You know, somehow I think that it might be some kind of fate that all my favourite storys are discontinued (or at least have not been updated for a friggin' long time)...

I really LOVE this story (aaaand the dark Prince, but that doesn't matter right now XD)and I would be so damn happy if you could write another chapter. I mean it has been 3 years since tha last one! ...Kinda makes me wanna cry.

So please, I beg you, write. And just by the way, I don't normally write Reviews, coz I do not have an account. And to make one just for the sake of reviewing does not seem right to me. So feel honoured that I wrote one. (And encouraged to write! ...Damnit.)

Completely awesome!

Really, I love the dark Prince...

But could you please write more? I hate cliffys .

Write... (Begging and whining on my knees)

I really liked this fic, it was very funny and interesting (some of the DP's lines in particular are *gold*) :D

I'm very fond of the Prince/Farah pairing, so I was a pretty sad when I got the impression that Prince and Farah might break up ("complications?" Ouch). But I love how you showed that, complications or not, they definitely care for each other.

It has been two years since you last updated this story, so I guess you are not going to continue it, but I've added it to my Story Alert, just in case

It's so good, man! Please, you gotta write more!

Very nice. Our little dark one is developing some depth!

I think this is a worthy story overall, but the writing is excruciatingly poetic, you are actively trying to make this as flowery as possible, from which misuse of words arise.

An example here:

Alas, simple clothes were all he adorned

should be Alas, simple clothes were all that adorned him

but truthfully, it could easily be boiled down to: He had worn only simple clothes.

A symptom is the overabundance of adjectives, such as the infamous character-describing here:

-His hair, as opposed to the dark brown common to most in these parts, was blonde and tickling a set of broad, strong shoulders, with a whisker of sun-bleached white mingled through the disarrayed strands. His body boasted a thin covering of tanned skin, though in comparison to the Babylonian citizens’ deep brown hides he resembled nothing short of a phantasm. His eyes had been altered from their old flaming orange and now occupied his visage as silvery blue flecks of ice, freezing his complexion in a look of calculating cruelty.

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Now really, it that isn't overdone, nothing ever committed to paper is.

Having the Prince interfere in the fight is extremely coincidental. The Prince is royalty so presumably would spend most of his time in the palace. Now, right as the Dark Prince is provoked seemingly past endurance, the Prince appears at the right time, on the right street... Try to avoid situations that are that contrived in the future.

Ah! This story is awesome! Please update soon! I need more of it! I'm begging you now!

*dies of giggles* I love the Dark Princes attitude! I can't stop laughing! Especially when they were trying to out do each other in walking to the palace! That's was priceless! *laughs some more*

O!UPDATE!

Uh, in the third game, they bled a little...

Oh, pwease updwate Mwister Malik.

Holy hell, I forgot this was in my story alert and now I'm glad it was. Can't wait to see the next chapter, don't give up on this great fic (as I admitly have).

OMG OMG OMG OMG! THANK YOU! I love this story! IT WAS UPDATED! I could cry from the happiness! Oh BTW, great chap!

(looks) ... (looks again) ...HOLY FREAKING CRAP ON A BISKET WITH GRAVY AND ICECREAM! IT UP AGAIN! REJOICE! SING TO THE WIND!

Ahem. Anyways...

ITS BACK UP! IT'S REALLY BACK UP! OMG! HOLY CRAPERSA! Ok, seriously. That only took two million freaking years! Is that anyway to treat your loyal minion-I mean fans? We all thought you'd left us hanging!

So yeah. You know what? there should definitely be some kind of romance with Malik and Farah. It's already setting itself up. There's no denying it. Come on... just a little? For us hopeless romantics? Pleasey? Pleasey weasey sqeezey cheesey? ...You know you want to. D (bribebribebribe)

And the Prince is becoming a real jerk, isn't he? sheesh... can we say 'jealous'? Now. Get the next chappy up soon! Hurry! Go! ...why are you still reading this? Go! type! upload! Show the world that you're still alive! I want more to read!

~Kiri