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Loving Sands

Chapter 3

Already Kaileena was dreading the path before her. These men - not men anymore, really, manipulated into beings of power with her precious sand - were not very gentle. She could feel bruises forming underneath her bindings. However, she did not let her anger show on her face - she would be sure that the one behind all this would suffer for messing with what is not theirs.

Well, not her specifically, but the prince.

Her heart beat oddly at that thought. The prince would be swinging and fighting, just like he did on her own little island of paradise. If the Priestess was honest with herself, she found it really endearing, and kind of hot.

But nobody was going to know about that. No way, no how.

"Ah, there you are." The voice snapped her out of her musings, green eyes looking up into the face of the Vizier. Ah, him. Okay, so this makes much more sense now. She glanced at his aura real quick - yep, going to die by the Prince's hand. Well, this day was just getting better and better!

Her headache throbbed, proving her sarcastic point right.

She only raised an eyebrow at him, not willing to speak. Her anger was hard to control, after all.

He reached out and caressed her cheek.

Ew.

"It has been a pleasure meeting you, Priestess."

Ugh, please make him stop talking. Kaileena really did not want to deal with this shit. She just wanted to be home, alone, with all of her creations there beside her and not dealing with the shit that humans always caused for her. The Priestess of Time was not happy.

"Please, come this way. I am sure that you are tired after your long journey."

She huffed, but followed anyways. Not like she had a choice - they were dragging her down the halls as the Vizier spoke. From the looks of it, they were either leading her to a cell or a bedroom.

Kaileena only hoped that there would be a bed.


Everything hurt. The Prince was tired and just wanted to sleep, but things were not going that way for him.

He scowled as he saw another burning building. Whoever was doing this would pay dearly for ruining his kingdom and his people.

A thought whispered 'Kaileena' to him, making the slightest of blushes appear on his face. He frowned to himself, thinking that he needed to get to her first and then they could fix whatever was going on.

"This is getting irritating." He muttered to himself, grabbing another sword from a fallen enemy. He needed to find a better weapon. Or, better yet, find his father. He needed to figure out what was going on!

And, as always, the city was a maze full of traps and puzzles. The Prince wondered why the kingdom was designed that way, but pushed it off to the side. It wasn't that important to be noticed of anyways. If anything, these bloody creatures reminded him too much of his own guards up at the palace. He glanced up and scowled. It seemed like whatever was happening, that was the crux of the matter.

He needed to head there first.

Then he needed to kill whatever, or whomever, was causing these gods-damned problems! The Prince is trying to fix his mistake, he didn't need any more problems in the way!

After swinging up to another platform, he paused to take a breath. He looked up and groaned. It was going to be a long way tot he tower, was it not?

He sighed and decided to get going. There was no time like the present to get shit done. He chuckled at his ironic joke.


This was more irritating than anything she had to ever deal with. Farah just wanted to go home now, regretting even leaving behind the safe borders of home. Her father would certainly not be pleased with her, especially after finding out she was captured by... whatever these happened to be.

If she got out of it alive, at any rate.

What was more deplorable was how they captured her! The cage they were carrying her in was simple and wooden. If she had her weapons, she could bloody well break out. Alas, she did not have the strength to do so by herself. It came with being a woman, and Farah hated it. She scowled at her guards in hate underneath her hood.

She wasn't so stupid as to reveal her identity, though try as hard as they might. Farah had only been picking off these monsters one by one with her bow and arrows when she was captured. The princess hoped that they didn't destroy her weapons.

If they did, she would be royally pissed. She wanted to chuckle at her own joke, but she kept silent.

The seriousness of the situation begged for it.


Yay, another character is introduced :D In the games, the Prince is basically 'fought over' by these two, plus some, but I don't plan on bringing them in. Makes it much more simpler that way.

Next chapter, I'm going to be bringing in the Dark Prince :3 He is my personal favorite~ Oh, I can't wait to start writing his sarcastic ass xD

Reviews:

StoryLover90 - So glad you liked it :D Yes, it's obvious to us readers, but neither of them know it yet xD

Sorry it's so short (once again), but I think this story is calling for that. More restricted that way, but I can be pretty damn creative when I need to ;)

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