One Last Chance:
Chapter Ten
Kamal grinned happily as he examined the chamber; everything was going according to his plan, everything. Once Farah was sacrificed he would gain control over the Cobra Sword and the Water Sword; with their power he could bend time to his every whim and desire.
He chuckled and looked around, suddenly noticing the Prince standing upon a small set of steps leading to the upper floors.
"Ah, so you finally decided to join us," he stated while slowly approaching the Prince, who was calmly eyeing their settings. The soldiers standing around the altar had noticed this intrusion and had readied themselves.
"Well, I'm somewhat surprised that Hesam failed to stop you; whatever happened to him?"
"He's dead," the Prince replied coldly, his gaze meeting that of Kamal's. "Hmm, I see, well it does not matter; you are too late. The ceremony will soon be complete, and once this girl's soul has been offered, I will gain control of time itself; you cannot stop me."
The Prince frowned. "We shall seeā¦" He leaped into the air, preparing to attack his alter ego, but the soldiers in the room advanced forward and drew their weapons. The Prince cried out and effortlessly slashed through them, his sword splattering blood across the floor as the mutilated bodies fell.
Kamal cleared his throat. "You seem to be angry, well, I suppose you have the right to be. So then, are you going to kill me? If that is what you are planning, it is impossible. The both of us cannot take the life of the other."
"Then I will have to make you suffer!" the Prince exclaimed and rushed at his adversary; his blade raised above his head. Kamal merely unsheathed the Water Sword from his back and blocked the attack.
"It is useless to attempt to fight me; I am superior to you."
"We will see if that is true!" The Prince slashed horizontally, but Kamal back flipped and then jumped over his opponent, slicing him in the back. Blood fell from the Prince's back as he fell to his knees. "In only a matter of seconds I have disabled you; I would recommend you do not get up."
The Prince roared and rolled forward, quickly standing and attacking with a combo. Kamal swiftly blocked and avoided the assault; he retaliated by knocking the blade away and kicking his opponent to the floor.
The Prince only became more infuriated and lunged at Kamal, knocking him down. "Damn you! You are the responsible for ruining my entire life!" he shouted before attempting a punch, which Kamal caught with his left hand. "You blame me? But you are the one who is truly at fault." He then pounded his own fist into the Prince's left cheek. The impact slammed him to the floor.
The Prince spat out some blood and began to stand before Kamal kicked him against the altar. "Face it you fool, you are the one responsible for the death of your father and brothers. Had you not found the Dagger of Time none of this would have happened; that falling boulder would have killed you, and the Dahaka would not have had to chase you around the world. In the end, everyone except for yourself would be fine, and the dagger would have been lost. But that is not so, and you must accept that, as I have."
The Prince sat up and leaned against the altar, watching as Kamal neared him. "I may not be able to finish you, but I can stop you from interfering any longer."
He then swung his blade, but the Prince quickly reached for the sword wedged into the altar. He jerked it out, and to Kamal's surprise, it slid out easily, meeting the tip of the Water Sword and colliding.
Kamal was forced back and a distortion in the air became apparent. It resembled that of a large tear, flapping wildly as a bright light shot out from it.
"Well, how very convenient; I will not need the Cobra Sword any longer," he stated while approaching the rift. "Perhaps we will meet again, but I highly doubt it." He then walked into the light and disappeared as the room began to tremble violently. Debris fell from the ceiling and cracks appeared in the floor. Water began to seep in.
The Prince ground his teeth and slowly stood up, using the altar as support. He quickly sheathed the sword away and climbed up onto the structure; he released Farah from the cross and jumped down. She was unconscious, but still very alive.
He glanced around the room, searching for an exit. Seeing none, he reluctantly held Farah's limp body in his arms and ran through the light.
Saeedeh sat upon a small piece of debris and sighed. "I was only a young child when my mother and I died. It was much too long ago for me to remember how, but I never knew my mother. That is why I have been searching for her these past six years. My spirit has been aging, and I was starting to realize that I would most likely never find her, until, however, just a few days ago. The Prince, the one responsible for her death, had also given me access to finding her."
Kaileena rubbed her eyes. "What did the Prince do to have caused your mother's death?"
The girl sighed. "I am not sure, but his meddling with time made her sick, and she passed away. I was hoping I would find her somewhere, but I did not, and I finally realize why."
Kaileena glanced at the ground as Saeedeh smiled. "I had been looking in the wrong place the entire time. She had always been there, right in front of me, but I did not realize that she had been existing in a time and place parallel to mine."
She approached Kaileena and grasped her hand gently. "It is because you are my mother, Kaileena. You may not be the same one of gave birth to me, but I do not care; I finally found you!"
Kaileena backed away. "That cannot be possible! The Timeline never showed me a separate reality to my own."
"It would not have; time is different between our realities." Saeedeh frowned. "You need not be frightened of me, mother, but I must bring justice to my home. The youngest prince of Persia will be punished for what he did to you!"
