THE PRINCE OF TIME
Author note: This fanfic is based on PoP, but does not follow the storyline, or anything. It uses things from PoP, but do not expect this to be friendly to the original storylines.
"Most people think time is like a river, that flows swift and sure in one direction. But I have seen the face of time, and I can tell you, they are wrong. Time is an ocean in a storm. You may wonder who I am and why I say this. Sit down, and I will tell you a tale like none you have ever heard."
She calls me the Prince of Time. But I am no prince, and I am no god.
Who am I? Well, the Prince shall do for now.
When I was a child, my family was poor, and one red moment, I became a street urchin.
The streets. That's were I learned everything. My acrobatic prowess, my warrior skills, and my knowledge of how the world works.
My life was never easy, but I always survived.
Survive. That's what I'll always do, as not even Death can stop me now.
It all started back in Babylon, 1 year ago.
In the royal vault, where King Sharaman stores his treasures.
The streets had a rumor, that from a raid to Delhi, India the King had brought home a fabled dagger.
Desperate at the time, I wanted it. I could sell it, I thought. I did not.
I broke into the vault, and I picked up the dagger.
What happened next, was something I could never quite grasp.
The Dagger burned a mark into my hand, The Mark Of Time.
Then it spoke, in a female voice.
"I know your intentions. Don't, I beg of you.
Don't, and I shall grant thou power to morph time itself."
I did what the Dagger said. I kept the Dagger of Time, and in turn, I became what I am now.
The Prince of Time.