Author's note: As you all have read the first chapter, you might find it strange that the dagger of time is still in the prince's hand. I've taken time into changing the storyline from POP3 a bit, and I do hope for more of your reviews! Now enjoy the story!

Chapter 2: New companions

The Dahaka threw it's long tendrils towards the prince as he ran across the room. The tendrils flew across the room towards the prince at incredible speed. Lucky for the prince, he dodged the attack with ease. The Dahaka took back it's tendrils, and readied for another attack. The prince circled around the Dahaka, waiting for it's attack. He clenched the dagger of time tightly. Sweat was dropping from his forehead. His heart was beating madly. What was the Dahaka doing here? How did it come back? These were the thoughts revolving inside his mind.

"Come now prince! Fight me like man!" roared the Dahaka, his voice with a ghastly tone. It threw it's tendrils at the prince once again. The prince ducked beneath the tendrils just in time. The force was deadly. The tendrils had hit the wall, and the wall came crumbling towards the ground. The Dahaka tried pulling it's tendrils back, but it seemed that the tendrils were stuck onto the wall.

The prince took this opportunity to counter attack the Dahaka. Clenching the dagger tightly, he ran up the crumbling wall, jumped off from it, and landed on one of the Dahaka's tendrils. Success! The Dahaka finally unstuck it's tendrils off and the prince felt himself being pulled by the tendrils. He concentrated on one spot, the head. He braced himself, and waited as he neared the Dahaka. As the Dahaka pulled back it's tendrils, the prince sliced off the tendril he was clinging onto and leaped off from it's tendrils at the right time. The prince flew straight towards the Dahaka's head. The dagger in his hand flashed as he prepared for the kill.

"DIE!" roared the prince. The Dahaka looked surprised, but gave a grim smile as the prince flew straight towards it. Before the prince swung the dagger into the Dahaka, the Dahaka had vanished. A voice behind him startled him.

"Time is not by your side prince," said the voice. The prince turned his head behind him in midair. It was the Dahaka, and it was swung it's clawed hands towards him.

SLASH!

Blood gushed out from the prince's back. The wound the Dahaka created was serious. The prince fell back to the ground, clutching the blood soaked dagger in his hand. He was losing blood too quickly. He had to finish this battle fast.He glared at the Dahaka with his furious eyes. The fury inside him instantly turned to hatred at what he saw. Farah was dangling limply from one of the Dahaka's hands. The Dahaka laughed madly. Wiping off the blood from his hands, the prince shouted at the Dahaka.

"Leave her alone monster! She has nothing to do with this!" he prince roared. Fury was rising within him. The dagger in his hands was shaking madly. But he didn't care. All that meant now was slicing off that monstrosity's throat.

"Leave here alone? I think not. What authority do you have to say that too me? Look at you now!" The Dahaka continued on his laugh. "Without the sands of time you are powerless! I could kill you in one blow if I wanted too! But I'm savoring every moment of this occasion." The Dahaka licked Farah with his slimy and gross tounge.

"She tasted as delicious as I had imagined her to be,"

The prince stared at what happened. Now, all that he could hear was his own voice saying, kill it, kill it, KILL IT!

He ran across the wall again. This time, the Dahaka crushed the floor beneath it and went downwards into the palace. The prince grabbed a window ledge, and leaped to one of the pillars leading downwards. He slid down the pillar, not even caring about the friction with his hands and the surface of the pillar. The Dahaka took it's time waiting for the prince. Farah was still dangling limply in it's hands.

"Hurry prince, hurry and save your wife!" said the Dahaka. He smirked at the furious prince and crushed the pillar the prince was sliding down on with his hands. The pillar crumbled, and the prince was forced to jump towards another crumbling pillar while sliding down. One by one, the pillars crumbled with the force of the Dahaka on it, and the prince was forced to jump from different pillars. As he slid down the final crumbling pillar, he saw a few palace guards went flying down with the debris the Dahaka created. The prince turned his head towards his left. A curtain! Taking out his dagger, he leaped onto the curtain like an acrobat, and stabbed the curtain with the dagger. He came sliding down faster and was closer towards the Dahaka and Farah. In a few more seconds, he could have the monster's head on the platter straight away.

Leaping off the curtain and finishing it with a summersault, he landed on the back of the Dahaka. The Dahaka tried to wriggle him off, but the prince held on for dear life. As the Dahaka stopped, the prince lifted his dagger up high, and stabbed the Dahaka behind the neck. A loud roar followed and the price lost his grip. The dagger came off, and both the prince and dagger of time went falling towards the hard ground. Nothing could save him. Only anger was filled inside him as he watched the Dahaka writhe in pain at the wound of the dagger. It still held Farah tightly in it's fingers.

Suddenly, the dagger of time that was falling beside the prince glowed bright gold. The prince noticed the light and turned his body towards it, trying to grab it. "Faster! Faster! FASTER!" he thought. He grabbed it. The dagger reverberated madly in his grip. A bright golden light came out of it and the light wrapped itself around the prince. There was a flash, a sound of explosion, and then, everything turned black.

The prince awoke in an old shabby room. He coughed and saw that he had been bandaged. He looked around the room. Everything of it was made out of wood. The air was fresh and the prince got out of his bed. Sitting on the bed, bandaged, bruise, but still alive, he remembered the incident at the palace. The Dahaka returned. The palace was falling. Destruction was everywhere. Farah was caught in the crossfire between the Dahaka and the prince. He stabbed the Dahaka, and suddenly, he felt himself falling. The dagger suddenly emited a bright light, he was blinded by it, and he could remember no more.

"What is this place?" he muttered. His head was aching. There was a jug of water beside him. He felt thirsty and took a sip from it. Suddenly, the door of the room opened. He turned his head towards the door. Standing there was a man about his age. Ashen faced, well built and severely tanned. His hair was tied in ponytail and he looked as if he hadn't slept for days.

"You finally awake?" said the man, rubbing his eyes.

"Yes, and might I ask, where am I?" replied the prince. The man gave a big yawn and sat down on a chair in front of the prince.

"You're in Babylon," said the man. The prince eyes widened. He stood upon his feet, and searched for the dagger. The man looked surprised.

"You shouldn't be walking right now. You must stay in bed," he said, gesturing towards the bed. "Your wounds are serious and you have many broken body parts."

"No, I'm alright," replied the prince vaguely. The dagger was nowhere to be seen. "I have some unfinished business to attend to." The prince walked up to the door. His back started to ache and he found himself behind heaved back into the bed by the man.

"What is the meaning of this?" the prince roared. He was infuriated at the man.

"Don't be stupid. You could never walk in this condition," the man replied, eyeing him like a hawk. "You broke your back and your wounds haven't fully healed.We found you lying on the ground outside of the city, soaked in blood. No one knew how you got here, but since you were in a terrible and serious condition, we treated you. Now rest in bed. I'll go get you some food. When I get back, I'd expect you to still be in that bed! Oh and by the way, my name is Jamal." He closed the door in the room and left the prince alone. Feeling that he should rest, the prince lay on his bed. "What is going on? If this is Babylon, why am I not dead?" he thought.

Suddenly, he heard a voice calling his name. He got up, and a look of surprised was on his face. No one was in the room except him. Who could have called his name?

"Who's there?" said the prince. He searched around the room for the voice. He saw the dagger of time at the end of the room, stacked on top of a pile of swords. He walked up to it, and picked it up. Feeling more assured of safety, he searched for the voice again.

"Good you found me," said the voice. The prince was shocked. Where was the voice coming from?

"Where are you?" replied the prince.

"Look in your hand," said the voice. The prince held up the dagger towards his face.

"Nice meeting you again prince," said the dagger.