Time of OC info!

Halice
Age: 18
Is corrupted. Manar's sister.

Manar
Age: 18
Is corrupted. Halice's brother.

Short, yes, but the rest you will find out later.

One Sided

Halice grasped the dagger she had grabbed tighter in her sleep. Her plain ivory coloured robe shifted as she moved in her unconscious state. Her head moved, cheek rubbing against something soft and smooth. Wait, smooth? The girls eyes shot open, brown iris' scanning the room she was in. The walls were stone, and decorated elegantly. The stone floor had plush red rugs covering it and light filtered in through a single window on the far wall.

The last she remembered she was in a indoor sandstorm, grabbing for the dagger that now sat in her hand. And then, her and Manar passed out. "Manar!" her voice was shrill to her ears, though it was barely more than a whisper through the air. She pushed herself up onto her arms, looking around. Just to her left was her brother, out cold, their families weapon, the Daggertail still merged with his arm. Halice grabbed at the white coloured shirt her brother wore, hoping to shake him awake. "Manar... Manar. Wake up!" Halice's voice was not as shrill, but it did still seem foreign after being knocked out as long as she was.

The dark brown hair they both had fell in front of her eyes. This forced her to stop shaking her twin. The left hand raised to brush away the annoying strands of hair when the area around the wound made her stop. From the tips of her fingers to the highest point on the injuries, the skin was as black as charcoal. The sand filled cuts glowed, and the girl screamed.

"What?" Manar exclaimed, his sisters shock awaking him from his pained slumber. The sapphire orbs that were his eyes speed around the room before stopping on his sister. She was staring at her left arm, the same one she had cut when that strange sandstorm started in their cellar. The marks glowed a strange golden colour, and, out of sheer wonder, her looked at his own arm. He would have screamed too, had he not stopped himself. In its stead was a surprised gasp. Golden lines traces the path of the Daggertail as it cut into black skin.

Both forced themselves upright within seconds. Exchanging glances of shock, Halice was the first to regain her composure enough to speak. "I am glad you're safe, Manar. Where are we?" She had such hope that her brother was the one that had brought them there, so that she would not have to be so on edge. When the brown haired boy shrugged, panick over took her expression again. The wooden door that they had paid little attention to behind them opened, and the girl clamored over to her brother.

The Prince blinked as he watched the girl from the gardens move so quickly towards the boy the was with her. "I see you both are awake." he began. The boy put one arm around the girl, putting up the one with the Daggertail attached in defense. A sigh, followed by a, "I will not hurt you." The boy seemed unconvinced, still protecting the girl. The Prince put his hands up as if to emphasize his statement. The boy lowered his arm, and it seemed that now that he was not on edge, he was looking the Prince over.

Silent realization over took Manar as he gazed upon the man in front of them. "You're the Prince!" he said, recognizing him from lengthy descriptions while listening to stories.

"Yes..." What this boy stated was common knowledge in Babylon. How these two... unusual people managed to not know was beyond him. As soon as he confirmed this, the girl darted up from the boy to brush herself off and bow.

"Manar, don't be rude." the girl said sternly. The boy stood, still in shock, and bowed, then turned to the girl, who looked back. "This is amazing. But I don't see how it's possible."

"Maybe we're dreaming, and we're in each others dream."

"... I don't think so." Halice said, then spied the Prince's obviously confused look. "I'm sorry, We know you, but don't know us. I am Halice, and this is my brother, Manar." Manar smiled broadly at his introduction to his hero. But when he found the Prince looking at his arm, him jumped. He hid the arm that was wrapped with the Daggertail behind his back, though yelped when the blades poked him painfully in the back.

Manar smiled nervously after he realized that him attempt to him his left arm was futile in the first place, and that he had just caused himself unneeded pain. The Prince sighed again, a weak smile on his face. "Well, then. I hope you do not think me rash, but how did you get that--" he motioned to the arm with the Daggertail as is slid from hiding. "-- on your arm?"

The siblings looked to each other, worried. Their voices hushed, they spoke. "If we tell him, it might change history." Halice said.

"Maybe for the better."

"Or the worst."

"There's only one way to find out." With that, Manar looked back to the Prince. "I touched it and it wrapped itself around my arm." he said honestly. He cringed at the look he received, both from the Prince and his sister. Quickly, he continued, "Well, this strange glowing sand was in our cellar. I was looking at the Daggertail and when I touched it, it gained a mind of its own and this happened."

The Prince raised an eyebrow. "Strange glowing sand? That sounds like... No, they left with Kaileena. But, then again, so had the Dagger..." The royal eyed the blue dagger clasped in Halice's hand. He thought to himself. They are infected with the Sands of Time. Best I tell them about what is going to happen to them.