A/N: Alright everyone! Sorry I took so long, but here it is! The final chapter in the God of Time. I just want to say thanks to everyone who read the story and supported it, (especially those that reviewed) I hope that you all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. So without further ado, the last chapter!
Chapter 12 Finale
The Prince suddenly found himself lying against a cold hard surface. Miraculously, the surface seemed to have no uncomfortable effect on his person. His muscles, that had become tense and weary from battle, were now rejuvenated and strong. His breathing had returned to normal, and as he checked his arms and legs, all his wounds and scars had been alleviated from his body. He took long smooth breaths of relief, finally realizing that he was back in the throne room. The golden hues of the torches were a familiar sight.
Quivering slightly, he slowly rose to his feet and swung the massive sword that rested in his palms. At first it seemed heavy and awkward, but soon felt as lightweight as a pebble. He felt so powerful! So magnificent! Nothing could stop him from killing the god!
"You're back?" A hateful voice resounded through the air. It seemed fairly shocked, but had no sound of worry in it. "I wonder how you managed that, Prince? Even I, a god, have never witnessed one returning himself back from the dead."
The Prince turned to face the god once again. The entity still retained his monstrous form. "I didn't return myself, I had help."
"From whom?"
"From the ones whose lives you mercilessly shattered piece by piece!"
The god smiled. "Oh. I assume you mean my children. Pests, they are. I'll be sure to deal with them once I kill you again. And this time you won't be brought back."
The Prince spun his sword in his hand, doing his best to intimidate the god. "I won't have to be brought back. Because I'm stronger now, and you'll be the one being knocked into Repentance!"
"Hmph. Stubborn, idiotic, fool. You never learn your lesson. Fine! If I must kill you again! So be it!"
In a repeat of the start of the last battle, the god of time lunged forward striking his massive scythe at the Prince. Who just as last time, blocked the attack. The Prince scolded himself internally for a brief second for not moving, for he was sure that he would be blown back by the weapon. But—as he blocked the attack he felt a surge shoot through his legs. And his limbs became as heavy as steel. The blow was still powerful but it was bearable, and he wasn't flung back like a feather in the midst of a hurricane.
The god of time's eyes bucked out as he noticed the Prince stood his ground. He instantly became frustrated, for it was a disgrace to have a human be able to bear the strike of a god. Retaliating, he brought his fist around to the head of the Prince who simultaneously ducked the attempt and back flipped to a safer point.
"Impressive!" The god snarled. "But you still won't be able to defeat me! You need to understand this! I am a god! I am immortal!"
"Nothing is immortal you fool! I learned that fighting your children! Some beings just tend to be more powerful than others, placing them in a false state of reality that they cannot be defeated. But I will show you that today! I will show you that now you face your superior!"
The god roared and swung his scythe in front of him. A massive black orb of light shot forth and at the Prince. Who side-flipped the projectile. As quickly as the Prince dodged the assault, the god bounded forward once again. This time extending his foot. The hit was successful and sent the Prince spiraling into the wall. But the god didn't hesitate, he leapt to the Prince and began to unleash a flurry and punches to the Prince's chest.
Each punch was a horrible pain for the Prince, but he could feel his chest tightening and hardening as each blow followed the other. The pain was still very much evident, but his body was configuring itself to handle the blows. The Prince felt relieved as the pain began to recede and he gained enough strength to raise his arm and knock the god aside with the blunt side of his blade.
The god was gasping terribly, and his voice was raspy. "You! How did you get so powerful? No mortal has even withstood an attack from me and lived! Yet you managed to strike me! I don't understand this! I am all powerful!"
The Prince stood and checked his chest. It was sore and there were several bruises, but nothing else. He met eyes with the disheveled god. "You don't understand because you won't accept the fact that you are not 'all powerful'! This is your time! Your time to be destroyed! Your time to be killed! You're time to be punished! You will now face the same pain and anguish you inflicted on all those poor people!"
The god remained silent and regained his footing. His head was bowed and he began to mutter something. The Prince leaned forward to try and hear and merely shouted at the god when his attempts were futile. The god responded: "No Prince. It is you who don't understand."
The ground suddenly began to rumble violently. The Prince was knocked backward but caught himself with his arms. The god continued to speak: "You don't understand how powerful I am. I AM THE VERY FOUNDATIONS OF EARTH AND TIME ITSELF! I CONTROL EVERYTHING! HOW DARE YOU EXPEC TO ME TO FALL AND ACCEPT DEFEAT SO EASILY!"
A sphere of black static began to encircle the god as he roared. Trails of sparks began to breech forth from the sphere and find their paths among the trembling walls. They sizzled and cackled violently as they took root upon the many layers of the throne room. The heat in the room seemed to rise, and the Prince found himself slowly retreating.
The god of time, the Prince noticed, had begun to levitate in the sphere, and the orb itself was slowly rising into the air. As it neared the ceiling, golden shambles began to fall seemingly out of nowhere. They made huge recesses as they pounded the shuttering ground.
"You mad man!" The Prince hollered, his voice was muffled amidst the vibrations shockwaving through the castle. "What are you doing!"
The god's voice was considerably amplified. "You Prince, have angered me for the last time. I have never shown my full strength to anyone. Let alone a human. Feel honored as you witness my true form!"
The sphere blackened, and the Prince's stomach turned on itself. He couldn't possibly fathom what was about to occur, and it irked him to know that. However, his attention briefly diverted as he quickly dodged a falling slab of gold. His only hope for the moment, was to escape.
He quickly spun around and ran through the throne room entrance. It had become partially blocked by the dismembered materials of the castle, but there had been just enough room for him to slide through. The outside hall had become broken and the falling sections of the castle were strewn about it. In almost a daze, the Prince dashed down the corridor. Dodging falling masses of gold and climbing over the pieces already embedded into the ground. He ran on instinct and memory, not knowing exactly where the entrance to the palace was. The Prince rounded another corner and found a staircase leading down. He knew he was only level with the entrance, but he hadn't enough time to run back. Stumbling, he made his way down the stairs.
The Prince cursed as he found himself in the cellar. It was huge, obviously amassing the entire bottom level of the castle. The cages were mostly empty, and when occupied were filled with the dead bodies of several women who the Prince could tell were attractive when they were alive.
Damn that god. I'll kill him for all you women. The Prince thought of Kaileena.
Above him the rumbling grew worse, and the Prince soon realized that the entire castle would cave in on him very soon if he stayed in the cellar.
"I have no time to climb back up to the higher levels. By the time I do that the castle will kill me. I have to get out through the cellar." He nervously looked about. Seeing nothing but stone walls. The cellar was dark and unwelcoming, nothing like the golden pallet of the walls upstairs. "There's no way out…at least, not an obvious one." The Prince quickly gripped his sword and ran near a corner of the cellar. The wall was rigid with no defects in it. Cursing, the Prince moved to another corner. Same, to another, it was just as sturdy. Abandoning the corners he began to search sporadically along the walls. His instability increasing as the breakings in the castle seemed to get louder and fiercer. The Prince coughed as pieces of dusty rock began to fall from the cellar ceiling. The cellar was beginning to break. He had to hurry.
Finally, he found what he was searching for. A deep crack was situated in the wall. It wasn't very large, but it's location in the center of wall would be enough. Pulling on his sword, the Prince took a deep breath, reared back and heaved forth his blade with as much strength he could muster. The weapon shattered through the wall and a gush of water quickly rushed in.
"Not exactly where I wanted it. But beggars can't be choosers." Fighting against the current, the Prince quickly dove into the opening and push forth through the water with all his might.
The Prince climbed out of the river he had inadvertently breeched. It ran along the length of the castle and eventually into a moat that encircled the structure. He felt safe, for it was several yards away from the palace and he had a full view of it, and he gaped at what he saw.
The castle had become encircled in the same black orb of thunder as the god. What was inside the sphere he could not tell, for it was pitch black. But there was an odd pulsating emanating from it. The Prince, it seemed, had gotten out of the castle just in time.
"What am I about to face?" He thought aridly.
Prince…
What? What is this? A voice?
Prince…it's me…
Me? Kai? Kaileena! You're not dead?
I was, almost. Remember I told you that when you nearly killed me on the Island of Time that I used the surrounding sands to preserve my life force?
Ah! So you used that trick again?
Yes, the castle is abundant with sands. But, you saved me.
What? How?
This trick will not work unless my body stays intact. But I couldn't revive myself as long as my father was still present. So I was trapped, but luckily you came back and got him to immerse himself in that—thing. He was distracted enough for me to turn my body into the sands and teleport somewhere else.
Where are you now?
Behind you.
The Prince spun around and smiled with he saw the tired looking figure of his love. Her skin was filtered with dirt and her clothes were filled with dried blood. She stayed all the more beautiful to him.
"Why do that?" He scolded. "Just tell me that you're here."
"I did not want to frighten you. I thought that if I just tapped you on your shoulder you might strike me in franticness." The Prince knew she was right. He looked down to see that her hands were empty.
"Where are your swords?" The Prince asked.
"They are in the castle and are most likely destroyed now. I would've taken them with me but it's very difficult. I can transport myself with that power, but to transport things other than myself is a different matter. Don't you think I would've gotten you out of there had I the ability?"
"Hmm, I suppose so. Luckily I managed to get out on my own."
Kaileena quickly looked at the giant black abyss surrounding the castle. "Do you know what that is?" She asked the Prince, who shook his head.
"No, I supposed you would know. He said that it would be his 'true form'. I assume it is nothing short of powerful."
Kaileena noticed the Pirnce's glowing blade. "A gift from my siblings, huh?"
"Yes."
The Prince and Kaileena were suddenly knocked back as an explosive invisible wave burst forth and knocked them to the ground. The entire island began to shudder and darken as the gigantic black orb began to expand.
"It's happening! Get ready Prince!" Kaileena screamed. Almost as if on cue a giant extension pierced through the side of the orb, of what type was indistinguishable. It was followed by another on the opposite side. Two more extensions stretched forth from the bottom.
"Arms and legs." The Prince said calmly. "I think I know what you're father's true from is."
Just then a head extended from the top of the orb. It was huge, and covered in what seemed to be snaky tentacles. The arms and legs of the beast became more defined, fingers began to form, each as wide as the Prince himself. Though much longer. The even lines of muscles began to show, as well as thick veins that covered the beast. The last thing to materialize, were two pale eyes. A monstrous, gigantic Dahaka stood in front of them.
"My father is a Dahaka!" Kaileena screamed. "That's where he got the idea for them! He is one himself!"
The Prince was sweating profusely and his bones seemed to become as rigid as if he grew several decades older. "How are we supposed to defeat that?"
Kaileena placed her hand on his shoulder. "You can do it. After all, he's just a god." The Prince wondered how she managed to smirk as she said that. But her faith renewed him. He smiled as well. "Yes, that is all he is."
The Dahaka roared as it clapped its massive hands together, sending another piercing shockwave across the island. The Prince raised his sword in defense, which created a small golden veil of light that protected Kaileena and him from getting thrown back. The force still caused them to get pushed back a few yards however.
"We must find a way to reach him." Kaileena said. "But how can we? His shockwave keep knocking us back and I doubt that striking him with your sword will kill him."
The Prince shook his head. "No, a strike will kill him. It just has to be in the right place."
Kaileena glanced back at the Dahaka. "And where, perhaps, is the right place?"
Her lover merely walked forward a bit and pointed his blade high at the Dahaka's face.
"That black section, where his eyes are. Every point on the Dahaka is armored in some way shape or form. Except for the small areas were his eyes are. I believe that if we can manage to strike that area with this sword, it will kill him once and for all."
"It's not that simple Prince. Suppose your idea does work, we still have to figure out how to get up to his eye level. His entire girth is nearly taking up the whole island."
"True, but I don't think he knows where we are just yet. That's why he's doing those random shockwave attacks. In hopes of just killing us, or at least flushing us out of our hiding place. We have a little time to figure out how to restrain him so I can reach his eyes."
"Restrain him? How are we supposed to do that?"
"I don't know. Can't you use your power or something?"
"My power isn't enough! At least—not now."
"What does that mean?"
"He's too strong right now. But if we were to weaken him a bit. I may be able to restrain him using my power. And now that I think about it. This island is full of time energy. While you are weakening him, I can be storing up as much power as I can get from the island."
"So we have a plan?"
"If you can weaken him first."
"Fine, I'll do that." The Prince spun his sword between his hands and sped forth towards the monster. It still roared and pelted random areas with bursts of shockwaves whenever it could. As he neared, the Prince quickly tried to assess all his possible strategies. The easy thing to do would be to start at the bottom and work his way up. The god would also be at a disadvantage if the Prince was so low to the ground. His body became heated with adrenaline as he proceeded.
The beast seemed to gain even more height as he got closer, and it soon directed its attention back in the general area of the Prince. It widened its limbs to it's full arm span, and the Prince prepared himself to guard against another shockwave, but instead of clapping it's hands together, massive balls of black flame conjured in the monster's palms. With a roar it threw them fiercely at the land below him.
The resulting explosion knocked the Prince off his feet and back a few yards before he could regain his footing. He's getting impatient. The Prince thought. And now I've got another thing to worry about. The Prince was referring to the black flame that had engulfed the entire forest and was spreading. He stood and proceeded towards the monster once again, hoping Kaileena's concentration hadn't been broken.
At last he reached the base of the god Dahaka and the Prince still had remained unnoticed. The powerful entity had now resorted to more drastic measures. Not only was it firing shockwaves and flames but it had now begun to slam generated tendrils on either sides of the island. The continent would be destroyed if the Dahaka kept its pace, the Prince decided.
The young warrior had gotten ready to strike the monster in its ankle when a deep voice bellowed across the continent.
WHERE ARE YOU PRINCE! I CAN FEEL YORU PRESCENCE! DO NOT THINK I WILL LET YOU ESCAPE!
The voice was the most ominous the Prince had ever heard from the God of Time. Yet he comforted in the assurance that the god still didn't know his location. Taking a breath he leapt forward and struck the beast across it's ankle before somersault out of sight.
The yelped in a grotesque screech before stomping his foot hard to the ground. The Prince grabbed on to a tree to keep his footing. The god Dahaka roared again.
CURSE YOU PRINCE! I'LL FIND YOU! YOU WERE JUST HERE!
More shockwaves and fireballs. Each kept missing their mark, and luckily Kaileena seemed to be positioned too far away to be hit by the projectiles. The Prince felt it was rather odd that the Dahaka chose to hit every spot except just under him. The Prince would've surely been killed if the Dahaka decided to fire in its own area.
"If he's so confused about where we are why don't we just leave on our ship now?" He sighed, knowing that this was a very impossible possibility. He watched the Dahaka carefully. Just a few more moments and he would be able to attack again. The remaining ankle would be his next target. The Prince smiled when he noticed that the already damaged ankle was oozing black blood and shining a bright gold. As long as the wound remained evident he still had hope that this monster could be defeated.
But—suddenly, it didn't seem as easy. The strength and drive he had was slowly starting to fade away. His limbs were become lighter and eventually limper. He leaned against a tree and began sliding down the length of it as a yawn escaped.
"What is this sudden weakness?" His head slumped to the side just in time to notice a fully bloomed flower revert to a weakened weed. "It was drained of its strength…what's draining it?" He looked up at the gregarious Dahaka, it was still pelting bolts of fire. Even the black fire that had engulfed many of the continent's trees seemed tame.
"Then what's draining…?" The Prince paused as the flower erupted into a pile of glowing sands and swept swiftly out of sight as if being called by something. "It's Kaileena!" He exclaimed weakly. "Her sand absorption is draining everything in the forest including…me…" He collapsed to the ground.
Prince! Prince! Kaileena called desperately. Prince! Answer me! Where are you? Surely he couldn't have been hit? Prince! Prince! Please answer!
Silence.
Panicking, Kaileena quickly halted her absorbing process and sped forward in the same direction as the Prince. She knew that he had a special life force of sand that she could feel, most humans do, that was how she could sense his presence on her island. Though the exact locations of a person remain a mystery to her. As she neared the Dahaka's attacks were getting even more ferocious, they still consisted of the same projectiles, but her threw them more swiftly and in greater number. The black fire engulfing the whole island was starting to take effect as well—Kaileena was having trouble breathing.
Kaileena dwelled on the thought that she would soon sense his sand energy. If he still was alive, she would be able to sense his—sands…it occurred to her.
That's right! It's been in front of me all along! The Prince does have sand! If I'm draining the island it's probably draining his strength to. I have to find him!
A smoldering tree tilted and fell just in front of her. She leapt backward just in time to avoid the collision and continued. Things were going very wrong. If the Prince remained stationary he could easily be hit by one of her father's attacks, even worse, be seen by her father. The fire was making it very difficult to traverse the forest because of the dark haze it was creating, Kaileena still also had no idea if the Prince kept going in this direction or made a detour.
Kaileena stopped upon feeling hopelessness.
"Running around frantically won't help. I'm better off relinquishing some of the Sand I absorbed. Hopefully some will reach him in time." Her grasped both her shoulders with the respective opposite hands, kneeled to the ground and began concentrating. With a deep breath she began to open her mind to the surroundings. The trees, the ground, the rivers, lakes, and she pictured the Prince as well hoping that the Sands would reach out to him. When her veins seemed to tighten she knew that it was happening.
AH-HA! THE PRINCE! She heard the Dahaka call. Kaileena quickly opened her eyes and screamed as a towering palm enveloped her.
WHAT? The Dahaka cried in disbelief. YOU? YOU'RE STILL ALIVE? YOU JUST DON'T DIE WILL YOU MY DAUGHTER?
His grip was impenetrable and just being engrossed in it made Kaileena feel as if she would shatter at any moment.
HMMM…MAYBE THIS IS FOR THE BETTER. TELL ME, WHERE IS YOUR LOVER KAILEENA?
She swallowed spit in an effort to breathe. "I'll—never—tell—you."
MOST PREDICTABLE. KAILEENA, LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING NOW. YOU'VE LOST. I HAVE YOU IN MY GRASP. WITH YOU IN DANGER THE PRINCE WILL SUCCUMB TO ANY OF MY WISHES. I HAVE POWER WITH YOU. YOU JUST SEEM TO HAVE THAT CONTROL WITH MEN. THAT'S WHY I ADMIRE YOU THE MOST. YOU GIVE POWER TO THE MEN THAT CONTROL YOU, AND THOSE WHO DON'T HAVE YOU WILL DO ANYTHING. I THINK YOU HAVE THE PRINCE HIS POWER IN THAT HE CONTROLLED YOU.
"He—didn't—control—me! He—loved—me! There's—a—difference!
IS THER REALLY? ARIA BELIEVED I LOVED HER, SO I WAS ABLE TO CONTROL HER. YOU AND THE PRINCE CONTROL EACH OTHER, YOU WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM, AS HE WOULD FOR YOU. THAT'S CONTROL MY DEAR. NO WAY TO SLICE IT. BUT MAYBE IT ISN'T AS MUCH LOVE AS IT IS CONTROL. I MEAN…IF HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH. WHERE IS HE NOW? NOT PROTECTING YOU I'M SURE.
Although it killed her to do it, Kaileena didn't respond. The god was trying to control her mind. Which surely wasn't going to work. She also couldn't risk telling him that she was the reason the Prince was currently immobile, otherwise she would renew his spirit and have him firing and stomping on every shrub of land he could find.
She looked around her. Being suspended high in the air gave her a view of the entire island. The beautiful utopia that had existed previously now was the solidified form of disparity. The black flames left the island looking desolate, the rivers had blackened, the sky was dark, and the massive palace had been destroyed. By now if that Sands were going to reach the Prince they would've. But she saw nor sense any sight of him. She hated to believe it, and it left a lump a throat just to think it. But she had possibly killed the Prince, and now her father was going to kill her. Hope was lost, and she had tried her best.
YOU'RE LOOKING TROUBLED. I GUESS YOU LOVER IS ALREADY DEAD AND YOU DO NOT WISH TO TELL ME.
"Don't—jump—to—conclusions." Her chest was in pain from the tight confines of her father's grasp. "I'm—just—saddened—at—what—has—happened—to—the—island." She lied.
REALLY? I GUESS YOU DID LIKE THIS LAND AFTER ALL. YOU SHOULD, YOUR MOTHER DID. I THE NIGHT I SLEPT WITH HER I SHOWED HER VISIONS OF THIS LAND. HER PITIFUL HUMAN MIND DIDN'T QUESTION HOW I ENABLED THE VISIONS, SHE JUST WANTED TO KNOW HOW I WOULD GET HER TO PARADISE. I TOLD HER THAT IF SHE STAYED AS BEAUTIFUL AS SHE WAS SHE WOULD GET TO COME HERE. AND I WASN'T LYING. SHE WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN WOMAN I HAD EVER COME FACE-TO-FACE WITH AFTER ARIA AND EVIA'S MOTHER. I WOULD'VE BROUGHT HER HERE. BUT SHE BECAME PREGNANT, AND UGLY. SO I STAYED WITH HER FOR THOSE SEVERAL MONTHS. SHE WENT ON AND ON ABOUT HOW PRETTY THE CHILD WOULD BE AND SHE WANTED TO GIVE YOU A GIFT WHEN YOU CAME. WHEN SHE HAD A GIRL I WAS ELATED. FOR MY PERSONAL REASONS. SHE GAVE ME THAT DISSHELVED RAG YOU'RE WERAING NOW AND TOLD ME IT WAS A SYMBOL OF HER LOVE FOR YOU. BUT SHE WAS UGLY NOW, AND USED, SO I MURDERED HER. AND TOOK YOU TO THIS ISLAND. I SHOULD'VE KILLED BOTH OF YOU!
"YOU SHOULD'VE!" A voice screamed that made Kaileena yelp with joy. The Prince came trumpeting out of the forest, vigorously slicing every part of the Dahaka's legs he could reach. The beast roared loudly and formed a black ball of flame in his free hand.
"NOW KAILEENA!" He yelled. Taking the command Kaileena summoned all her strength and groped her Sands around her father. He froze in place.
WHAT? WHAT IS THIS? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
"Taking—revenge—you—sick—demon!" Kaileena boomed. "Go—Prince!"
"GLADLY!" With memories of all the victims of this in his mind he stabbed his sword in the leg of the Dahaka. Using it as a makeshift bar he pulled himself up against the leg using the sword, and then vaulted upward pulling in the sword with him. When he reached a new height he stabbed the sword back into the flesh once again. Then when with a yell he vaulted upward once again, and once again taking the sword with him before placing it at a new length.
The Dahaka was shaking as he cringed at the pain and was trying to break free from Kaileena's control.
HOW? HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I'M MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU! HOW CAN I BE RESTARINED BY YOU'RE--! He stopped, for he turned to look at Kaileena, who was surrounded by the luminescent images of Evia, Aria, Decquaris, and Arlyn, all were focusing their strength. The Dahaka roared once again, illusion or not Kaileena was gaining the strength to subdue him, and the Prince had now vaulted to his shoulders.
"I can make it from here!" He yelled ominously to the Dahaka. "God of Time! I bet you are in disbelief of what is about to happen to you! For you seem to think that what makes you a god is the amount of strength you possess, or how immortal you claim yourself to be! But as you can see! All these factors matter not. For you are stronger than me! Yet I'm am about to outmatch you! You are more immortal than I am! Yet I am about to kill you! What makes you a god is the drive you have in your heat to protect others, had you protected anyone in your life, maybe it would be you killing me today. But it isn't! And I hope you think about that as the other 'gods' do as they wish with your soul! This is for all of the women you took advantage off, all the people you caused pain." Tears were in the Prince's eyes. "Everyone you hurt! Die!" He vaulted upward and struck his sword in the black unarmored abyss of the Dahaka's eyes, the god of time roared for one last time as his soul was thrown into a blazing den of fire.
The fire had stopped, and the sky was significantly brighter. Kaileena and the Prince were holding hands, making their way to where they hoped their boat would still be. They both were filthy, battered and beaten looking, yet they couldn't have felt any better.
"All this is over." The Prince said.
"I know." Kaileena responded happily. "But I think you'd be use to this feeling of finality by now. You saved your people from the Sands, and you saved from my Dahaka and my castle. Now you've just defeated a god. Ha ha, is there anything you can't do?"
The Prince smiled. "Yes, stay out of trouble." The both laughed, then stopped when they reached the part in the river where their boat—of lack thereof—was. It had now been reduced to mere powders of lumber and dirt.
"Well, guess we got a job on our hands." The Prince said.
"Guess so."
"Kaileena?"
"Yes?"
"I have a question. If the Dahaka's are what maintained time's balance, now that their all gone, how will the earth remain intact?"
"I truly don't know. But my father wasn't the only god. I'm sure the others will construct a way of solving the problem, if not, well—if not. We can't keep trying to solve everything, sometimes we just have to let time work out everything else. If it's destiny for the world to be alright, then it will be. Let's right now just take a break, and build this ship, relaxing is something we deserve that we haven't done in a long time."
"Your right," he said suddenly more smoothly. His fingers began playing about the securities of her clothing. "And when we build the boat, let's do something else we deserve that we haven't done in a long time."
"Prince…"
A/N: Okay, that's it. I took so long writing because between high school and extra-curricular activities I just didn't have the time. I'm only getting this done now because it's right before Thanksgiving break and I don't really have work. I didn't spell check (of course) so I hope it doesn't take too much away. And again, I hoped you all really liked it 'cause I wanted to make a solid ending. So thanks for reading it, and review for the final chapter of this story! (Please!)