Author's Note: Sorry if the update had taken too long, was really busy with the holidays actually.

Disclaimer: Well then, I don't own POP, never will, and we move on with the story, now reverting back to the prince. Enjoy and more reviews please!

Prince of Persia

Chapter 18

The Truth Unknown

The prince picked up the set of clothes that Elena had given him from the strangely shape cupboard. He stared at them while holding them out and felt the fine silk with his fingers. The cloth was smooth and was sewed together by amazing hands obviously. At the collar, it was created in a "v" shape, with gold strings embroidered upon it while everything, till its long sleeves, were white in colour. The pants however, were a more remarkable sight to behold. The waist area was covered with silver linen and at the knees, spirals of gold and red threads were sewn. The prince liked that.

Putting the clothes on, he was surprised how soft and smooth it was as it touched his skin. Nevertheless, he felt comfortable and warm in them and smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror. But there was a feeling of unease in him as he remembered Jamal and Farah, both of them which their fate he did not know. And that was the most frightening part; you won't know what happens to them.

He would ask this mysterious women, whom had helped him but had actually caused him to drown, to help him find Jamal and Farah and end this madness once and for all.

That looks really good on you, my prince, said a voice in his head. He turned to the bed and saw the dagger, shining on its own and clearly speaking to him.

It really does but sadly, it won't last long. Our quest for the Crest has yet to be done and something tells me terrible things are about to happen, replied the prince, reaching for the dagger.

Terrible things have happened, my prince.

The prince grabbed the dagger, his eyes solemn and sad. He looked at it for a while and tucked it neatly into his waist belt of leather. Then, a knock on the door alerted him.

He turned and saw a boy, no more than in his teens, dressed in robes of blue. His hair was black, shaggy and uncombed. Mustn't had enough time to do it, thought the prince amusingly.

He seemed to be tired but carried an air of determination around him as he walked. The prince thought he could have mistaken the determination for over confidence but he quickly shook that off his mind.

"Yes?" the prince asked as he closed the door on his cupboard.

"The enchantress would like to see you now, prince," said the boy, bowing his head. The prince nodded and let him continue. The boy now raised his head and looked directly at the prince. "If you are ready, I would escort you down to meet with her prince. Dinner will be served as well and I can promise you, the food served is incredible."

The prince walked closer towards the door and gestured to the boy.

"Shall we go then?" he said, simply. The boy, smiling now, nodded and they were off.

The prince still could not imagine what wonder the home of this enchantress, could captivated him again. The boy led him past a series of stairs, through enormous doors until finally arriving at the dining hall. And what a divine hall it was.

The boy gestured the prince in and when the prince entered, the boy closed the door and was gone. The prince gazed at the wondrous splendour that was before him. The ceiling was glass covered; pieces of the glass bore different colours which gave the room various kinds of colour. Pillars spiral up in glorious fashion, its marble and shape matching with the personality of the room perfectly. Pictures of all sorts of creatures layered the walls and the prince could only guess what they were as he walked past.

But that was not what the prince was here for, he was not here for the architecture of the palace but he was here for the woman sitting silently at the large dinner table in front of him.

She smiled at him as he took his seat. The prince, uneasy as he was, remained silent. The table remained empty, except for the glasses placed upon it. Curious, the prince asked Elena, "Where's the food?"

"Is impatient a strong factor in you?" said Elena, cross. The prince was taken back but he defended his dignity well.

"I was merely assuming, since it was dinner and all," replied the prince, twiddling a fork in his hands. Elena laughed and it made the prince even more surprised at her than he already is.

"Very well then, shall we dine now?" said Elena. She clapped here hands once and suddenly, a swarm of servants came bustling in through the two large wooden doors situated besides Elena. They carried plates, full of food and fruits and some carried wine in their measly fingers.

Soon, the table was filled with gourmets of food from all sorts, ranging from a tasty gravy boar to fruits in a basket. The prince started his course of with bread.

"Now then," said the prince, tearing up the bread with his hands. "What purpose did you bring me here for? Just for dinner?" Elena took a sip t her glass and put it down in a slow motion.

"Actually there are some things that you must know. I don't intend to show you as of now but circumstances have changed and I think it may be for the worse," she said. Her eyes were suddenly serious and the prince, feeling the dramatic effect of the situation, stiffened in his seat.

"What is it?" he finally said, after taking a silent bite of his chicken. Elena folded her arms and looked at the prince, rather worriedly.

"Do you really want to hear it now prince?" she said. The prince shrugged but deep inside, he felt uneasy, as if he knew something was to happen.

"I've heard all sorts of news before and I don't think this one could get any worse," said the prince, lifting his head so he could meet hers.

"Oh it has, prince, it has," she said gravely. The prince shifted uneasily in his seat.

"Tell me now," he said simply. "Before I found out myself,"

"Very well then. Are you done with your food?" The prince nodded and with a wave of her hand, the food disappeared. Now they sat in silence as Elena tried to find a start to her tale.

"Do you remember the dream you had last while you were still inside the labyrinth?" she said finally. The prince searched through his memories and remembered seeing Kaileena inside those dreams.

"Yes, I do but what does it has to do with the news you are about to tell me?" he said, putting down his now empty glass of wine.

"Everything," she said, refilling his cup with magic. "This may sound absurd to you but it's true. After everything I've tried, every bit of magic I've used, I finally came to a startling conclusion."

She remained silent for a while. The prince got increasingly uneasy as the seconds passed but he didn't have to wait long. She would soon tell him.

"Prince," she said, eyes flashing. "Kaileena is alive."

To be continued…

Author's Note: Yay! Another chapter done! I've been Ggetting some strange inspirations lately but then, after summing them all up, I've found the perfect storyline! Anyways, please read and review and hope you liked it!