Author's note: Ok, I admit it…since I wrote the first chapter I saw parts of PoP-WW while my brother was playing it. It's very sad, No Farah. :( I may use some of the ideas from WW and maybe even TT, if I see something helpful. (My brother is playing the third one now.) I want to say right now that I own nothing. No copyright breach is intended. If I use something from any PoP game, I take no credit for it. Thoughts are between / slashes and are only the prince's thoughts unless otherwise specified.

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Light…that was all the prince saw as he awoke. His head was still throbbing from the blow that had left him unconscious.

/Ug, who would draw open my curtains so early in the morning…and what happened last night that gave me such a headache/

There was a sudden lurch that caused the confused young man to be roughly tossed about in the small box-like carriage that he found himself in. Then the prince remembered what had happened. He had been ambushed in the alley…he had gone to the meeting prepared for one man; there had been at least two, probably more.

/Where am I/

The light that had brought the prince back from a restless slumber now was revealed to be the sun after all. It was streaming through a small tare in the fabric that was above him. As the Persian heir looked around he saw that the covered wagon that he now rode in was barred so that he could not escape. He rose up to peer through the tare, in an effort to see if he could recognize their location.

/What! These are more men than are needed to capture one prince. Even I, fully alert, could not fight this many…This is an army. Judging by the quality of their armor, these are no petty thieves. What do they want with me? They look to be from a wealthy city, they cannot want a ransom…Can they/

So many unanswered questions filled the prince's head. He was too caught up in his thoughts to notice a soldier approaching. The young man was abruptly brought back to his surroundings when the tarp above him was violently ripped away.

"Look who's finally awake!" the older man sneered. "My, what a pretty prize you make…your highness." He said, mockingly. The soldier only chuckled at the young man, whose face conveyed extreme hatred.

"My father will pay whatever ransom you ask for." /Then, as soon as I am safely home, he will destroy your whole nation and take back the ransom with interest./ "Take me home now and save yourselves a trip." said the prince, choosing not to retaliate aloud against the older man's insult.

"Ransom? Who said anything about wanting a ransom?" The whole company cackled along with the man. "No, our lord wants something your father cannot give him."

"And I can! You are all fools! Though I am heir, I own nothing in my father's kingdom." The prince was baffled…what could they want with him that his father could not supply?

"All your questions will be answered in time." The older man laughed, amused with his own cleverness.

The prince's face became a mask, emotionless. "Very well then, I shall wait for time to reveal the solution."

Now the soldier was shocked, he did not expect the prince to except that answer - when he himself did not know the full meaning of it. "Alright, good…right, ok." He sputtered trying to regain control of his senses.

Then another man, the captain of the company, came up to the carriage to end the conversation. "Tahmores, stand down ...Do not fret, prince, we will not leave you alone in there…we will soon have another prisoner to keep you company." With that, he threw the tarp back over the cart.

"Forgive me, lord Kyran" the prince heard Tahmores say as the men moved from the coach.

The young prince waited until he could feel the coach moving again before he began to put his thoughts together.

/That soldier, Tahmores, said 'time' as if it were something more than just passing moments. Their leader might have learned that I once had control over time itself, but how could he know that. I only told Farah and the vizier is dead; who could have told them/ He now had more questions than before, and fewer answers.

/I can no longer control time, but they do not have to know that. They may choose to kill me if I have nothing to offer. No, I must bide my time until I can escape./ Then the prince remembered what Kyran had said. /Who could this second prisoner be? Can the man they intend to capture control time…or, like me, is it an ability that now eludes him/

The prince was pulled from his reflections by the rising sounds of an argument. He peered through the torn fabric of his prison and strained his ears to the sound. Distantly he heard them speak, or rather shout. They probably thought that they were far enough away from his carriage or, at the very least that the sounds of the caravan would mask what they were saying.

"You are a fool! You have revealed too much! The prince of Persia may not be as dim-witted as you seem to hope!" said a man, whose voice had not joined the mockery of the first man; thus the captive prince could not form a picture of him.

"That royal brat would not be able to find his own way out of a cart of bread! Much less could he learn our plans based on so little a word as TIME!" the man known as Tahmores bellowed.

"Both of you, be silent!" The prince could not make out what anyone said after that, he suspected that Captain Kyran was rebuking them.

/How am I going to get out of this/

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They had been traveling at a steady pace for days, hardly stopping to sleep each night. The royal captive could see the fatigue wearing on the soldiers, most of whom had to walk. He was glad that they hadn't forced him to walk, the amount of water his jail keeper supplied him would not have sustained him for such a trek.

The prince gazed though the torn fabric of his coach for what seemed like the millionth time. Every time before, he had seen nothing but desert. This time was different; he watched as they approached a small village.

The architecture was foreign to him; the language was one he barely could recognize. He was no longer in Persia. He knew that he had not been for some time, but what surprised him was where he was.

/What are we doing in India? I know that the soldiers that have me imprisoned are not from here./ He saw the jail keeper draw near and quickly jumped away from the tare.

The jail keeper lifted the tarp and placed double the normal rations inside for the prince to eat. "We won't be here long, so enjoy the extra food while you can." He said as he pulled out the plate from that morning.

"Why are we here?" the prince asked, genuinely curious.

With a long suffering sigh the guard answered curtly "Because we must meet a man who has arranged for us to capture our other target. Now eat your food in silence!"

The prince just glared. He waited for the tarp to drop back before he began to eat.

The sun was already beginning to set as the prince wondered if he would meet his unwilling companion that night.

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The prince was startled out of a wakeful doze by sounds of a struggle and muffled yells. The canvas that covered his cart was thrown back and he saw that he was surrounded by guards.

Just as he was wondering what this new situation meant, the door of his cage was opened and a violently thrashing sack was tossed in with him.

"I know you're enemies, but try to make friends. You'll be stuck together for quite some time" Captain Kyran cackled.

The door was closed and locked and the cover was pulled back into place before the young man could even react. He heard footsteps moving away from the cart as he saw the second prisoner rip their way out of the sack. It was then that he realized that he knew this person, loved this person.

"Farah…?"

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