(Well, it seems by killing off two of the main characters I've saddened some of you, but fear not, for I know what I'm doing. Now I guess I'll respond to each of your reviews.)

Lady Discord: I can't really tell you anything without spoiling the story, so you'll just have to wait and read; that's okay with you, right? On a side note, though, the Dahaka's gone. Yeah, and Kaileena's really dead, you know, like the 'not breathing' death, yeah. And no, once I finish this story I'll probably start production on a Warrior Within parody, followed by a Sands of Time one, so I'm not done with writing PoP fics.

fallen angel overlord: Sorry about killing her, but again, I can't tell you anything without spoiling most of the story. I don't even know how to pronounce Saeedeh's name, so don't feel too bad. If she reminds you of Samara or that Japanese woman whose name I fail to recall than sorry, but at least I didn't make all her hair fall in front of her face.

JRV(Jay Are Vee): You don't control me, you damn monster!

One Last Chance:

Chapter Sixteen

The Prince remained on his knees, arms outstretched, hands supporting him from falling completely. The Cobra Sword lay a few feet away from him, its blade painted with blood.

Arad had watched the entire event, and he was extremely confused. His eyes caught sight of the Dagger on the floor beside the woman's deceased body. He began to reach for it when his younger brother ran into the room.

"A-Arad! Thank the heavens!" the past Prince exclaimed while running up to his brother. "Brother? Wa-,"

"I'm glad you are safe!"

Arad could barely speak as his younger sibling embraced him in a hug. Massoud fidgeted and approached the present Prince, kneeling down on one leg. "Hey, are you all right?"

"No…" he muttered, looking up into Massoud's eyes. "I… I killed her again, just like at the Island of Time. And now, there is no way to save my father or Babylon. Kamal did his share of damage to both of these timelines, but in reality, I doomed us all…"

Massoud sighed and placed his hands on the Prince's shoulders, shaking him slightly. "What are you doing? Giving up? This is not the time to surrender! The past is gone! We cannot save Babylon, or Kaileena, but there is still hope. Lives are still in danger!"

The Prince chuckled quietly, shaking his head. "I am no her, Massoud, none of us are. You betrayed us, I was too weak… Can you not see? It's over; there is nothing more that we can do!"

Massoud winced and stood after a few moments. "Whatever happened to you? When we were children, I was a commoner, and you were royalty, yet I somehow always snuck past the guards so that we could play. Or was it because the guards knew, and they felt it would be the right thing to do to allow me access?" He shook his head. "I suppose it is over…"

He turned and began to walk towards the entrance, but Farah stopped him. "Where are you off to?"

"Anywhere," he replied, opening the door and exiting, but Farah followed after him.

"Wait, please!" she called out to him as he began to leave. The sun had risen high into the sky, its rays scorching the city.

"What is it?" he asked, turning to face her. Farah approached him and sighed. "I'm afraid… I have not been as truthful as I should've been."

"What do you mean?"

"When you freed me from the temporary dungeons in Babylon, did it not seem strange to you that I was the only one imprisoned there?"

"Well, it was peculiar…"

"Yes, and it would be illogical if I was not moved to a permanent cell in my imprisonment."

Massoud backed away slightly. "You're saying… you were not a prisoner there, are you not?"

Farah sighed again. "Correct. Seven years ago, the Persian army attacked my father's empire. Many of the maidens and animals were captured and taken prisoner, and I was one of them."

"Of course…"

"Well," Farah continued, "after a few months, one of the king's sons and I fell in love; his name was Arad."

Massoud flinched. "Arad? The same man still inside the palace?"

"Yes, but it was his 'alternate', as you know. We married, and lived peacefully in the palace; this caused a peace between my father's army and Persia, after I stated I was the Maharajah's daughter."

Massoud rubbed his eyes. "That is, until Babylon was attacked, correct?"

"Yes; Arad, and most of the people within the palace were slain, but I ran, hiding within the dungeon."

"And just by simple coincidence he, Kaileena, and I were there," he confirmed, however, the Prince's story of the Sands of Time still lingered in the back of his head.

She nodded. "I was going to tell you all, but it did not feel… right…" Massoud closed his eyes. "I will not inform our friend of this if you do not want to."

"Thank you…" Farah answered.

The Prince rose to his feet slowly, his eyes scanning the room. He was slightly disorientated when Arad approached him, however.

"Sir, I believe you should have this," he stated, holding the Dagger of Time out to the Prince, who only glanced at it. "Arad…" he thought.

"Why?" he asked sternly, looking Arad straight in the eye. "Well, I have no more need of it, and it seems you will need it far more than I ever will."

The past Prince clutched his wound slightly, the pain returned gradually as the present Prince took the Dagger out of his hand; his mind suddenly went back to that day in Azad more than seven years ago….

He shook it off and placed the Dagger within the small sheath strapped to the side of his left leg. He then turned and began walking towards the Cobra Sword, picking it up slowly. "Both of these swords have tasted blood… their thirst will never be quenched…" he muttered before sheathing it away.

The Prince proceeded to take the Water Sword as well. He reached for the Cobra Sword with his free left hand and held both so that they faced each other.

"What are you going to do?" Arad questioned while walking up to his alternate brother. "When they come back in, do not allow them to follow me," the Prince ordered before swiping the swords, their blades connecting. He grasped the handles tightly and completed the slash, creating another rift in the air.

Without another word, he leaped through the portal.

"Mommy… where are you…?" the younger Saeedeh mumbled, tears forming in her eyes. She sat on a circular platform of some sort; the temperature was extremely low in the dark chamber, causing the girl to embrace herself.

"Mommy is within you and me," another, somewhat childish voice spoke out. "We only need to release her…"

The younger Saeedeh looked around, her eyes filled with water. "No…I want Mommy!" she exclaimed while beginning to cry.

"No tears…"

The girl slowed her breathing and tried to stop, but the liquid continued to seep out. "Mommy will be with us soon… Very soon…" the voice stated as another, older girl walked up beside Saeedeh.

"Yes, very soon…"

(That was a short chapter… damn…)