Prince of Persia: The Chronicles of the Prince
Book I: The Awakening of the King
Chapter 1
Long Awaited Freedom
Most people think Time is like a river that flows swift and sure in one direction, but I have seen the face of Time, and I can tell you, they are wrong. Time is an ocean in a storm. You may wonder who I really am or why I say this. Come, and I will tell you a tale like none you have ever heard.
The Prince began the tale of his devastating adventure through the flow of Time. Claiming the enchanted Dagger for his father so many years ago had not seemed like such a foolish idea. He now realized how Farah had tried to stop him from unleashing the ravaging Sands of Time, how The Vizier had tricked him into opening the hourglass. He was young and foolish back then and only wanted pride. No, there was no excuse for what he had unleashed upon his people.
He continued with how he defeated The Vizier in Farah's own bedroom. He told the beautiful warrior about his rewind through the Time stream to before he opened the hourglass. The expression on Farah's face was hard as stone. She was taking this all in without signs of emotion.
The Prince came to his trip on the boat, where Shahdee had boarded his ship and killed the Prince's men. He told her about his trip through past and present on the Island of Time. He told how he had escaped the threatening Dahaka and death itself. When he came to the part about him and Kaileena, he paused.
"What is it, Prince?" Farah asked quietly.
"What happened next is hard for me to say. So much pain… anger… hatred…yet so much sadness," the Prince said softly.
He began to explain how he was attacked when he sailed into Babylon. He told her how he and Kaileena had been separated. He told her how the Vizier had mercilessly killed the woman he had loved, and how he had become the Zevran, the leader of the Sands of Time.
The Prince stopped, and heaved a deep sigh. His head hung low and he stared out into the warm air.
"It's ok Prince." Farah said while resting her cool hand upon the Prince's shoulder. They stood together, looking out into the beautiful sunset that flooded Babylon, with its magnificent reds and oranges. The Sands of Time had left the Vizier and his body, which had returned to its natural state, lay in a scarlet puddle on the cold stone rooftop of the terrace.
The fires of Babylon had been doused long ago. The city only lay in ruins. The streets were filled of corpses and crumbled stone. The creatures had vanished when the Vizier had been killed. The Dagger of Time, that the spirit of Kaileena had taken, was only a distant memory of the battle-torn Prince. The Dagger that had caused so much pain and suffering, was finally erased from existence. He had been released from the darkened Daggertail that had tainted his very soul. The Dark Prince was no more.
The Prince and Farah walked hand in hand as they slowly descended the terrace. They walked the empty streets. The Prince, his head hung low, was saddened by the death of his people, people he had once fought for, people he had loved, people he was soon to rule.