I had hoped it would come to this, but... please review!
First Night Out
Much to the Prince's simultaneous pleasure and dismay, Halice had been right. They exited the sewers after a brief climb up some ledges. They had entered in a mostly destroyed area of the lower city. It had been hit hard when the Vizier first invaded the city, and this recent return of the Sands took it's toll on this place. In fact, the only way back into the upper city was to leave and go around. That would have been all well and good if it wasn't for the fact that the gates to the outside were very damaged and very stuck closed. The sun was setting cleanly into the horizon, meaning it wouldn't be long before they would need to rest for the night. There was a distinct sound from a nearby alleyway, causing everyone to look.
With little warning, a small group of soldiers, transformed by the Sands of Time, rushed into the open. "Oh, goodie. Let's see if you've gotten better at fighting." the Dark Prince at the sight, the Prince drawing his sword. Halice, lacking a weapon of any sort, dropped down into the pit that lead into the sewer, standing on the ledge closest to the top. Manar, on the other hand, stayed up, merely waiting in the shadows for something. The Prince struck on of the creatures, and though it did not bleed, the wound was marked by a long, glowing gash. Quickly, he jumped over it, striking it in the back.
The Sand Monster fall to the ground, dropping it's sword. As Manar rushed forward for the weapon, the Prince delivered the final blow. The monster disappeared into a pile of the Sands of Time, swirling towards the Dagger. Manar lashed out at the other two, swings easily being dodged. As he tried to get use to the flow and feel of fighting, the Prince sneaked behind the group. In a split second, he had jumped on the archer. It's legs gave way, causing it to fall to it's knees. He swung over the creature, stabbing it in the stomach. It groaned, dissipating into sand. Even as the embodiment of time itself flowed into the Dagger, the Prince could still feel a biting pain rising in his left arm.
The last monster of the Sands was easy work for the two. When it faded into nothing, Manar smiled. "Halice, it's okay, you can come out now!" There was a silence, and his new smile fled from his face. "Halice? I don't think this is the time for games." Again, his call was left unanswered. Panick rising with, the boy ran to the sewer entrance, where Halice had taken shelter. No sign of her remained there on that ledge. "Prince, I think we may have a problem..."