As the Mahaterage slowly walked toward the young prince, a grin spread across his face. "Go on your highness. Use the dagger." The prince drew forth his dagger and stared at it. He walked up to the large glass timer. Slowly he inched his weapon toward the slot on the sands casing.
All of a sudden, everything froze. "What is this? I didn't summon the power of the dagger." Said the prince looking around in confusion.
"No you didn't, but I did." Said a voice coming from behind the sands. A tall man came walking from behind the sands. His body was covered in a long, dark brown cloak. He had a large sword on his back.
"Who are you? How did you do this? Resume to the present time." Pleaded the prince.
The hooded figure walked in front of the prince then began to lower the hood of his cloak. When his hood was lowered the prince gasped in shock and disbelief. He was looking into the face of him. Only the older him.
"How is this possible? You are me, except… This is truly impossible. Is this deeper magic of the dagger than I know now?" asked the young prince.
"Yes, but now is not the time to tell you how. I've come to stop you from unleashing the Sands of Time. I know what evil they hold. If you do so you will destroy your people and your city of Babylon. If you unleash the sands, you will already have paid your death sentence. An unspeakable evil resides in the sands. A creature of immense darkness waits to be awakened and chase his victim. It is called the Dahaka. I've been chased by it for many years but stopped it when I destroyed the sands. But, I'm here to stop you from being chased. Listen to my word, and it will grant you a more safe path then the one that is about to be laid before you." The older prince stopped. He looked around at the frozen crowd.
He looked at his father, then to a woman in red. " Good bye Farah, I wish more could have happened." Then the older prince vanished, bringing back time to normal.
Everyone was watching the younger prince now. A small cough could be heard.
"Go on your highness. Use the dagger. Open the Sands of Time." Said the Mahaterage.
The prince looked at the dagger, then at the sands. He thought of the warning. Then he slid the dagger back into its sheath then turned his back the Mahaterage and began walking away.
"What are you doing? Open them. Your passing up bold new possibilities." Yelled the Mahaterage.
"Bold new possibilities or bold new evils? I chose not to find out." Replied the prince. Suddenly, two guards jumped in front of the prince, blocking the exit. The prince turned around, seeing that the Mahaterage had drawn his weapon and was walking toward him.
"I gave you more then enough time and patience. Now it has come to an end. Give me the dagger or suffer the consequences." Said the Mahaterage.
"Never. I've heard of the evil the sands hold. I would rather die then destroy my city and my people." Replied the prince, drawing his sword and dagger from their sheaths. He truly was ready to die for his country.
The Mahaterage jumped and down swung, barely missing the prince. He swung the huge scimitar again. The prince rolled on his side, dodging the attack. It was his turn now.
While in training, the prince learned to use his surroundings as a weapon. He could use walls, ladders, windows, etc. He ran along the wall, right next to the Mahaterage, and swung his smaller scimitar, at the Mahaterage. The Mahaterage was too quick, he blocked. The prince then realized that he would have to escape. He looked around for an escape.
He spotted a pole sticking out of the wall. Perfect, all he had to do was get around the Mahaterage without getting killed. The prince rolled around the Mahaterage, stood up and ran up the wall, grabbing hold to the pole. He swung himself around, then released his grasp.
He grabbed hold of the stone ledge on the second floor. He pulled himself up. He then ran out the nearest window, found a horse and began to ride off into the desert. A single thought ran through his head. I must hide for a very long time.