Disclaimer: I don't own Ubisoft, any of the companies that make the POP games, or the POP games in general. Put bluntly, I don't even own the word 'nothing'.
A/N: I've had the idea to create a fic like this for about a year, and I just couldn't take it anymore.
Resurrected
Chapter 1/Prologue
(Battlefield in Babylon, ancient Persia; end of Prince of Persia: Warrior Within)
Rain-filled clouds strayed over the body-littered battlefield, and lightning began to sound off in the distance. This was a dark day for Persia.
The Prince trudged the battle-grounds with his white horse, Azar. In the Persian language, the name meant "Fire". He had chosen the name for him because he had set the horse free from a burning stable that a group of Raiders had set aflame.
The battle-hardened warrior's eyes widened when he found the lifeless body of his second-eldest brother on the soaked ground. He fell to his knees, ripping out the long dagger impaled in his brother's chest and screamed with rage and sorrow.
Everyone, all of the people he knew and loved were dead. His father, slain by assassins; his friends, murdered by Keepers; and now his brother, killed by the game of battle. It seemed like he had always been on his own since the end of his first journey through the sands of time, left to take care of himself. He even shunned the Palace's women ever since Farah had been kidnapped and killed by Executioners.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake and the Prince hastily stood; searching for the cause of the tremors. As if by magic, the body of his brother slowly rose; acting like it was being held by puppet-strings. The dead eyes of the body flashed open and glowed white for a short period of time as the Prince backed away with awe. The body began to shift and grow, and before the Prince knew it, he was standing right in front of his worst enemy and hunter.
The Dahaka.
This time, the Prince had nowhere to run. The Battlefield was much to big to start running for his home in Babylon. Before he had a chance to move, the mythical beast snatched him by his middle, breaking his bones before using his deep voice to taunt the now helpless Prince.
"Have you not learned your lesson, little Prince! You cannot change your fate!"
The Prince's eyes widened and he screamed with agony and terror as the Dahaka swallowed him up in his dark void of oblivion. All the Prince heard next was his own scream and the Dahaka's roar as his vision went black and his breath ceased.