Love, War, and Time
Chapter 10: Some Time alone
A week had gone by on the sea and The Prince and Farah finally made it to the desert. The merciless, hot desert. They walked though a small village and with the little money they had left they got water and some bread since it was all they could afford. Now the Prince and Farah walked in the hot high sands of India. "I. . .can't . . .believe. . .how . . .hot . . .it is." Farah panting as they climbed a sand dune. The Prince's shirt is over his head protecting himself from the sun and the heat. "Save your breath Farah. We have a long way to go before it get's dark." The Prince sighed whipping his forehead on the back of his hand.
Farah rolled her eyes as she began climbing again. "What a wonderful thought." The voice suddenly said. It hadn't spoken in weeks so it startled the Prince into clutching both his sword and the Dagger. "Oh, you again." The Prince muttered to himself. "Yes, me again. You can get rid of me I am you . . . for now. But I was just thinking of how desirable Farah looks all hot . . . and sweaty." The voice said suggestively. The Prince turned and looked at Farah as she stood for a moment flipping her hair back. The Prince averted his gaze and frowned. "You leave her alone." The Prince said not thinking of anything else to say. "You don't want her. So why deny my pleasure over yours?"The Voice said back.
"Oh, defensive I see. Please you don't have a guts or nerve to take her. She's right there and well be for a long time to come. You're a mighty Prince of Persia, you can have anything you want, anything you desire."
"I'm not listening to you."
"Don't lie to yourself, Prince. You know you want her. It's all here in your head. You dream about her constantly when your nightmares don't befall you, she wish to touch her warm skin-"
"You wish you could have her all to yourself to taste her sweet lips-" "STOP IT!!" The Prince shouted gripping the sides of his head. 'just go away, go away' the Prince thought before he heard Farah walk over. "What's the matter with you?" Farah said with a frown that was hiding the concern the Prince saw in her eyes. He sighed and let go of his head not hearing the voice. "You've been acting strangely for a long time, talking to yourself and waking in the night from nightmares." Farah said her voice raising in stress. "It's nothing to concern yourself with." The Prince snapped and stormed up the rest of the dune ignoring the heat. "It does concern me if I have to listen to it throughout the whole of our quest." Farah snapped back. "Silence! I didn't ask to be dragged into this mess. We wouldn't be here if you weren't so naïve to see that your Vizier was a traitor!" The Prince shouted. Farah suddenly slapped the Prince across his face hard. "How dare you! you have no right to blame me for something I didn't do in the first place!" Farah shouted back smacking his face again harder and then stormed away from him heading still into the hot desert. "This is all your fault." The Prince said out loud once the Princess was out of ear shot. "Oh, Please. You're a man, you do what you want and take what you want. It's the way of the world." The Voice responded smugly. "No it isn't, you tricked me into putting on that mask at the island." The Prince sneered as he walked slowly not wanting to cross Farah's path. "He can be taught."The Voice said in mock surprise. "Damn you." The Prince hissed. "Ha, damn yourself for being so gullible; your always want to help someone and now that you've finally done something useful you regret it. Seriously you really need to make up your mind." The Voice sighed. "I have to find a way to get Farah to forgive me." The Prince said to himself. "Please, we're better off without her." "I need her. She is my guide." The Prince said as he touched the dagger tail blades and winced.
"You want her so badly you've convinced yourself that you can't have her."
Stop it."The Prince saidBecause unlike me you don't have a body so whatever I say and do goes; and I say you'll never lay your hand on her.The Prince said firmly.It had been a few hours and the Prince caught up to Farah and pitched a tent around her starting a fire. He could see that she was exhausted from all the walking of that day in the heat. It just seemed as if the day had melted away and the night became cool. The Prince sat with his knees up and his arms around them in a relaxed position as he stared into the warm fire. "What have you done?" He said to the voice in his head. "Damn it Prince, stop trying to put the blame on me, I'm going to ignore you for the rest of the night." It replied back. "Oh, that would be lovely." The Prince said sarcastically. The Prince sighed and looked down to his infected arm. It was throbbing irritatingly.
The Prince turned away from the dancing flame to Farah, he wanted to comfort her and apologize for the way he acted. If Farah was to find out about this voice she was surely think him mad. Her skin glowed a warm color that tempted the Prince to touch her and her smooth hair. But the Prince averted his gaze and sighed feeling ashamed. He then stood and walked to the other side of the tent and laid down slipping into sleep:
The Prince stood in the center of the ring of fire. The heat was unbearable, with his hair matting to his neck, forehead, and cheeks. In the distant he saw arrows and collapsing building, he heard the screams and shouts of people burning. "See it's not so bad." A voice said with a light chuckle. The Prince turned around to the direction on the voice seeing a dark figure that looked like him. But his eyes were dark and menacing and his arm was infected with the Sands and glows brightly. "Who are you?" The Prince said breathless from the heat and seeing this being that was similar to him. "Oh, Prince I am insulted. I talk with you all the time, I know you. Were friends."The Dark Prince replied. The Prince reached behind his back to his sword but it wasn't there. "I am no friend of yours." The Prince sneered. "Ah, but we are friends; we are one, Prince." The Dark Prince smiled. "Oh, and I do believe I want you to meet someone." He added smiling looking past the Prince.
The Prince turned seeing Farah tied to a small pole bleeding and battered. "Excuse me for not bring her to you in less then meant condition." The Dark Prince laughed cruelly. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" The Prince shouted to the Dark Prince before he ran over to Farah who was moaning in pain. "Farah, oh Allah." The Prince lifted her chin seeing her swollen eyes and bleeding lip. "Stand back, Prince. You don't want to . . .burn." The Dark Prince laughed as Farah suddenly caught fire and was burning. "FARAH!" The Prince shouted in agony. He felt his heart painfully ripping as he watched her flesh burned and her screams filled the dark red sky. The Dark Prince laughed and ran over to him impaling the Prince with the glowing Dagger of Time.
The Prince awoke with a gasp putting hand to his chest panting. He looked around seeing that the fire had gone down to a low flame. The Prince got up and looked to Farah and sighed seeing that she was safe and asleep. Then his infected arm started to burn and ache as if the fire from his nightmare was inside his arm. "It's spreading." The Prince grunted and went over to a small bottle of water. He poured the cooling water over his arm and sighed feeling the pain subsiding. "What is the matter?" Farah asked sitting up when the Prince turned around to her holding his dripping arm. "Nothing, back to sleep." He said looking away and sitting down. He heard Farah move from her small cot and walked over to him putting her warm hand on his shoulder. The Prince winced away from her touch. "What's the matter with? you never tell me anything." Farah said as softly and controlled as she could manage.
The Prince didn't say anything for a time and then he sighed looking to Farah. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout at you before." He apologized. "You are Forgiven. And I'm sorry for smacking you in the face." Farah apologized as well. "I just wish you didn't frustrate me so, what ever your hiding I'm sure if you tell me I'll understand." Farah said looking back to the Prince searching his eyes for a answer. "I'll tell you when I think you'll be able to understand. But at the moment I don't understand It myself." The Prince sighed. Farah nodded. "I'll wait then." She said firmly. It seemed that they had gotten closer the Prince could feel the warmth from Farah's face and she the very small details in her glowing brown. "Mmm, just a little closer Prince."
The Prince pulled away feeling frustrated. "Fine. Torture yourself, it's only going to make the wait even better." The Dark Prince snickered. "Are you alright?" Farah asked concerned. "I'm fine, we should get some sleep. We have a long day ahead of us." The Prince said turning away and laying back down on his makeshift cot.
'Why?' Farah thought as she turned on her back. It had been hours since The Prince and her had spoken, he was finally sound asleep. Farah was worried and frustrated at this sudden unexplainable change in the Prince. It must have been really terrible. But what is it, it had to have been something that happened at the Island of Time. "Why aren't you asleep." The Prince suddenly said startling Farah. "I thought you were sleep." Farah sighed turning to her left facing the Prince. "If we can't sleep then we should continue and cover some ground before it gets too hot." The Prince suggested. Farah sat up and sighed. "Very well." She said. The Prince and Farah began packing up their small camp soon thereafter they sat and ate dried meat, bread, and cheese. It was a feast compared to what they usually had, fish and hard bread.
Farah studied the Prince seeing that his movements were careful and slow. What was he hiding from her? They continued their journey while it was still cool but the merciless heat came high morning making her feel like she was carrying more then what she was really carrying. Then she thought; had the Empress told him something before her death? Or what is something else? She wanted to know. "Farah! Come see." The Prince called excitedly from the top of the dune. Farah broke from her train of thought and hurried up the dune to the Prince who looked satisfied and relieved. And before them was the enormous palace of Azad. "We finally made it." Farah sighed happily. "Ha haha." The Prince laughed joyously as he lifted Farah and spun her around. They both laughed like children, their journey to Azad was over and the battle for killed Lord Zurvan was back on. The Prince put down Farah and smiled. "It's almost over." Farah sighed.
BOOM!
The Prince and Farah turned around and then at the moment fear was instilled in their bodies as a large dark figure stood about 7 yards away. The Dahaka. "Oh Allah." Farah whispered with trembling hands. "RUN!!" The Prince shouted as the Dahaka began to move over to them shaking the ground as it went and Farah took hold of the Prince hand and they began to run for their lives to the palace of Azad. . . .
I know, I finally update and I leave stupid cliffhanger. I'm sorry for taking so long to update. I'm still having some writers block and it may be a while before the next chapter but I'll get it up as soon as I can. Thanks to those who are sticking with me and the story and I'm really sorry for taking so long to update. Thanks for the reviews they are very encouraging.
Thanks again for waiting and I'll get the next chapter up ASAP.
Peace
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Farah walked a little slower but kept a good pace so that she wasn't near the Prince. She sighed as she whipped the sweat from her chest and brow. She stopped for a moment and pulled her hair up and down then continued walking though the sands. 'What is wrong with him?' Farah thought looking to the sky that was suddenly darkening. How long had she been walking? Farah stopped and sat on the sands by a small dried bush. Farah sighed and slowly laid down feeling the sand cooling as the sky got darker.
'what is he hiding?' Farah thought slowly closing her eyes.