When I typed this chapter, I started thinking 'Gravity' from the anime Wolf's Rain. I suggest you try listening to it while you read. The music just seems to match for me.

When Time Ceases

By the time Manar and the Prince found Halice, she had collapsed onto the ground. The Dahaka, or what ever had taken it's form, was gone. At least, it seemed like it was. Manar walked up to her, knelling down at her side. Her hair was splayed across her face, covering her eyes, which seemed dull and distant. "Come on, Halice, wake up. This isn't funny." the boy said, shaking her slightly. No response. "Seriously, stop playing around!" he pleaded, trembling as he shook her harder. She didn't even seem to be breathing. It was enough to force her twin to break-down into tears.

However, not even a minute passed before Halice took in a long gasp of air, startling both Manar and the Prince out of their wits, as they thought she was dead. Her dull, distant eyes came back with trembling shock. She scrambled to her feet as if she had no clue where she was. "It can't be, it can't be!"

"Halice?" the Prince asked, watching as she spun to face him. It looked like the girl had seen a ghost. She stepped away, which confused the royal as this behavior was unusual. He took a step forward, and she flinched, eying him with blind terror. When she tried to dash off, her legs gave out from under her. "Calm down, it is--"

"I saw you die!" the girl sobbed, curling up into the fetal position, pulling at her hair. "I saw Hourglass, the Dagger, Farah, you, everything!" It took the royal a moment to put two and two together. The visions he had once experienced, she saw them? All of them? "You.. you... why...?" she studdered, words catching in her throat. Several more minutes passed, with Manar attempting to comfort his sister. When she finally calmed down enough to stand again, she refused to look the Prince in the eye. Which was fine by him, because he wasn't sure he would be able to do the same if she did. "L-Let's g-go." she said, breath staggering in an attempt to stabilize her nerves after her breakdown."A-Amil sh-should be w-waiting for us."

They walked silently along the beach, Manar supporting his sister as they climbed over an old pile of rubble. Sure enough, standing where they once were was the former slave girl, looking like a nervous wreak. Near by, laying against the wall was a ladder waiting to be set up. "There you are. I was worried that you might have gotten caught by those men." she said, relieved to see the semi-familiar faces. "I-I got the ladder!" She seemed very proud of herself as she pointed at it. Maybe she never had much responsibly in her life. The Prince of Persia nodded thanks to her, moving to set the ladder up for their use.

Halice smiled lightly, rubbing her face. "You're parents should still be somewhere in Babylon." She didn't add anything more, though. The girl wasn't aware of the situation yet, and no one was quite sure how to break it to the obviously sheltered girl. There was a chance that her parents had become sand creatures, and if that was the case, Amil might never see her parents again. And if not, and they were with the refugees in the castle, there was still a chance she might not see them again. It was sad really.

A/N: I know it's short, but I can't think of anything for this at the moment. I'd like to thank Wolfinson for reviewing. I'm serious about what I'm about to say next though.

If you have ANY IDEAS WHAT SO EVER, please send them to me. The next major event is farther off than I thought it would be at this point, and it's a big turning point that I doubt you'll see coming. That's all I can say now.