'lead' member pulled a gun on him and shot him in the back of the head. Since I saw the whole thing, I was now on the gang's most wanted list.

I wasn't really smart when it came to stuff like this. Or I was just stubborn and didn't want my dad worrying about me. Yes, I said my dad. Gregory A. Lizly. That is my father. He is the director of the LAPD, and believe it or not I'm a cop too… well kinda. I may be only 19, 20 in about 2 weeks, but I'm pretty damn handy in my dad's work. That's why I'm on the list to become a cop! I still have to go through training like everyone else, but since I'm getting a recommendation from the director and the fact that I've helped in about 30 cases already cause of 'how easily I attract trouble' is what my father says, then I'm pretty sure I'll get in with little trouble.

You may be thinking, "Well, if you are a going to be a cop, and you are such a bad ass as like you think you are, then why didn't you do something about the drug deal?" Well, I wanted to do something, but I didn't have a gun, I didn't have anything! It was 3 against one! Usually against those odds I still do something but I usually have a gun with me. I left my gun at my house… I wasn't thinking okay? You can glare at me all you want but it was 10:30 at night, can you blame me? …okay maybe you can… moving on.

So instead of telling someone I just kept it a secret… yeah real smart, huh? Everyday I'm on constant alert. My dad asks me what's wrong about 10 times a day, and the guys at the police department won't leave me alone about it!

It had been a week since I saw what had happened, and the gang still hadn't come after me! So I began to relax a bit. I felt safe enough to go visit my baby boy! You may be thinking, "Oh she has a boyfriend!" Ha, no I don't! Guys could care less about me. My baby boy's name is Shahzad. It's Persian for 'Prince'. Shahzad is a Gypsy. Weird huh? My baby boy is not human though. He is a horse; his breed is called a Gypsy Cobb. I know you are curious about what they look like, so go take a look on Google! This story will still be here when you get back I promise! While you are at it look at Drum horses as well, if you cross a Gypsy with a Shire you get a Drum. They are all very beautiful horses!

I know it's weird. The daughter of the director of the LAPD owns a horse! Odd combination if you ask me, but when I'm around horses I'm relaxed and I can get away from everything! Just put Shahzad in a trailer, some camping gear and disappear into the mountains for days at a time!

Well, one particular time when I was going to take a trip was when I let my guard down completely. It was 10 days after the drug deal, and 3 days before my birthday. I didn't want to be here for my 20th birthday, so I planned a trip into the mountains with Shahzad. It took a while to convince my dad, but he finally let me go.

So when I got all my stuff packed up in my truck and the trailer hitched to the truck, I set off for my usual camping spot. The park rangers let people hunt up there because the camping ground is for long term camping trips, like what I do. So I took a couple guns with me. I had a 12 gauge shotgun, which I always keep in my truck; a 45 Colt Pistol, and a USMC M40A3 Sniper Rifle. I don't know what compelled me to grab my sniper instead of my semi-automatic rifle. It's just; something in the back of my mind told me I would need it. Like a nagging feeling. It was like that with a lot of my stuff. Like my phone and my iPod. I even grabbed my laptop. I never take my electronics with my. I took a lot more food than usual, and the thing that was the weirdest. I grabbed one of my antique, collectible swords! The nicest one too! I took bullets for all 3 of my guns, and I packed my bullet maker that I invented. Well, it was already invented I just made it smaller. Small enough to fit in my saddle bags.

On the way up, I was listening to one of my mix CDs. It had a lot of different songs on it. Some Slipknot and some Green Day. A few 3 Doors Down songs and some 3 Days Grace. Aerosmith and many more. I was so into one of my favorite songs, Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day that I didn't notice this huge SUV, also pulling a trailer, but it wasn't a horse trailer, that has been following me from the city.

After getting to the parking lot of the camp grounds, I got Shahzad all tacked up with saddle bags and everything. It was a surprise that all my stuff actually fit in them! I had one pair of saddle bags on the back of the saddle, and on pair on the horn. My sniper rifle was strapped in it's carrier on the right side of the saddle, and my shotgun on the left. My Colt was on my hip and my usual combat knife was also on my hip, opposite my Colt. My sword was right next to my shotgun, because there was room seeing as my sniper is bigger than my shotgun! When Shahzad was all tacked up, I stepped back to admire him. He was so beautiful. His black and white coloring and his gorgeous blue eyes. His tack fits him perfectly and the color of his halter, which I never take off when on trail rides or when I'm camping, is just his color, bright red!

Making last minutes adjustments to the cinch and stirrups was when they confronted me.

"Hey, horsey girl!" I froze. Shahzad's head came up from where he was grazing, and his ears went back. I narrowed my eyes at this and slowly turned around. My eyes widened, if only for a second, before I went back to glaring at the men in front of me.

"So you finally decided to make your move huh?" The gang members looked confused.

"Where ya been this whole time, hiding?" The 'leader' glared at me and pulled out his gun.

"You aren't in any position to be making those type of remarks little girl!" The group started to laugh.

"'Little girl', huh?" I growled as I swung at the leader. Hitting him square in the nose, I quickly turned around and put my left foot in the stirrup.

"Hiya!" Before I was even in the saddle, Shahzad took off, with me holding on with great ease, like I've done this a thousand times!

As I was riding away, I thought they might not follow, seeing as the path I was talking was only large enough for ATVs, and other vehicles of the sort, and of course horses. When I heard the engine of about 3 ATVs, a motor cross bike, and something of a larger scale, but must still be small enough to fit on the trail, as all 5 started heading in my direction, I cursed.

"Damn it! Come on Shahzad, let's shake these creeps!" Shahzad pushed forward through some brush that the vehicles in pursuit of us could easily run over, and they did as they started catching up to us, which doesn't make any sense cause this was my turf.

From behind me I could hear the leader yelling, his voice different, probably because I broke his nose!

"Don't shoot the horse; I've heard that her horse goes for a fortune!" Moments after that, a bullet whizzed past my head and planted itself in a near by tree.

"Damn it! Okay, just stay calm! There is no way the park rangers didn't hear that!" Soon after saying that I heard another shot a couple miles off and I smacked myself for it.

"You idiot! There are gun shots on these grounds almost 24/7! Okay think! There has to be a place that Shahzad can go that they can't." I thought long and hard about that, or what felt like a long time, when an idea popped into my head.

"Of course! The Misty Mountain Trail! That trail was built specifically for horses! Okay, come on Shahzad let's go!" At the next fork I would have to take a left, because taking a right would lead you down to the river, and not even Shahzad can get across Shaffer River!

When the fork came into view, I urged Shahzad to go faster. After the fork, it would be 1,000 feet till the turn off to the Misty Mountain Trail.

Being the fastest of all the vehicles, the motor cross bike was just about right next to us. He had a night stick, which he must have gotten off that cop I witnessed the gang members killing. I saw what he was trying to do, he was trying to get close enough to beat me with it, but he would only be able to reach my right leg, but that would be enough. He could break my leg and it would be hard to ride with a broken leg.

About half way to the trail, I could see a light that wasn't natural. It was up the trail we were on, towards the Misty Mountain Trail. The only thing I could do was go through the light, I couldn't go through the woods, not even Shahzad could make it between those trees.

So, with my mind set, we rode through the light, with the gang following close behind. When we came out on the other side, I opened my eyes to see something I don't remember being there.

"Sand? A desert? What the hell?" I wasn't the only one confused, there where questions from my pursuers as well.

"Wait… I know these hills, this does look familiar." After riding over the next hill, I saw why everything looked so familiar.

"Alamut?" I gasped realizing what that meant.

"Prince of Persia!"

I'm sorry it is so short, but that was just too good of a spot not to stop at! I'll make the next part longer I promise! I was on a role with this story! Till I got to the end of course… that's when the writer's block caught up with me! Well, I hope you enjoyed! Please rate and review! Chapter 2 out as soon as I can! I'm also trying to get my other stories finished… like my transformers story! Lol sorry about that one got side tracked and never really went back to that one, so I'm going to try to finish that as soon as I can too! Don't know how long this one will be, but it has the sexy Garsiv in it! ;P lol I read in another story on Fanfiction that someone called Garsiv the Dark Prince… that is sooooo fricking true! We love you Toby Kebbell! You played Garsiv all too well! ;)