Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Prince of Persia games or the companies that make them.

A/N: Coca cola boosts the mind.

Resurrected

Chapter 20

"The Ancient Vampire Prophecy…please, tell me; what is my role?" He asked his old mentor. The Old Man regarded him silently before replying.

"The Empress Fereshteh must be slain in order to destroy the Dahaka and let you enter heaven."

"And my destiny lies within Rostam's Temple?"

"Within the dreaded forest of Rahim. But beware, there are ancient; unknown beasts that lurk those woods. No man who has entered has ever come back."

Kamal's eyes opened, and he realized he'd fallen asleep again. He also realized he felt a lot better than he did when he first awoke. He found Roya and Arsalan sitting in chairs beside his bed. Roya was awake, smiling gently at him; while Arsalan snored loudly in the other chair. Roya glanced at Arsalan and rolled her eyes; kicking his chair over and causing him to jump awake as he fell to the floor.

"You've been in a cruel mood, haven't you?" Kamal asked as he sat up and moved to get out of bed. Roya frowned and gave him a concerned look. Arsalan remained silent, but glared up at the Vampiress.

"Are you sure you're alright to be out of bed?" She asked and placed a soft hand on the Prince's shoulder.

"I'm feeling a lot better. Sleeping and feeding seemed to do me some good."

"Okay, stay there and I'll bring you your new clothes." She told him and started to walk out of the bedroom door.

"New clothes? From where?" He asked her. She called to him from the living quarters of the home.

"They almost look completely like your other armor and pants, but they're slightly different. I showed your old, torn ones to some guy named Mohsen at an armory and he custom-made your new ones. They're gothic, just like you like." She entered the bedroom again and the Prince's eyes widened.

The torso area of the armor did almost look exactly like his old ones, except it was pitch-black. It still had a sand-sensor in the middle, though. The golden crest around the neck was now silver to match the jet-black color. It wasn't without protection for his arms, either; the torso armor came all the way to his wrists.

The pants, he discovered, were flexible black leather like Arsalan's and the boots were the same color as the rest of his armor.

"Copy-cat." Arsalan growled.

"I'm…surprised." Kamal said as he stared at his new clothes. Roya frowned slowly.

"You don't like them?"

"No, I love them; it's just a lot different than I would have imagined."

"Should I…should I have Mohsen make a different set?"

"No, Roya! I like my new clothes." He argued. She gave him an unsure look as she exited the room.

"Try them on then, I want to see!" She said as she exited the room. Arsalan scrambled after her.

"What makes you think I want to see a naked Prince!" He cried and fled the room, slamming the door behind him. The Prince laughed softly.

(ten minutes later)

Kamal stared at himself in the mirror of his bathroom. After brushing his hair and trimming it a little, he looked…(A/N: SO SESSSSSY!)

…Good.

He had bathed, cleaned his teeth and fangs…

He was just afraid that Roya might start coming on to him. He wasn't egotistic, but he did know he used to have women all over him when he looked like this the last year he lived at the Palace with his father; before his father was killed and his journey to the Island of Time.

He scented the air outside the bathroom through the side-crack of the door to be sure nobody was in his bedroom, and stepped out of the bathroom. He decided he was acting immature and, albeit reluctantly, left his sleeping quarters.

Roya turned upon hearing him enter the living room and gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth. Arsalan just stood there, glaring at him and mumbling something about a "Copy-cat".

Kamal raised his brows at Roya, and she frowned.

"The acting thing didn't work, huh?" She asked sheepishly. He smiled and shook his head.

"Roya, do I really look alright?" He asked. She gave him a look.

"I think you look terrible, messy and tacky." She paused, seeing his shocked reaction.

"I'm just joking! You're so serious sometimes, it makes me wonder if you ever have any fun. Really, I think you look fantastic!" She added honestly. She entered the cooking area and pulled three goblets off of the counter. "Hungry? It's goat's blood this time, though."

"No, I'm fine, thanks." He replied. He felt strange to have someone else ask him if he wanted anything from his own home. "Roya?"

"Yeah?"

"Why can't you ask me anything…" Arsalan hissed under his breath.

"Sorry Arsalan. I guess ever since you got knocked out of your chair, things have been going bad for you one after another." Kamal said apologetically. Arsalan smiled.

"What is it?" Roya asked, walking from the kitchen and into the living room.

"I've…been having…dreams lately." The Vampire Prince said.

"Dreams? What kind of dreams?" She asked him. He bit his lip.

"In my sleep kind of dreams. But, I think…I think they're real."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, I…it's hard to explain." He said quietly. He sat down on a comfortable chair in front of a wooden coffee table and leaned over it, propping his elbows against it and placing his chin in his palms; being wary of his sharp claws.

"Try me." Roya said and sat down in the chair opposite him.

"Well…the first one I had…was probably just a couple days ago…" He began. The Vampiress raised a brow.

"That was when we found you on the beach."

"It was?" Kamal asked.

"Yes, we spent a week searching for you while we came into the shores of Babylon until we found you." She replied. The Prince's eyes widened.

"Then time must be passing very quickly in this realm while I dream."

"Continue…" Roya said. Kamal blinked out of his daze and did so.

"The first one I had…was one of her. Farah. And a little girl that was our daughter. We were on some kind of grassy hilltop, and…I think it was day time. I wasn't burning in the sun or heat because I was human again, and…she told me I couldn't stay there because I had to fulfill my destiny in the Vampire Prophecy." He finished.

"The second dream was one with an old man, my mentor when I was a young teenager and my babysitter when I was a small child. He told me to go to the Temple of Rostam in the forest of Rahim."

"The third, well…was pretty much the same. Except that he told me I had to slay the Empress in order to defeat the Dahaka and enter Heaven, thus saving the world from Fereshteh's evil reign with her Vampire army and that there were strange monsters in the Rahim forest." He finished. Roya's face was twisted with concentration on her thoughts.

"I have heard of the forest of Rahim. But sadly, I do not know enough to comprehend what strange beasts occupy that place. We should ask someone on the streets." She said.

(streets of Babylon, night)

"Excuse me, sir?" The Prince asked an elderly man who was minding his own business and walking feebly with his walking stick.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know anything about the creatures that live in the Rahim Forest?" He asked him. The old human's eyes widened in the darkness.

"A-…aye…I do." he replied.

"Can you…can you tell me what they are? If you know, I mean?" The Vampire asked.

"…Werewolves."

A/N: Finally!

Prince: (frowns, stares at ice-packs weighing down ancient-v's hands) Um…please R&R…