Another chap folks, For missing a day yesterday, here's an bigger chap in compensation. =)

Tamina could believe it. Murder, there was murder in her temple! It was unbelievable! Emotions, in a total conflict, coursed through her. When she had glanced up the smoking robe, with a little effort she disguised her astonishment very well, with a coolly puzzled expression. But when the man withered, actually shrivelling in pain within her palace walls, she had dropped the facade, and rushed back, her eyes wild with horror.

She was overwhelmed, shocked, no, it was far worse that! Tamina felt sorrowful, even a little, for the king that the King had to die such a horrible death. The atmosphere in the room was thick with shock. For a moment, all ceased breathing, and then, chaos broke out.

"He's poisoned! From the robe!" She turned, as the room did, to the source of the voice. Prince Garsiv was yelling, his eyes wild. "The robe Dastan gave him!" His voice shook in shock and accusation.

Tamina redoubled at this revelation, as did others. She was outraged! Was this the true reason then? Had conquering her kingdom being just part of a Persian's grand scheme to ascend to the throne?

She turned to the prince, and what awaited her, surprised her. The prince has not even heard his brother. No, he seemed far too grief-stricken, by his father's death. Through him, Tamina saw, as one with a pure heart did, what none paid heed to that day. She saw the truth, as Prince Dastan shook his father, yelling out for help.

He could not have done it. The grief in his face was far too real. A flash of white blocked her vision. It was a sword! Tamina looked, seeing that the room had truly exploded.

"No!" she tried to yell, her shock intensified, when the first drop of blood was shed. Tamina watched in revulsion as battle ensured. War, filthy Persians warring in her sacred temples! How dare they! The inner halls of Alamut had yet to see bloodshed, as far as she knew. Since the beginning of time. She stood, frozen with fury.

Concentrate, Tamina chided herself. This was not the time for useless rage! She needed to think of plan. She had to help the prince.

NO, she quickly corrected, not help him, she scoffed, she had to protect the dagger. The prince had the Dagger, she'd had to help him. Oh, her thoughts were flying everywhere!

They had to escape somehow, that was point. She backed out into the walls, as two fiery Persians came forward, lost in their fight. No doubt, one a loyal personage to the youngest prince.

Then she saw the guards march in, ordering by the irate prince Garsiv, their footsteps thunderous even in the turmoil. They were trying to surround the prince!

"Oh, upon the gods, "Tamina murmured. She felt desperate. If they did this, there would be no possibility of flight. But before true terror could kick in, she saw as a bearded man rushed forth, yelling at the prince to escape.

"Bis!" The prince screamed, sheer agony in his voice. A guard crept behind him, and Tamina couldn't help but cry, "Prince Dastan!" He couldn't be harmed, not when he had the Dagger with him!

He did not turn, she doubted he heard her, but halted the attacker at the very last moment. But a Persian guard had indeed turned, and shot her a regnant smile, inching closer.

"Ahh, princess, I suppose someone ought to attend you." He chuckled, eyeing her. Tamina glared at him, looking around frantically for a weapon. The ornaments, no, no use, the fruits, the golden pots-

The pots! Quickly she rushed to the high table, and grabbed one.

"Hah!" Tamina cried out, CLUNK! and she hit the Persian soldier with as much force ass she could muster. She picked up the soldier's sword, fending off the rushing Persians. At least, those whose head had been turned by this incident.

It was good, as she clashed sword with a particularly hefty soldier, that she had the element of surprise, for none of those illiterate fools thought she was capable of defending herself, and even killing a few of them.

Driving her sword through the soldier, Tamina heard him scream and fall dead, to her utmost satisfaction. She could not deny the fact she'd been yearning for the death of a Persian, at her own hands.

Frantically, she turned around, searching for the prince. She saw the prince, still fending off the soldier. Time was rushing past, she had to get to him.

By a miracle, her sword thrust between the armour of her opponent, as he fell dead to the ground. Tamina ran towards the Prince Dastan, and yelled, "Come with me!"

She half-dragged him, so lost he was in bewilderment, groaning in effort, they ran towards the balcony. Ahh, the fountains. She looked back, and oncoming troops. Pushing the prince along, she gulped, and took the plunge.

"What do you think you're doing?" Dastan cried out, as they fell into the splashing water.

"I can get us out of here" Tamina explained, gasping , "You're going to need my help" It wasn't necessarily true, but in this confusion, the prince nodded dazedly, helping her out of the fountain.

"Come on!" he cried, grabbing her hand as they ran towards the stables. He stopped at the saddled horses, all tied to lanky rods.

Tamina watched as the prince ran across the ropes mindlessly, cutting each one off as he did. Tamina marvelled, running alongside him. He reached a horse, just as she halted.

"Come on," Prince Dastan yelled, he held out an arm for her, hoisting her up and they were off.

"Princess, the gate" he turned to her. There were many dirt roads, leading different directions.

"This way!" she cried, looking back at the Persian troops. The others led back to the palace, to certain doom. She grasped onto him tightly, and said, "Hurry!"

He urged the stallion on, whipping its back, and it neighed, galloping off into the wastelands, as the sands drifted across. The cries of the Persians faded, as they tried to restrain the freed horses. Dastan's quick thinking had saved them. Tamina breathed out, relieved. They had succeeded.

The rode away from Alamut, across the dunes. Dastan was relieved , for Aksh, Garsiv's sturdy horse, was used to the heats of the desert.

He felt the princess, tighten her grip on his waist. Distracted, he tilted his head, trying to sneak a look at her. All he caught was her raven hair, whipping his face. He turned around, distracted. Why had he brought the princess? This, his entire situation was complex enough!

And yet he knew, without her help, he wouldn't be having these thoughts. But if she hadn't, he might never have been able to escape.

What was going to happen? His father, his poor father. It was Tus! He had poisoned the robe!

Dastan felt sickened. He was here, actually escaping from his own kingdom, accused of being a traitor.

No, Dastan knew this wasn't the time for reflection. He urged Aksh forward, clearing his thoughts. They had to get away from Alamut, as far as Aksh could go. And that was what he could concentrate on.

Soon, evening arrived, and the sun was sinking, its rays cooling in the desert. Both Dastan and Tamina could feel Aksh losing speed.

The evening passed, and the dusky sky, flaked with dimmed clouds, revealing stars. Night was falling, and the desert cooled. They still rode on. Finally, night fell, and Aksh now trotted, evidently exhausted.

Dastan did not want to tire the horse. He would need his strength for another journey tomorrow. A journey to where, he did not know, but they had to be on the move. At least, he thought, he did.

He turned slightly. "Princess, we'd better rest for the night."

Tamina nodded, and he handed her down. Without exchanging a word, they numbly set out a makeshift tent. Dastan gathered some wood, the oasis nearby, as the princess sat, creating the fire. They were silent, lost in their own thoughts.

Finally, a burst of heat broke, as the fire was made. He felt heat break through, a comfort through the cold air. It washed his regrets away, even for a moment.

Dastan got up, walking to the horse. Aksh, always a comfort, nuzzled him. His shock, it was waning, as the reality of his situation sunk in. He was in the desert, on the run, accused of crime he did not commit.

The princess had likewise followed his action. Her arms were cross over her shoulder, as she stared out into the darkness. Suddenly, a strange gleam shone in her eyes.

Then she turned, looking straight at him. Dastan surveyed her. Perhaps he had just imagined it. Her eyes had no strange glint. No, but they full of questions.

And what those questions were, he knew. Dastan sighed, turning his back to her.

"I didn't kill my father." Dastan said, thinking back to everything that had happened. He didn't know why he was telling her. He continued. "The robe was given to me by my brother Tus. He did this."

How could Tus do this to him? Yet, he was his brother? Adopted or no, they had shared many fond memories together. And Garsiv, Dastan thought, his heart heavy. So quick to accuse.

But Garsiv had always been quick to jump to conclusions. Tus would surely know by now, of Dastan's supposed treachery. The whole Kingdom would know. He felt sickened. Here he was, accusing his own brother of a crime so, despicable.

And yet it was true.

"And now he stands to be made king," Princess Tamina spoke. He nodded. So she understood, quite as well as him.

"I didn't kill him." He repeated, staring off into the distance.

"I believe you."

Dastan turned around, taken aback. There was truth in her eyes, he saw, as she came nearer. Surely she couldn't trust him so easily? They hardly knew each other. Or perhaps, as he grew wary, she had a plan of her own. Tus had warned him of the princess' 'liability'.

He shouldn't have taken her, he could have found the way to the gates quite easily. She was Tus' bride. What was he, the youngest prince, doing on the run with her?

"You should not be here" Dastan watching her closely, "I shouldn't have let you come" He was in enough peril as it was. What was he thinking, fleeing with the princess of Alamut?

"But you did" she said, and he suddenly realised how close she had got.

He leaned back, unsure. She wasn't thwarted. He had thought she clearly disliked him. But he couldn't let her. She was here. She was seducing him! He tried to clear his thoughts, as a faint scent filled him.

"I promised my brother I'd kill you if he couldn't have you," he murmured, fighting control on his thoughts. Her scent was quite...distracting.

"Well, the solution would be to kiss me, and then kill me." She lay her hand on his shoulders, turning him."But I have a better solution," she came closer, her hands on his chest. Dastan was uncertain, his thoughts a whirl. He should be doing this, he ought to turn...no...

But the princess of Alamut was a beautiful woman. Too beautiful to resist. Perhaps, perhaps he ought to give in. Her lips were alluring, so lush...

Then he felt her tug. He stirred out of the daze, and pulled back, suspicious. She was tugging the dagger. She was trying to attack him! He pushed her away, a little angered. She leaned forward, reaching for the saddle bag, drawing his own sword out.

She turned, holding it out. Princess Tamina, no longer seductive in posture, and Dastan saw the wrath in her eyes.

"I kill you!" she cried, and slashed at him.

"Princess!" he cried, leaping back, "Perhaps we can find another solution!" he suggested, dodging her attacks. Now truly sensing the danger, he whistled to Aksh, who trotted forward, pushing the princess into his arms.

She felt warm, Dastan mindlessly thought for a second, but that moment had been enough, and Tamina wrestled her arm out of his, wrenching the dagger out. Her face, contorted in fury, ready to strike.

With effort, he knocked the dagger out of her hand, sending it flying over. He ran forward, as she turned, picking up her sword, ready to plunge.

She had a firm grip on it now, but Dastan was ever made for battle, and ran towards the fallen dagger. It may be a little blunt, but it was a dagger nonetheless.

It was stuck in the sand, He felt the jewel pressing down, under his pressure. Then, without warning, the handle glowed. Dastan looked on in amazement. Fire, veins of fire, crept up him. What was happening! And the world halted.

Tamina knew what she was doing, and she held the prince, gazing into his eyes. If he gave into lust, as all the barbaric men were bound to do, she could take the dagger and run.

Dastan looked at her his eyes unsure, and she leaned closer, ready to take her advantage. The suddenly, he said, his tone so different "Did you see that?"

Tamina looked up at him. He was holding up the dagger, staring at it. Was it awe? No, it couldn't be. She felt suspicion. If he even guessed the treasure he held...

"See what?" she asked, and her hand flew to the sword across the saddle, her plan ready, when Dastan caught her.

"Go for that sword again, and I swear I'll break your arm."

"Again?" her voice trembled with shock, and she looked at the dagger again, more carefully. "You've used up all the sand!" she cried horrified.

"What is this power?" the prince asked, his voice filled with wonder.

A/N: Well, this was the first scene I scribbled down, when I started this fic. Well, review please? I sure could use some encouragement.

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