characters from the game: Tus, Tamina, Dastan, Garsiv

King Myrinn.

Mina WILHELMINA

Rose ROSALINE

Bella ISABELLA

Valcon

King Sharaman was sitting intently on his borrowed throne surrounded by his advisers and his sons. His brother, obviously was no longer in attendance. He raised his hand to draw their chatter to a close.

"First, let me offer my congratulations to Prince Dastan for marring Tamina." He paused for the cheers of approval and applause. He cleared his throat. "Continuing, I believe Malik has new business to present to the council."

"Yes. I do." He took the floor, and with a nervous cough, began. "It had come to the attention of the Scouts we sent out that a so-far neutral country had began to arm itself, they have impressive lorn supplies and sufficient forges in which, if they aligned with enemies of Persia, they could become a real problem. That is all." Malik smiled briefly before taking his seat.

"Malik!" Sharaman called. "What is the NAME of the nation?"

"Avalon, Sire, It's north." Malik said clearly, although a flush crept to his cheeks.

"Avalon? A new nation?"

"A quite nation. Younger than our own Persia, but by now means New." Malik muttered.

"You can be seated now." He said, motioning for Malik to finally sit, which he did thankfully.

Sharaman pondered this for several minutes.

"Our scouts, they're back?" He asked.

"Yes. They offered generous hospitality and their land was beautiful." One of the scouts said speaking.

"Hmm. I believe...we should go there, to see if we can make an agreement with their King." Sharaman said.

"When shall we leave?" Tus asked, his oldest son, Garsiv, his second son, nodded his head in approval.

"How quickly can you prepare a battalion? and of course my sons will be accompanying me." King Sharaman proclaimed.

"We can be ready by morning's first light father." Garsiv said, offering his own league of soldiers.

"Than let it be done." Sharaman smiled. "If there are no more pressing matters?" He paused to let the question hang. "Meeting adjourned."

Dastan left the the throne room find his bride, Tamina. She, as always was in her sanctuary, were she spent the day praying.

"Tamina." Dastan whispered, upon entering. He looked upon her beauty with sadness. He was nothing but tender and compassionate towards her, but she still had a little more than an edge of resentment towards him.

If only she knew. If she knew how he loved her, how he protected her...how he still had nightmares three months after using that dagger...then maybe...just maybe...she could love him back. Because she didn't, not at all. She obviously didn't hear him either.

"Tamina." He spoke, this time audible. She turned quickly to see his face.

"Yes, Prince Dastan." She spoke to him kindly enough at first, because he hadn't irked her yet.

"We are leaving tomorrow for Avalon. I would recommend to pack." He muttered quietly, "That's all." He turned to leave.

"Leave Alamut! You can't be serious! Alamut is not only my home, but I have a duty to my people! I can not leave!" She screamed, the pleasantries had stopped.

"Your people will be fine and you have a duty to me as my wife. You will accompany me." Dastan said loudly, before walking out of the room. He heard something hit the wall and shatter.

"I hate you!" She called after him.

"I know." He whispered to himself. He walked himself miserably to his room.

These last few months, he hated to be alone, because every time the memories was alone That wasn't he first time she said she hated him. She always called him 'Prince Dastan' even though they were married. She refused to follow him back to his chambers at night, even though she was his wife.

He knew he was falling in love with her, but damn, she could be annoying.

Dastan decided to pack his things, at least that gave him something to do. He didn't have many things with him, only what he brought with him for the invasion, the rest of his things were in Persia He only had about two trunks worth of things. It was mostly clothing, some books, trinkets his father gave him, and supplies to take care of his weapons, and didn't even take fifteen minutes to pack.

Then he laid in bed the rest of the night, sleepless. He found in his time in Alamut that it didn't matter his luxe his surroundings, his marriage to their princess, or the fact that his room was better than his brothers, he still couldn't sleep. Still couldn't adjust. To his salvation was that the meeting was late at night, so he had limited hours to himself. By the time of first light, he was already waiting by his horse.

"Eager for our departure, eh?" Tus smiled. "Tired of wedded bliss already?"

"I'm still waiting for the bliss part actually." Dastan smiled at his brother, the man who had at least a dozen beauties.

"It will come. It always does." Garsiv muttered, having been married himself many times. "Were is your wife."

"I have a name you know." Tamina snapped coming down the steps, a couple of priests carrying down her three trunks of stuff. "Persian."

King Sharaman also chose that moment to appear, but he wasn't completely present, he looked like he had just woken.

"Are we ready to go boys?" He asked sleepily.

"Yes father. We are." Tus spoke slowly and loudly.

"Then let's go." He stated simply, climbing into a coach. His sons were on horses as were Garsiv's small battalion that were accompanying them.

Riddled with several Sleepless nights, Dastan kept quite for a good part of the mourning. They stopped at about noon for a meal. They sat in a ciricle and chatted while they ate.

"Malik, how long did your scouts say it would take? To reach Avalon?" King Sharaman said, already tired of traveling.

"There are a couple of options. We can either ride for two week through the desert, and come through the front way. Or when we come upon a small out post in about an hour's ride from here and take a left, leading to a water port, were we can charter a ship and be there in two days." Malik replied. "The scouts much preferred the latter of the two."

"The water route sounds good." The king agreed, swinging his feet back into his coach. "Let's not dilly-dally then. Make lunch fast."

They were off again, not at a break neck pace, so they could hold on to a conversation with out worrying about falling off their horses, but, as always, Tamina wasn't talking to him, but instead to a maid servant she brought to assist her. He was thankful that Tus had allowed her to bring Alya. He had gathered enough information about Tamina to know that her and Alya grew up together as friends. Even though threw his experience with the dagger, he knew she didn't need someone to assist her.

Dastan wondered if Alya knew about the dagger. Surely Tamina would have told her about her duty, they had been friends for years.

"Buck up Dastan!" Tus smiled, "It's a nice day for a ride! Wish I could have my Harem waiting for me at this out-post."

Dastan laughed with Tus. He was, after all quite happy with his many wives, Dastan was happy with Tamina..but Tamina obviously wasn't happy with Him. But, with Tus as a riding companion, they arrived at the trading post quickly.

Dastan let his horse rest while Tus and Garsiv argued the points about taking the horses on the boat or boarding them here. It seemed like Garsiv was winning and that he might have to sleep with a horse in his room, which was slightly unnerving.

"Excuse me! Excuse me Friends!" The stable boy called.

"Yes? Is there something wrong with the horses?" Garsiv asked nervously, fearing for his horse.

"No, sir." The boy said.

"Then why are you talking to us?" Garsiv snapped.

"Garsiv, let's here what the boy has to say." Tus reprimanded. "Go on boy."

"Well. I heard that you were chartering a ship, you can rent one with stables. I'm sorry for interrupting you." The boy said shyly.

"Thank you lad." Tus smiled, he opened up his coin purse and tossed the boy a gold half.

"Thank you." The boy bowed and walked away.

"See Brother, problem solved." Tus smiled. They walked off slowly, leaving Dastan alone, He walked into the General Store. were he wondered aimlessly. This is, until he saw Tamina out the window, enjoying the fountain. He watched her intently.

"Dastan! stalking your bride?" Malik said cheerily.

"Stalking? What?-NO! I was...observing." He finished.

"What ever you say Dastan, but we're getting ready to head out, so I would finish your-um- Observing." Malik chuckled, leaving presumably heading back to the horses.

Dastan reluctantly left the window