Escape/Who Is She?

The dagger of time is very dangerous if used.
Those who use it will reap what that sue.
The flow of time can never be restored.
Who am I kidding I'm still alive aren't I…

"Here, eat this." He said in a deep and scratchy voice, as he tossed me a beaten up loaf of bread and a halve filled canteen of water. At this point though I didn't care for what I was eating as long as I was eating. His generosity surprised me, yet the fact that he left my cell open and the door accessible made me feel inferior.

"Who are you?" I asked, as I tried to tear through the bread with my teeth.

"Aren't we pushy," he said as he grabbed a chair to sit down in, "My name's Viron." After a brief silence he continued. "I'd ask you yours but I doubt you'd tell me, at least not the truth anyways. Am I right."

"Humph," I grunted as I finished the last of the bread and hurriedly drank the water, "What do you want with me for?"

"And why do you assume that I want you?" He replied.

"Well I doubt that I'm alive for my good looks." I said, trying to keep him talking.

"Hmmm," he said smiling, "You're smarter than you look. I do want you for something. You see, I was there when you snuck into the Maharajah palace."

"Wha-what do you mean?" I said with a slight scared shriek in my voice. I feared that he truly did speak the truth and what else he knew.

"Please don't play coy, it doesn't suit you. You see, I saw you that evening as you entered the princess' balcony window. At first I thought you were trying some love-bit-act and I was going to allow your fun and go on with my plans. Then I noticed that you were a Persian and one of high order, this caught my attention. I mean it's no secret of the hate shared between the Maharajah and king Sharaman."

"You're right the hate between Persia and India grows very deep," Which was true, Persia's hate for India ran very deep even before my father came to throne. My father's plan original plan was to conquer India's capitol city, a feat that no Persian king succeeded at. With the Vizier's help my father would have succeeded as I'm assured of the fact. But that was another time and who knows how that works. "But don't tell me you're a sob for love stories or you might lower my opinion of you." I said, but only to give him a reason to continue. The truth was I was intrigued about how much he knew and even more intrigued to find out what he was doing at the palace in the first place.

"Humph, maybe I am." He said with a sly grin. "But if you don't mind I would like to continue. As I saying you shocked me. So I followed you in search of answers. I had heard most of your story, all the way to when Farah had died. Then the Vizier appeared and I fled. Yet I didn't go far. You see I now possess the dagger that you gave up." He then pulled out what I couldn't believe was the dagger of time.

I sat up from the cell floor in great shock and said with great error in my voice, "B-but h-how," but before he could answer someone busted through the doorway in a hurry.

"Viron," the man said out of breath, "we have a visitor and she wants that dagger."

"Marion is it really her?" Viron replied, as he returned the dagger to his side.

"Yes, but it's no greeting call. She has already taken out most of my men."

"Lets go!" Viron returned, as he and Marion rushed outside the door.

At this point I felt pulled any many directions as confusion and chaos ruled my mind. First there was the need to get the dagger from Viron, who I felt has a story of his own to tell. Then there was my inquisitive side, that drew me to find out how so many people had grew to know of the dagger and who was this women that attacked. Did I release the information through my story or was there another force at work that I knew nothing of? The most worrying thing that crossed my mind was what had happened to Farah and if Viron had hurt her to get the dagger. If he had I would have stopped at nothing to get revenge. With all the choices I had to make only one stood above the rest and that was to escape.

As I searched for a way out all I saw where empty corridors, baths, kitchens, and training areas. I began to realize that this was a base area of some sort and not just a prison. I continued to run when I came upon a room full of weapons. I saw many strange swords, bows and arrows, daggers and other weapons I didn't even recognized. Most of the weapons looked like they were being collected, as they hung on the wall in glass cases. But the ones that showed the greatest care in craftsmanship appeared to still be in use. I had wished to experiment with each sword, but time was running out. I grabbed one lying next to the door and continued to run. As I made my way through the base I came to the assumption that I was almost out. This assumption came only to the numbers of dead bodies scattered on the floor and pinned to the wall. Each body was filled with multiple star shaped blades. This drew me to the attention that the women who attacked was not from this or any other land I had ever heard of. The carnage that had been done made me quite ill, I say this only cause my most recent sights of death were creatures made of sand. I appeared to what had seem to be the entrance which was now the exit, at least for me anyways.

Then I saw her, fighting Viron with a strange foreign blade. She was the most beautiful warrior I had ever seen. She wore a black silk gown that had no restrictions preventing her to fight. She handled her sword like a master of art, even though her long red-brown hair sat across her face. After she had jumped back from Viron's attack I caught a glimpse of her eyes as they met mine. The beauty of her dark green eyes shimmered as a jade jewel would in the desert sands while the sun was at its peak. She was then confronted by Marion who struck from behind however she dodged his attack with ease and side scrolled him with a kick, still while floating amongst the ground. The way she perfected her attacks were amazing, but I could not stay and watch. I grabbed a black horse which was tied to a column and rode off west to the dieing sun. All I could do was wonder who was she?