Many years into the future with our "happy" family :D

I, BADAZZtoldya, own no part of this amazing story or its characters.

And it totally sucks -_-

"Dastan," King Sharaman called to him, "where are Garsiv and Kaynaz?" Dastan had been sitting on the roof tops all day, and had recently just come down.

"I do not know father," he replied respectfully. Where could his two teenage twins be? Nodding to his adoptive son, he headed out to the garden, Kaynaz's favorite place to hide now that there was a piano in the back area of the brush and flowers. She had become quite a musician since he had brought the merchant that sold him the piano to the house. There, he stayed and taught little Kaynaz to play the contraption, sing, and write her own music. However, when Sharaman entered the little hiding spot she was usually in, he was only presented an empty yard with no daughter playing her wonderful music.

"Maybe she is somewhere with Garsiv," he mumbled to no one unparticular, though he was very doubtful of it. The day he had sent Kaynaz after her brother, she had ran past him in tears, and they never seemed to speak. Even when she had been ordered to tell Garsiv of events, she had passed the task to a servant. The King had asked her plenty of times to tell him what had happened between her and Garsiv, but each time she refused to even make eye contact. Snapping out of his thoughts, he realized he was now at the training ring. There, he happily found Garsiv practicing the new techniques he had recently been taught by Ulema. One soldier went down with a hit to the back of the neck, another with a punch to the solar plexus.

"Garsiv," he shouted over the clatter of swords. As Garsiv struck down another opponent, he held up his hand to pause the match and went to meet his father.

"Yes father?" he bowed, body covered in sweat from the excruciating Persian heat.

"I would like you to go into the marketplace this afternoon, and buy Dastan a gift for the festival tonight," he spoke, slyly placing a pouch of golden coins into his hands as Dastan walked up to them.

"I have found Kaynaz, father. She was just looking at war plans with the council," he said over the noise of the battling ring. Garsiv's eyes lost their glow as he nodded to the king, and walked away before Dastan could finish what he had been saying.

"She is rather sneaky these days," King Sharaman commented. When he arrived at the corridors of the war room, Kaynaz stood out of her chair and raised her voice in a heated argument of some kind.

"-and if you were to go through with this "wonderful" plan, many lives would be lost, unnecessarily!"

"You are a Princess of Persia, and should not have a say in any of this! Besides, I cannot recall the last time a woman made decisions for an army," he scoffed, gaining a few humored laughs from the men within the room. Kaynaz smiled as she approached Bahadur.

"Neither can I. But perhaps you would want to let the Princess make some calls if she threatened to cut someone's balls off," she smirked, pulling her sword out of its sheath. Turning a ghostly white, Bahadur backed up and stuttered an apology. "Thank you, you good for nothing excuse of a commander," Kaynaz huffed.

"If her highness is not too busy, I would like to speak with her momentarily," the King smiled apologetically for interrupting the meeting. As everyone bowed, Bahadur stuck his nose into the air.

"You may keep her, as she has no useful strategies for our upcoming battle."

"Ah, do not forget out little conversation Bahadur. As a Princess, I can chose among those who I like, and those who sleep with the horses," she glanced at him before leaving.

"Is there something you wished to speak to me about father?" Kaynaz implied.

"Do you know whose birthday it is today, and whose party will be tonight?" her father asked. Kaynaz nodded slowly.

"Dastan's of course. How could I forget the day he tore apart half the palace, ran away, and was caught by the cut throats in the Valley of the Slaves. Oh no, I will not deal with that again. Now about Dastan's birthday?" Kaynaz gasped out. The King chuckled and gave his daughter a pouch of money like he had for Garsiv.

"Go, find him something he will truly like. He is turning seventeen, and it will be the sixth year as a brother to you and your brothers. Now go, child," he said with a wave of his hand. Kaynaz bowed and left, not having the slightest clue on what to buy her brother.

"No brother's to deal with in the market. It seems the gods are on my side today," she mumbled to no one unparticular. Too bad Garsiv didn't know Kaynaz would be there either.

Something bad is about to go down, my fanfic senses can sense it O_o Reviews would be super, I might need some ideas on what could happen in the market!