(To tell you the truth, I felt the first chapter wasn't that, should I say, good for an introductory chapter, and I'll try to make up for it here. Aside from that, I'll TRY to update every week or sooner, but I cannot guarantee anything regarding that. Oh well, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Oh, and Rin, the game isn't very short, and if you liked the first one it's definitely worth your time, in my opinion.)

One Last Chance:

Chapter Two

Countless thoughts swarmed in and out of the Prince's head; each questioned what action he had ever done, what he could have done differently.

He had not visited his home in over six years, and he was certainly afraid; more afraid though, of the safety of his father and brother.

An arguably two hours had passed since the Prince and Kaileena had arrived at the city, and most of whatever battle had occurred was already done. Corpses littered the streets, and many once beautiful gardens and buildings had been torn apart.

The Prince fought back tears as he ran through the main street which would eventually lead to the royal palace; the place which had been his home since he was a child, and yet he now felt regret, whether it was of lost time he did not know.

He stopped abruptly near the crossroads before the palace, studying his surroundings. Kaileena felt the need for a rest, but she had trouble feeling what the Prince was feeling. Her only home had been the Isle of Time, and that was truly the only place she had resided her entire life up until that point.

"You were meant to remain there; to die there, Kaileena." The voice had echoed within her mind for that one instant, seeming to come from all directions.

"Did you hear that?" she asked slowly, attempting to keep her voice low and hidden. "Hear what?" the Prince responded, edging his hand towards the hilt of his sword.

Kaileena cleared her throat quietly before answering, "That voice; a child was speaking."

The Prince turned to face her, gradually lowering his hand from his blade. "What are you talking about? There is no child around here; I'm sure no one survived."

The Prince's voice acquired a quiet, solemn tone when he finished his sentence. "Why wasn't I here when this happened?" he muttered, closing his eyes and turning back to the direction of the palace.

"There's no point in thinking about something we have no idea of. We must hurry to my father's palace."

He then heard the sound of distorted air; the sound of arrows flying towards their target.

The Prince swerved around in the direction of the projectile just before it struck his right arm. He let out a small whimper of pain as a small unit of enemy soldiers surrounded them.

"Damn, they were waiting for us," he thought as three archers prepared their bows.

"No, don't kill them yet." That voice, the Prince had heard it numerous times before; it was the voice of his father's most elite soldier, the man who, since the last time the Prince had seen him, was the leader of his father's most skilled bodyguards.

"Hesam! Please… Tell me what has happened!" the Prince asked urgently, still grasping the arrow submerged in his arm.

Hesam chuckled. He wore a dark blue uniform, with buckles fastened around each of his arms, as well as leather boots with a sword strapped to his side. His somewhat long hair flowed down his neck, and his gentle green eyes settled upon the Prince.

From what the Prince observed, Hesam had aged in the long seven years. His hair held a faded gray, splattered around black, and slight wrinkles could be seen dotted around his face.

"Ah, my Prince, you have grown so much. You are a true adult!"

The Prince gritted his teeth. "Answer my question Hesam! I am in no mood for games; what has happened here!"

The older man smirked and glanced to his soldiers. "Yes my Prince, that is a very crucial matter indeed. The reason that you kneel before me this day, is because you are a criminal; a criminal owned by your own country.

"A criminal, for what reason have I been named as such!"

Anger and fury exploded within the Prince as Hesam sighed. "You have been charged with treason, my Prince, and our great king has condemned you to death."

"My father?" he replied, his breathing enhancing.

"Unfortunately, this order was not of your father's, but of one who is much superior to even yourself."

"Who, then, is that?"

"I am sorry my Prince, but you and your lady friend will not survive long enough to find the answer to that question, unless you cooperate willingly."

"Cooperate, for what?" the Prince asked eagerly, only for Hesam to laugh. "If you come to the palace with me, all will be explained."

The Prince stood up, jerking the arrow from his arm. "Tell me now Hesam, or I won't hesitate to force the answer from you."

The man chuckled once more, raising his hand. "No, and so you leave me no other option, capture him alive."

"You just stated you would kill us, correct?" Kaileena stammered.

Hesam smiled. "Perhaps my dear, I changed my mind."

Just as he finished the sentence, the soldiers attacked, and the Prince quickly back- flipped out of the way. Kailleena effortlessly disabled her attacker and stripped him of his sword as the Prince slashed one soldier down and impaled the next one, stealing his weapon and jamming it into the third soldier's shoulder.

Hesam watched the battle, studying the Prince's moves and skills, noticing he had created his own style of fighting. The young woman was no less spectacular in wielding a sword, and the two quickly dismantled the troupe of attackers

Hesam began to clap as the last soldier fell; the Prince sheathed his blood- stained blade and stared at Hesam with an expression of true hatred.

"Very impressive my Prince," he began, "but did you believe it would be so, shall I say, simple?"

"What do you-," the Prince started, but Kaillena was quickly knocked unconscious by ano0ther soldier.

"Kaileena!" he exclaimed, but was kicked in the abdomen by a second soldier, forcing him to his knees.

"My Prince, surely you did not think your absence would come with no consequence?"

"What… is that supposed to mean… Hesam?"

The man merely shook his head, and the soldier smashed the Prince with his fist, knocking him out.