Prefic: Prince of Persia: The Dust of Travel
"Prince and Kileena sitting in a tree, F-U-"
"Enough!" The Prince yelled at himself mentally. His darker half once again attempting to regain control of his body. "We share a body and a mind, and until I am rid of you I will not let you gain full control of either!"
"Prince, I'm hurt," said the low, cool voice of the Dark Prince, "But admit it, you know you love the power. You know you love it when I take control. No holding back, an endless slaughter of your enemies. I've saved your life at least thrice! Do not tell me you're not grateful!" he ended with a laugh.
The Prince remained quiet as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop. He wouldn't argue forward; his other half was right: he did enjoy it. The violence, the fury... After all this sneaking around, didn't he deserve a chance to let loose? No, he couldn't admit to that fully... He was a monster when he went Dark. An absolute terror...
"Oh, come now, do I really look that bad?" the Dark Prince chuckled to himself.
"Get out of my head!" the Prince yelled as he climbed up a tapestry to another roof. As soon as he hit the top, he ran to the other side and jumped off, hopefully to the next rooftop, which he underestimated in distance. He stretched his fingers out , trying to make contact with the ledge, when suddenly...
"Hey, you! With the flowing black hair! PANSY! Down here!"
The Prince looked down to capture the sight of a woman in exotic clothing, a man - or thing - that appeared to be made of a copper of some sort, and the man who was yelling up, bulky and blonde, and wearing a foreign type of armor...
There was a thud. The Prince, taking his eyes off of the ledge, forgot to grab, and went headfirst into the wall. He crashed to the ground, managed to open his eyes for second, and caught a glimpse of the woman standing over him, a pouch in her hand...
By ZenOfThunder