A/N. Finally have another chapter! I'd like to give a shout-out to Lehera and her wonderful story Do I Belong Here? Thanks for the wonderful review!

And another shout-out to every one else who reviewed-you guys are what kept me writing with all of your encouragement, hope this chapter lives up to your standards. Enjoy

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dastan…Or Garsiv…or Tus…or Bis…I just don't own Prince of Persia at all.

My side burned. It was literally burning me alive, and I writhed in pain, shouting my head off in agony. The sound of other people shouting vaguely made it past the haze of sheer torture that my side was dealing out. They sounded worried…frightened. I needed to help them. I managed to stop shaking and peek open my eyes to see a hazy figure that looked suspiciously like Garsiv leaning over me, shouting my name.

"Dastan! Dastan!" He sounded like someone had killed his puppy the way he cried out for me. I tried to talk, but my side stopped me, keeping my mouth sealed tight. However, a slight moan seemed to calm him down slightly, and I my eyes fluttered shut. Bed idea. Garsiv started shouting louder and more frightened.

"Dastan! Open your eyes again!" he called. I struggled to slide them open again, only this time, it was met with a clearer vision, and less of a headache. Garsiv was a little easier to make out, and I looked down to see a maid next to him, eyes on my side. She had a large roll of soft cloth, and was wrapping a bloody wound going all up my side. My eyes widened as I saw all the blood staining the sheets. I noted that Tus wasn't there to calm down my over-protective older brother.

"Gar? Where…Tus?" I mumbled, and Garsiv sighed in relief to hear my voice.

"Thank the gods Dastan. Tus is outside talking with Father and Bis. Let me go get them." I let lose a faint whimper that went unheard by Garsiv. I didn't want to be alone, as much as that sounded childish. The door shut behind him, and I was left alone momentarily with the maid binding my side.

All of a sudden, a sharp pain shot up my right arm, and I screamed. Oh, gods, the pain! I pulled the arms towards myself and curled around it. A gash opened up on my right arm, and bruises seemed to bloom onto my skin.

It was like all of my wounds from the never-reality had suddenly all come back at once. The doors swung open, and I heard my family rush in. My mind was rushing through all of my memories of the other reality. My cheek, my shoulder my…

Oh, crap.

I'd stabbed myself.

I could almost feel the wound opening. My breath froze in my throat and I gasped as blood started seeping from my chest as well. The shouting of everyone in the room faded under the sound of blood rushing in my ears and I started panting, breath coming harder and harder as I found that I couldn't take in enough air. Something was squeezing my chest, and I started thrashing arms and legs flailing in my agony. More people were shouting, and someone was screaming. They sounded so pained- I needed to help! But my chest, oh, gods, it hurt. It hurt so badly I was sure I couldn't still be alive.

(But I had to be, otherwise I would be dead and not feeling any of this sheer torture.)

Something cold was pressed against my chest and I shouted again. My lungs were freezing up, I couldn't think, couldn't breathe! Someone was screaming, and it took me ages to realise that I was the source of the terrifying noise.

Then, another voice, that of a woman's, and everyone fell silent.

The agony let me pass into unconsciousness just as a wave of ebony appeared above me.

A/N. Sorry that it's so short you guys! I was hoping to have it longer, but you know…life n all that great stuff. Hope this lives up to you guys!

Thx-

TOAS