Love, War, and Time
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pop_fanfictionTitle: Love, War,and Time
Prompt: None
Summary: The Prince's luck is short lived after hearing of a devious plot concerning the fabled Dagger Of Time whilst passing though India. The Prince must battle the evil Zurvan, The Sands of time, The Dark Mysterious Prince within him, and his passion for the princess of India. This is a combination of SOT/WW/TT.
Author: Wakanda_ 8
Rating: T
Chapters:2/18
Character(s):The Prince, The Dark Prince, Princess Farah, Zurvan/Vizier
Pairing(s):Prince/Farah
The Prince rose early as he usually would every morning and went to his Father's chamber. The King was already up, strapping on his sword. "I don't see why you carry that around if we are here as guests." Prince said at the doorway with folded arms. "That my be so, my son, but I am King and I am to show my rank." He smiled. "At least the Princess isn't such a viper to you as she is to me." He sighed irritated at the thought. "Women are supposed to be like that, it is what attracts us to them." He winked. Prince rolled his eyes playfully. "I rather like the quiet cleaning type."
"Come, we have to at least eat for strength to go the markets for our provisions." The King said putting a fatherly hand on the Prince's shoulder. The Prince nodded following his father out of the palace to the crowded market place. The market buzzed and entertained with people and vendors selling bread, animals, beautiful cloths, etc. Prince spotted a yellow cloth that reminded him of the Princess, he thought fondly that she would look lovely in that color but just as quickly as the color reminded him of her loveliness, it was instantly reminded of her disdain and callous manner toward him and with that he looked away.
Sharaman smiled to the people who bowed in respect as he selected their provisions with his son loyally trailing behind him. "My son, this is such a wonder kingdom, it almost reminds me of home, what do you say?" He smiled putting his strong hand on his son's shoulder. Prince smiled back acknowledge the general splendor. "Yes Father, it does."
"I see you wish to explore?" The Persia King said in a low voice for his son only to hear. Prince chuckled. "Does it seem that obvious?"
His Father nodded. "Go ahead, I'll see you when you've had your fill of the sites." He said pushing his son forward.
Prince ran off back to the palace wanting to start there.
Farah was in the Garden that morning with her Father shooting arrows. He sat and watched his daughter impressed by her sure aim. "Your getting better and better every time, my dear. You're almost as good as your mother." He smiled. Farah scoffed. "Mother was a prodigy, I'll be lucky to hit a moving target 100 yards away." Farah reached for two arrows and readied her bow pulling back the taunt wire. She closed one eye and aimed for the target that was a ways away. Farah let go and the arrows whistled though the air before finding their target. "Perfect, my dear." The Indian king exclaimed with applause. "Father we must talk of the Vizier." Farah sighed sitting with her Father on the stone bench. "The Royal Vizier?" He said puzzled. Farah adjusted her black shawl that went around her neck loosely. 'What other Vizier do we have?' She thought exasperated.
Farah wore a black linen dress that she had imported. It hugged her curves and hung off her shoulder. Her hair was in a elegant bun with two strands of her hair framing her face giving her a elegant mysterious look. "Yes, Father. For the past couple of nights he has been sneaking about in a room whilst I am on the balcony, he says his intention are innocent but I have a terrible feeling that he is looking for something of mine." She explained. "Sneaking? Farah why is everything wrong nowadays? If it's not the Persian's it's our very own Vizier. What is the matter? Am I not running my kingdom correctly?" He said concerned. "Father please, I just have a terrible feeling he's up to something." Farah answered softly. "Daughter, be at ease. I'll make sure everything is in order. Now run along." He smiled warmly. Farah stood kissing her father's cheek before walking away.
'The Vizier is up to something' She thought. 'I'll have to find out myself.'
The Prince finished walking around most of the palace, excluding the princesses chamber, so he headed down to the throne room looking up to the sparkling ceiling. Prince turned one-eighty examining the artistic patterns when he heard a group of men laughing coming into the throne room. The Prince look to the pillar to his left and running up it before grabbing hold of the ridges climbing up then pulling himself onto a small ledge out of site.
"Damn wench!" The Vizier hissed. "Sir, what is your plan? we have to be quiet I think the Princess is coming onto us." Said a tall man with a shaven head. "Very well, I intend to give you power, and immortality. There is a dagger of time that promises power. The Princess has a medallion that has power to protect you from the power of time," He paused.
"Why do you need to be protected?" One asked. "I intend to steal the medallion and kill the princess while the Persian's are here and the murder of the princess will be put on the Persians starting a war and then I'll open the sands and I'll have an army. An immortal army. You won't have to sleep, eat, or die. Your strength will be increased and you'll answer to no one but me. The only way you can die is by the blade of the dagger, but I need the medallion so that I may learn how to use the power and make myself. . . . a God." The Vizier explained. The men bowed. "But you must hurry, that bitch should be back soon, I'll try to get the medallion tonight she can't hold onto it forever." He said.
The Vizier and his minions faded from the room. Prince gripped the stone on the ledge he was holding onto, nervous of hearing the plan the Vizier revealed. He looked down seeing that the coast was clear. He jumped down and rolled to his feet looking around with his hand to his sword. 'The Vizier is a traitor.' He thought to himself looking to the marble floor. 'His going to kill the Princess.'
Prince quickly turned racing out the throne room and then he felt a hand grab his shoulder. He facing the Vizier. "The Prince of Persia, so wonderful to see you. Might I ask what were doing in the throne?" He said darkly. "I was in the kitchen getting a drink." Prince answered calmly. The Vizier removed his hand eyeing his skeptically. "Is that a crime?" The Prince challenged raising an eyebrow. The Vizier smiled and bowed. "Not at all."
The Prince walked away feeling his adrenaline pumping and his mind battling with the question of telling the Princess. 'No, I can't possibly, the mere sight of me makes her turn into a viper.' He thought and turned the corner away from the Vizier's prying eyes. He ran up the stairs and down to his father quarters. He opened the doors but his father wasn't back from the market. He turned bumping up into Farah. She fell over but he caught her by her waist almost as if he was dipping her.
"Oh!" She gasped surprised coming to her senses. The Prince could feel his hand's burning. "Do you often run into people?" She said lifting herself. The Prince backed away,hand tingling. "No, actually I'm quiet graceful. But your Vizier has a habit of sneaking up on people." He said folding his arms. Farah scoffed and they both unconsciously began walking together. "Oh really he seems to do that a lot more often now, and where, pray tell, are you going?" She asked noticing he was following her. "Only where the Princess goes." He teased.
"Your very flattering, Prince." Farah said smiled slightly. Prince smiled back feeling that this time her true beauty was showing. "So I've been told." He shrugged modestly. Farah cleared her throat, "Well you can count this as the only conversation where I won't insult you." She said. Prince bowed. "It was an honor, Princess." He said as their eyes locked but he slowly walked the other way. Prince grinned feeling his heart slowly down finally. Somehow talking with her then looking into her beautiful brown eyes had jump started his heart.
He admitted to himself that she was surprisingly beautiful and a smile suited her best. But what was he supposed to do about the Vizier's plan? He couldn't just let him kill her. No. He had to do something and he knew what he could only could protect her.
Prompt: None
Summary: The Prince's luck is short lived after hearing of a devious plot concerning the fabled Dagger Of Time whilst passing though India. The Prince must battle the evil Zurvan, The Sands of time, The Dark Mysterious Prince within him, and his passion for the princess of India. This is a combination of SOT/WW/TT.
Author: Wakanda_ 8
Rating: T
Chapters:2/18
Character(s):The Prince, The Dark Prince, Princess Farah, Zurvan/Vizier
Pairing(s):Prince/Farah
Chapter 2: The Vizier's plan
The Prince rose early as he usually would every morning and went to his Father's chamber. The King was already up, strapping on his sword. "I don't see why you carry that around if we are here as guests." Prince said at the doorway with folded arms. "That my be so, my son, but I am King and I am to show my rank." He smiled. "At least the Princess isn't such a viper to you as she is to me." He sighed irritated at the thought. "Women are supposed to be like that, it is what attracts us to them." He winked. Prince rolled his eyes playfully. "I rather like the quiet cleaning type."
"Come, we have to at least eat for strength to go the markets for our provisions." The King said putting a fatherly hand on the Prince's shoulder. The Prince nodded following his father out of the palace to the crowded market place. The market buzzed and entertained with people and vendors selling bread, animals, beautiful cloths, etc. Prince spotted a yellow cloth that reminded him of the Princess, he thought fondly that she would look lovely in that color but just as quickly as the color reminded him of her loveliness, it was instantly reminded of her disdain and callous manner toward him and with that he looked away.
Sharaman smiled to the people who bowed in respect as he selected their provisions with his son loyally trailing behind him. "My son, this is such a wonder kingdom, it almost reminds me of home, what do you say?" He smiled putting his strong hand on his son's shoulder. Prince smiled back acknowledge the general splendor. "Yes Father, it does."
"I see you wish to explore?" The Persia King said in a low voice for his son only to hear. Prince chuckled. "Does it seem that obvious?"
His Father nodded. "Go ahead, I'll see you when you've had your fill of the sites." He said pushing his son forward.
Prince ran off back to the palace wanting to start there.
Farah was in the Garden that morning with her Father shooting arrows. He sat and watched his daughter impressed by her sure aim. "Your getting better and better every time, my dear. You're almost as good as your mother." He smiled. Farah scoffed. "Mother was a prodigy, I'll be lucky to hit a moving target 100 yards away." Farah reached for two arrows and readied her bow pulling back the taunt wire. She closed one eye and aimed for the target that was a ways away. Farah let go and the arrows whistled though the air before finding their target. "Perfect, my dear." The Indian king exclaimed with applause. "Father we must talk of the Vizier." Farah sighed sitting with her Father on the stone bench. "The Royal Vizier?" He said puzzled. Farah adjusted her black shawl that went around her neck loosely. 'What other Vizier do we have?' She thought exasperated.
Farah wore a black linen dress that she had imported. It hugged her curves and hung off her shoulder. Her hair was in a elegant bun with two strands of her hair framing her face giving her a elegant mysterious look. "Yes, Father. For the past couple of nights he has been sneaking about in a room whilst I am on the balcony, he says his intention are innocent but I have a terrible feeling that he is looking for something of mine." She explained. "Sneaking? Farah why is everything wrong nowadays? If it's not the Persian's it's our very own Vizier. What is the matter? Am I not running my kingdom correctly?" He said concerned. "Father please, I just have a terrible feeling he's up to something." Farah answered softly. "Daughter, be at ease. I'll make sure everything is in order. Now run along." He smiled warmly. Farah stood kissing her father's cheek before walking away.
'The Vizier is up to something' She thought. 'I'll have to find out myself.'
The Prince finished walking around most of the palace, excluding the princesses chamber, so he headed down to the throne room looking up to the sparkling ceiling. Prince turned one-eighty examining the artistic patterns when he heard a group of men laughing coming into the throne room. The Prince look to the pillar to his left and running up it before grabbing hold of the ridges climbing up then pulling himself onto a small ledge out of site.
"Damn wench!" The Vizier hissed. "Sir, what is your plan? we have to be quiet I think the Princess is coming onto us." Said a tall man with a shaven head. "Very well, I intend to give you power, and immortality. There is a dagger of time that promises power. The Princess has a medallion that has power to protect you from the power of time," He paused.
"Why do you need to be protected?" One asked. "I intend to steal the medallion and kill the princess while the Persian's are here and the murder of the princess will be put on the Persians starting a war and then I'll open the sands and I'll have an army. An immortal army. You won't have to sleep, eat, or die. Your strength will be increased and you'll answer to no one but me. The only way you can die is by the blade of the dagger, but I need the medallion so that I may learn how to use the power and make myself. . . . a God." The Vizier explained. The men bowed. "But you must hurry, that bitch should be back soon, I'll try to get the medallion tonight she can't hold onto it forever." He said.
The Vizier and his minions faded from the room. Prince gripped the stone on the ledge he was holding onto, nervous of hearing the plan the Vizier revealed. He looked down seeing that the coast was clear. He jumped down and rolled to his feet looking around with his hand to his sword. 'The Vizier is a traitor.' He thought to himself looking to the marble floor. 'His going to kill the Princess.'
Prince quickly turned racing out the throne room and then he felt a hand grab his shoulder. He facing the Vizier. "The Prince of Persia, so wonderful to see you. Might I ask what were doing in the throne?" He said darkly. "I was in the kitchen getting a drink." Prince answered calmly. The Vizier removed his hand eyeing his skeptically. "Is that a crime?" The Prince challenged raising an eyebrow. The Vizier smiled and bowed. "Not at all."
The Prince walked away feeling his adrenaline pumping and his mind battling with the question of telling the Princess. 'No, I can't possibly, the mere sight of me makes her turn into a viper.' He thought and turned the corner away from the Vizier's prying eyes. He ran up the stairs and down to his father quarters. He opened the doors but his father wasn't back from the market. He turned bumping up into Farah. She fell over but he caught her by her waist almost as if he was dipping her.
"Oh!" She gasped surprised coming to her senses. The Prince could feel his hand's burning. "Do you often run into people?" She said lifting herself. The Prince backed away,hand tingling. "No, actually I'm quiet graceful. But your Vizier has a habit of sneaking up on people." He said folding his arms. Farah scoffed and they both unconsciously began walking together. "Oh really he seems to do that a lot more often now, and where, pray tell, are you going?" She asked noticing he was following her. "Only where the Princess goes." He teased.
"Your very flattering, Prince." Farah said smiled slightly. Prince smiled back feeling that this time her true beauty was showing. "So I've been told." He shrugged modestly. Farah cleared her throat, "Well you can count this as the only conversation where I won't insult you." She said. Prince bowed. "It was an honor, Princess." He said as their eyes locked but he slowly walked the other way. Prince grinned feeling his heart slowly down finally. Somehow talking with her then looking into her beautiful brown eyes had jump started his heart.
He admitted to himself that she was surprisingly beautiful and a smile suited her best. But what was he supposed to do about the Vizier's plan? He couldn't just let him kill her. No. He had to do something and he knew what he could only could protect her.
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