A/N: Oh I bet you are wondering about With The Wind, eh? Don't worry, it is still in process! But, I also wanted to give you something to hold out on while I write the next chapters to With The Wind. This story is a bit different than my other one, because in this one Dastan has a sister and it focuses more on her and what happens with her during the movie. And this also involves a lot more Bis, and I mean a lot more. :D Why kill Bis off? Hmph! Without further ado, here is your chapter!

"Have you seen Dastan?"

Mae looked up, eyebrows furrowed together as she held an apple in her hand from the small market stand that sold many sorts of fruits and vegetables. It was a striking day in Nasaf, Persia. It was a bit on the overcast side but the temperatures were just lovely with a gentle wind breezing through their hair. The young Princess certainly had an habit of going out into the city and walking around, simply enjoying the fresh air. Within the palace, she knew her given place as the future ruler of Persia but once she steps out the doors of the palace and into the carefree town, she was truly herself. It was the only time she could be herself.

Her long, brunette hair weaved down her below her shoulders, curling at the ends with small bangs sweeping over her luscious blue ocean eyes; her slim figure and curves catching an man's eye. She wore a brown, floral design, laced crisscross vest on top of an white, thin and loose shirt. It scrunched up around the elbows and shoulders, small skirts of it flowing to her waist. She also wore an matching blue skirt, decent and simple.

"I thought he was with you," Mae replied with a hint of bewilderment in her voice. Bis merely shook his head.

"I thought he was with you."

"I thought he was with you!"

"If he's not with me, and if he's not with you…then where is he?"

Crash! Mae jumped in surprise as she glanced over behind her where there was now a very large crowd of bystanders circled, cheering and whistling. She wondered what could be going on. Usually, when there was an crowd like such it usually meant a fight was going on and when a street fight was going on, bets were made. Mae was guilty to admit that she had placed few bets on the past and on her very own brother, but those bets were on that he could win, so it wasn't that bad…right? But of course…her brother usually lost, for his opponents were usually more stronger and well experienced than him.

She had not seen Dastan all day and a crowd was formed with cheers and faintly, she saw a little table with pouches with an older man standing behind it, grinning and cheering himself as he watched. And that meant only one thing…

"Bis," Mae turned to her best friend, who she caught trying to see over the crowd by standing on the tip of his toes; his attention was quickly to her, innocence in his eyes. "where is Dastan?"

He had never looked so guilty. "That…is why I asked you."

Mae raised an eyebrow, shifting her weight and gave him that intense gave. Bis shifted and cast his gaze side to side and gave her a weak smile with a nervous chuckle. "Bis, I think you know. And you know that I know. Answer my question, where is Dastan?"

"Where is Dastan…ah, where is Dastan?" Bis gave her a charming smile. "Well, you see, about that…"

"Is that the best you can do?" That was Dastan's voice. Mae turned, almost whirling around as she dropped her apple and charged through the crowd, pushing and squeezing through. When she managed to get at the front with Bis at her heels, she felt red rushing to her cheeks. Her brother, who had taught her many things in the past about defending, was tackled to the ground in a head lock. Few laughed, few chuckled. And few pointed. As of now, she was embarrassed to even be his sister let alone presented in watching this!

"Bis, tell me I am not seeing what I am seeing."

Bis winced as Dastan earned himself a punch in the stomach. "I think it looks like it."

But things lightened up. Dastan brought himself from the lock and swing his foot at the man's face, knocking him to the ground with a grunt, but he quickly got back up. This time, Dastan tackled him and the fight truly began with Dastan in the lead. Mae quickly turned to the left side and out of the crowd, hearing Bis grunting as he had a slight difficult moment to catch up with her. The man at the table looked up as Mae pulled out a handful of coins and slapped them on the table.

"100 says that Dastan will win."

"200 says he will lose."

At that moment, Bis grabbed her arm gently and tried to tug her away, but when she did not bulge he leaned forward to her ear. "Mae, if I were you and for the sake of your savings, I would leave the bidding at that."

But she did not listen.

"400."

"600."

"800!"

"1000!"

"1500."

"1800."

"I bet my entire life savings."

"Deal."

The man smirked as Mae pulled out an rather large pouch from the bag at her waist and dropped it onto the table. "I wish you the best of luck," he said.

"I don't need luck," Mae smiled slyly before turning and rushing back to the fight, taking her place in the front with Bis.

"Perhaps that was not a good idea, Mae," Bis said, with light vigilance and concern in his tone.

Mae scoffed. "Oh Bis! That man is in his fantasies if he thinks that Dastan's opponent will win now!"

Bis glanced at the fight and winced, chewing on his lower lip, and glanced at Mae. "Well…don't say I didn't warn you but, yes Mae; his opponent is winning."

Mae paused, glancing up at her brother with eyes wide. Dastan was back in that headlock, receiving punches in the back. "What…"

Bis simply had to snicker, as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders with a grin. "You bet your entire life savings, and you're about to lose it."

Silence. Mae did not say a word, but merely watched. The poor woman looked as if she was about to faint so Bis stayed behind her just in case. Mae had little hope left, by how the fight was turning out and then…Dastan knocked the man in the stomach who slightly released his grip, loose enough to slide out of it and give the man a punch right in the face. But that gesture was given to him too, sending Dastan flying backwards and Bis and Mae caught him by the shoulders.

"What are you doing out there?""Mae!"

"Come on!" Bis urged, helping him up. "you're making it sad out there!"

"I bet my entire life savings on this!" Mae exclaimed. Dastan turned his head to her and gave her one of those looks that said Give it a try yourself.

"I'm agreeing with her this time," Bis spoke up.

"Then why don't you care to give it a try?"

"Give back in there!"

Mae and Bis pushed Dastan right back into the fight. Punches were thrown, but it ended up with Dastan tackled in the headlock once more. Mae groaned, slapping her palm on her face as Bis merely shook his head with a sigh. That was when Mae slipped from Bis' side and over to the table where the bets were held; the man there was far too interested in the fight to notice. "Prince Dastan!" a voice was shot through the cheers. "Where is Prince Dastan?"

"Prince Dastan is not here!' Dastan grunted from under the man, struggling to break free. Laughter broke out, including Bis.

"Prince Dastan, your brother has requested a war council with you and Princess Mae presented!"

Silence fell as Dastan broke free from the man's grasp and slowly stood, panting for breath from the fight. "Alright," he paused, nodding his head. "we're coming. Mae-" Dastan looked around, searching for his sister but did not see her. Dastan looked at Bis. "Bis, where is Mae?" The young man looked around and shrugged his shoulders. "Mae? Mae!"

The young lady paused, bent and arm reached at the table to grab her pouch she had unfairly lost. She winced as the attention was turned to her, and the man at the at the table looked down and scowled, crossing his arms with an eyebrow perched. Mae smiled sheepishly and stood, turning to her brother. "Um, coming!"

Bis had to tug her away several times before they were walking down the path to the Palace belonging to King Sharaman, but Mae could not help but look back over the stand full of pouches and pouches filled with coins. She groaned and turned her head back, feeling the comforting hand that belonged to Bis patting her back. "We'll get your money back," he assured with a gentle smile. "I promise."

Mae managed a smile. "I trust you, Bis."

"Good," he said. "because you should. Why should you not trust me?"

It did not take them long to arrive at the Palace, but where they were lead to was away from the Palace. Tus had his own little camp sight just a few walks behind the Palace walls and it's gardens. It was somewhat like a large tent but with no flaps but a flapped roof over them with perches. Torches were lit and hung side to side and a large desk was set up in the center of the room with chairs to sit in. A bookshelf to the far left was seated there, and then there was the exit with the Persian guards guarding the area to protect the Royal Family and the family's friend; Bis.

By now, it was nightfall and the city was at it's quiet moment. Most those who lived in the city were asleep by now or reading in bed, perhaps taking a silent walk among the streets where it was relaxing. Mae, Dastan and Bis entered the little outside room where other two young Prince's were presented and an older man that was well known to be head at the head counsels, the consulter of the King of Nasaf and Uncle of the family. However, once eyes laid on Bis, the older man stepped forward, raising his hand with a shake of his head.

"We cannot have the likes of him be joined in this counsel."

Mae lifted her head and crossed her arms while Bis looked merely offended whilst Dastan crossed the room and seated himself in a chair by his brothers at the desk. "And how would you describe Bis 'the likes of him', Uncle?" she questioned, arching an eyebrow with a fierce gaze and a sharp tone.

The older man sighed with an weary expression. "Mae, he is not one of us; he is from the streets. Not Royal by blood, and therefore he cannot be here."

"Mae and I are not Royal by blood," Dastan spoke up, and the older man turned to the young man. "and yet we are here and part of this family. So is Bis."

Mae smiled smugly when the older man let out another sigh and allowed Bis in, much to the displeasure of Tus and Garsiv; well known as the two Prince's of Persia, Nasaf by Royal blood. "Thank you kindly, Uncle Nizam," she coated sweetly as she brushed past him and stood beside her brother, arms crossed with a light smirk in her eyes.

Silence fell in the room, the only sound audible was their breathing as soon as Nizam crossed the room and opened a small door to an brown container box and numerous weapons flew out and onto the ground, clattering lightly. From arrow tips, to cutlasses to daggers, there were a lot of weapons from that stash. Fine made weapons, Mae might add. Mae glanced at her brother, who let out a silent breath; she then glanced at Bis, who glanced at her way with curious, yet nervous eyes.

"Our finest spy," Nizam began and paused, sighing as he continued while picking up an blade. "intercepted a caravan leaving Alamut. Swords, of the best workmanship."

An Persian solider came up behind Mae and presented an arrow with a sharp tip, the tip itself made out of fine steel. She twisted the arrow around with her fingers, feeling the leather of it making a sound. "Steel-tipped arrows," Nizam went on.

"And," Tus added, going over to Dastan and revealed an written scroll - it looked to be some sort of signed deal. "a promise of payment from warlord of Kosh to Alamut."

Mae peered over the scroll and gazed at Tus. "What are you trying to say?"

Tus stood up straighter and met her eyes with his, his gaze intense. "What I am saying, Marian, is that they are selling weapons to our enemies."

Her arms remained crossed, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips formed a straight line. "And why must we allow this to bother us?" Everyone stared at her as if she was mad, but Bis merely stared at her with a blank expression but then grinned. Only she would say something like that, as she always did when her brothers made the point to bring a big deal of something when in her mind, it was small. "Weapons are sold to enemies numerous of times, Tus. What more is different from Kosh to Alamut?"

"Do you not realize that in Alamut, the guards there are more stronger then ours? They have stronger weapons, stronger allies. And they are selling strong, well crafted weapons to our enemies. To attack us with those weapons!"

"You have made an big issue out of this before, only for it to turn out it was an trading deal between two blacksmith's." Snickers went around and Tus shifted, giving her a look.

"I did not know it was between blacksmith's, but I know Alamut is giving weapons - strong, powerful weapons - to our enemies and we must stop them." It was like a contest with Mae and Tus' gaze to see who will find the first chance to kill either.

Garsiv then spoke up, deciding to break the harsh eye-contact between the two. "An arrow like such slew my horse in Koshkhan." The arrow was thrown to Bis to inspect it. "Blood will run in Alamut's streets for this."

That is when Dastan spoke up, standing up from his seat. "Or our soldiers will fall from its walls." Dastan turned his gaze to Tus who had seated himself at the desk with Nizam sitting on top of the surface where the stash of the weapons were sitting. "Our orders were to subdue Koshkhan, not to attack Alamut."

Tus smiled at him, lightly. "Wise words, little brother." He seemed to considered his words; Mae looked from Bis to Garsiv with a blank expression on her face. Garsiv shifted his weight and raised his head, while Bis merely listened in the background.

"Words," Nizam said. "won't stop our enemies," he leaned forward at Tus' back, lifting up the blade. "once they're armed with Alamutian blades."

It was silent for a moment. Tus looked up with a glint of worrisome in his eyes, clearly caring for the sake of his people of Alamut, king or not. He stood slowly, twirling the beaded necklace he was holding and walked across the room with a big sigh. Mae glanced at Dastan, who looked at Garsiv; who look at Nizam as he tossed the blade carelessly onto the table holding the stash. Tus turned back to the group, his expression intense.

"We attack at dawn."

Mae looked down with a soft sigh, closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead while Garsiv simply smirked, pleased with his oldest brother's decision. Being a lady in the Palace and the Princess of Nasaf, she was expected to do what every women should do. Marry a fellow Prince of a noble status. It was 'the perfect match' for her, but she beg to differ. Did she had a say in things, or what she could do? No, of course not. And it was going to be the same with this at the next thing she would say and be treated so low of her own brothers.

It was their manly pride.

"Well, if that is your decision, then let Dastan go in first and then I will go-"

Her words, however, were interrupted by Garsiv's laughter. "Thoughts to share, Garsiv?" Tus questioned, with an raised eyebrow.

"I ride head of the Persian army," the young man stepped closer to Dastan. "and Dastan leads a company of street rabble!"

"They not be much for manners," Dastan looked at Tus. "but they are pretty handy in a fight."

"The honor of first blood," Garsiv patted his hand against his chest. "should be mine," he insisted.

Mae tilted her head, her eyes gazing at his waist where his hand was grasping the hilt of his sword - again - as it was known for him to do that. "Garsiv," she said softly. "your hand is on your sword again."

"As where it should be!"

"My brothers!" Tus laughed, few others joining in. "ever so eager." Tus fixed his eyes to Mae, and smiled. "and my sister…ever so caring."

"Take your hand away, Garsiv."

"And why should I?" The young Prince challenged her and Mae lifted her head, standing more straighter as she tightened her jaw.

"We have over thousands of an Persian army guarding the palace. We have over twenty guarding this very council. You, Tus and Dastan are skillful with the blades; Nizam is tricky with the bow and I am fast to run away and hide like the helpless little girl you taught me to be," she added with sarcasm. "there is no need to be cautious. Take that hand off your sword and relax, unless you plan to attack your own sister."

"I believe that is enough," Tus murmured, interrupted the bickering sibblings as he walked between them, placing both hands on their shoulders. And then, a sly smile appeared on his lips. "It's said the Princess of Alamut is a beauty without equal. We'll march in her Palace and see for ourselves."

Men laughed as Tus grabbed a fruit from a bowl sitting on the desk, and took a bite out of it, passing Mae and Dastan and grabbed Dastan's arm, tugging him away few inches from his sister. "There be no doubt about your courage, Dastan," Tus spoke softly. "but, you're not ready for this."

"I think he is."

Tus looked up and Dastan tilted his head to look at Mae, with a soft smile. She stood, one hand on her hip and the other one resting lightly on the edge of the desk. "And why shouldn't he be?" she asked. "he knows just as much as you and you men do! Dastan should lead."

"Garsiv's Calvary will lead the way, Mae," Tus said firmly. Garsiv bowed as Tus left silently and looked at Mae and gave her a light smile. She merely frowned and exited with her skirts flying behind her. Dastan watched her in amusement with a soft smile and glanced at Bis and nodded his head.

They went after her.

A/N: Well, I do hope you liked this chapter! I worked very hard on it to please you and have the characters be within their character. Reviews are welcomed, for they help me go on with my writing! I do wish for your suggestions and opinions!

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