Hey guys, I know it has been awhile and this chapter is going to be blotching and short. So please don't fret, I will have more time next week and I will try to finish it. Thanks
Own Nothing.
Three
They woke up the next morning, her eyes lid heavy as she fought to stay awake. She walked five feet behind Prince Dastan, her eyes straining from the effect from the dagger. She knew that it would effect her, but not this much as she was not from that time period.
"Princess?" She heard, though she ignored it, her feet wobbled as she walked, she felt an arm wrapped around her waist, looking up it was the Prince. "I think you should ride the horse. You still seem exhausted." She was lifted up on the horse and she grabbed onto the reigns, but Prince Dastan held them away from her. "I'm not letting you on the horse so you can run off. I'll be holding onto it for you."
Hermione nodded, trying to keep her head level. "Damn Persians, don't even trust your own mother with her milk." She muttered under her breath, as he led the horse through the desert.
"What was that Princess?" He asked, though he had heard her, "I can't hear you, if you mutter."
"Then don't listen." Hermione slurred. "Stupid Persian, using the dagger. Body feels drained."
Dastan stopped the horse, turning to her. "And what's so special about the dagger?"
"None of your damn business Persian." Hermione spat, she slid off the horse, stepping towards the prince. "Give me the dagger." She ordered.
"Not on your life Princess." He spat back.
Anger welled inside of her, clenching her first, she tried to calm herself but she couldn't. She pounded on of her fists against his chest, a sudden power rocked through them both, sending him back. He laid across the sand on his back, unconscious. "Dastan?" Hermione ran over to him, to make sure that he was breathing. She checked his pulse and he was alright, but just unconscious. "Magic, I hit him with magic." She whispered to herself, blinking she grabbed the dagger and a ran back to the horse.
Climbing back onto the horse, she rode off, the dagger tightly wrapped on her waist. She rode of in the direction of the temple, where she needed to go. She promised and she would keep that promise to Tamina to help save this world, to return to her own.
It was an hour when she had stopped for water, a small pond near the path, washing her face, she began to hear a stampede of horses coming near her. She couldn't use her magic again, she didn't even know if she could. She had no wand, it was just wand-less, something that she had not practice.
The men came into view, circling her, she saw Dastan with them. She growled, sword pointed at him. "She is a beauty. We'll take her." A arm grabbed her, taking the sword away from her. Dastan grabbed the dagger as she was hoisted up onto another horse.
The caravan rode deeper into the desert, into a small city, made out of merchants and street rats. The man in charge gave Hermione over to some other woman to change. "Wait, I would like to have word." Dastan pulled her over to a corner and turned to talk to her. "You tell me about this dagger now, I can show it to my uncle and he will prove the I am innocent. But I need more sand."
"The dagger was given by the gods Dastan, it cannot be for immoral use." Hermione pleaded. "What if it was your uncle who planned this?"
He looked angrily at her. "My uncle would never do such a thing." He looked down see a necklace with the same jewel as the dagger, he yanked it off of her, it was a vial filled with sand.
"Dastan that dagger holds great power, it must be returned to the temple. Please, I promised I would see it there safely in her stead."
"In her stead?" He asked, as the women came to take her away. "In who's stead?"
He left with the men to watch the races and when he tired to leave they stopped him. Hermione looked up from the ground floor and stand in horror. Thinking quickly, she ran and opened the ostrich cages and then the weapons cage, letting the flow into the arena. "Everyone! Look!" She shouted, running, Dastan watched, as he pulled free from his captures. He ran after her, grabbing the dagger from the man who took it form him.
They made it out alive, and were running away on his horse. Her arms wrapped around his waist. He could feel her shaking, he wanted to ask question but he could feel hot tears running down his back, where she was pressing her face. He directed the horse towards the Royal city and they began to travel.
For two days, they didn't speak, he even tried to provoke her, but she was to lost in her mind. It was midday the next day when they were on the out stretch of the Royal city, watching as thousands of people walked for miles to go the the Persian King's funeral.
"All these foreign diplomats, do you know any?" He asked her.
"I'll see what I can do," She whispered from behind him, the first words she spoken in two days.
