(Before I start, for those of you who have not beaten Warrior Within this will contain spoilers; BIG spoilers of the end, well, I should say the alternate ending. Besides that, this is my version of the next Prince of Persia game, whatever it may be.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Prince of Persia.)

One Last Chance:

Chapter One

The sun was beginning to set as the moon could be seen in full reflection over the ocean water. The Prince thought it was beautiful, and the beauty of it was a breath of fresh air. Years of fear and anger stored within him exfoliated, and he was glad. The Dahaka was dead, and he had escaped death for, what he hoped, was the last time.

"We're almost there, Babylon is so very close. I no longer I have to run, and can build a new life for myself, a life free from the violence and hatred of war and death," he thought, feeling the intricate blade he held at his side, raising it up and admiring its beauty.

"This very blade struck the Dahaka down, it freed me of any confines I had," the Prince murmured, studying the strange metal leaves attached around the metal blade, whose light blue tint glistened with the water.

"So, from what you explained, we should be there soon?"

The Prince slightly nudged his head in the direction of the voice as Kaileena approached him, her long brown hair swaying in the sudden wind.

He nodded. "Yes, very soon." Kaileena leaned over the railing, glancing around slightly.

"So tell me," she began, "about your country of Persia." The Prince sighed. "From my first day of realizing my home and my place there, I've always thought it was magnificent. The cities are grand and many, and on days such as this, the great structures and buildings glisten gold in the sunlight, almost as if they-

The Prince stopped abruptly, his eyes widening as he noticed pillars of smoke raising in the distance. The water's serene color was soon overcame by an extreme red light and haze as they approached the source of what seemed to be a massive fire.

His mouth grew parched as a great sense of fear overcame him. He could see it; the great shores of his home were caught in an inferno, fires raging throughout.

"W- What have I done!" the Prince exclaimed as their vessel began to increase in speed as the waves grew in intensity and power.

Kaileena noticed this as well, hiding her surprise as the Prince began to un- strap the sails while the wind became more and more violent. "We must hurry; now that the wind is with us!" the Prince yelled, untying the last strap and running over to the front of the ship.

Now that they were at an accurate distance away, the Prince could study the situation. There was a war, or at least what seemed to be. Persian soldiers could be seen battling with what seemed to be Indian soldiers, which could only mean there was an attack by the Majaraha on Persia.

The Prince gritted his teeth as the bay came into full view. "Why? I averted our army's attack on the palace, and that was more than a year ago. Could my father have attacked again, or am I the one to blame? Could my interferences in the timeline have caused this?"

"This has a connection with an event in the past," Kaileena stated. The Prince faced her. "What do you mean? What could I have done!"

The woman sighed. "I cannot be sure Prince; the strengths I held at the Isle of Time are weak, and the situation is very strange."

The Prince was about to respond when he heard the soaring of arrows. Whoever truly was attacking Babylon had noticed their ship, and from what the Prince assumed, thought they were enemies.

Instinct took over as he pushed Kaileena down, avoiding the shower of arrows as two hooked ropes impaled the ship, allowing a modest sum of soldiers to invade.

The attackers rushed the two, not even bothering to demand an identification of some sort. The Prince responded angrily, a fury which he had never experienced before enveloped him, and he struck his first opponent down with one slash. He vaulted over the next soldier, impaling him and then in a flash of gore, severed his head. He then quickly speared the third soldier through the abdomen as he attempted an attack on the Prince.

The final two soldiers, shocked, ran off the boat and into the city.

The Prince sheathed his weapon away and climbed off of the ship as did Kaileena.

"Father, I'm coming."

(I'm sorry if this first chapter seemed short, but I'm pretty sure they'll get longer. Please R&R!)