"I wish we could have been together" She said. She decided to let herself, for one moment, be afraid. But this was her destiny. And his. The path of the Guardian was not one of selfishness. The path of the High Priestess of Alamut was one of sacrifice.

She opened her hand.

She fell backwards, closing her eyes as terror overwhelmed her. It coursed through her veins and she heard it rip his name from her lips as she fell. She braced herself for the inevitable crush of the bottom of the pit.

But she didn't continue to fall. She was aware of the sensation of ripped time. As High Priestess she had the ability to sense when time was altered or being altered. She forced her eyes open and saw that she was not in the hidden temple by the Sands of Time but in the High Temple. Anybody looking at her probably thought she was prostate in prayer. She remained motionless for a moment, trying t comprehend.

"Princess Tamina, it is too late for Prayer." Her maid servant informed her, looking distraught. "The Persians have breached the wall." Tamina stopped herself before she looked too relieved. "The army was overtaken." Time had indeed rewound itself, but the treacherous Nizam did not doom the human race. Dastan won. She felt a surge of bride swell in her chest and fought back a smile.

"Where are their forced now?" Tamina asked. Her own personal guards entered the room. Maryam only nodded to them and motioned for Tamina to follow.

"They are entering the front terraces now." Tamina followed at a brisk pace, her heart racing. Dastan would be there.

The scene on the front terraces was not what Tamina expected to be greeted with. Dastan, the Lion of Persia, was shouting at his uncle. What happened next was a blur and Tamina could barely see past the crowd to know what was happening. When it was over Nizam was dead, and the three Princes of Persia were walking almost arm in arm up the front steps of her castle.

"Princess." Tus, the Crown Prince of Persia, greeted her first bowing deeply. Tamina was deeply surprised. "Given recent events we would like to request a formal audience with Your Highness." He bowed deeply again. Tamina nodded.

"Of course, Prince Tus." Tamina nodded. "Please follow my maid servant Maryam and she well allow you to clean properly before joining me in the throne room." Tamina gave a slight curtsey and walked away. She knew that she was practically running away. To be so close to Dastan was overwhelming. Sure, he was involved in a deep conversation with his brother Garsiv, but his presence affected her.

The entire speech Tus gave in the throne room she didn't hear. She wasn't sure that Dastan did either. Her eyes were glued to his every moment that they could without being overly obvious. Her hood obscured the view of her face and she was thankful because it meant she could let her eyes wander more often. Dastan did not bother with formalities, openly staring at her. It was not until the word marriage was brought up that Tamina began to panic. Tus was going to ask for her hand to help solidify the new political alliance. But she couldn't accept. Not with Dastan right there. She felt a surge of despair.

But Tus didn't mention a marriage to her. Instead, Garsiv and Tus pushed Dastan towards her. He looked nearly as confused as she did. They stared at each other for a moment. And she pulled back her hood to look him in the eyes. Looking at the wonder and happiness in his face Tamina realized something. He didn't think she remembered. He presented her with the dagger and her eyes nearly welled with tears.

She realized that she was expected to speak and took a moment to try and find the words, but found none. She wanted to assure Dastan that she was his, that she would marry him, but also maintain composure, which she was loosing quickly. So, in an act of desperation, she said the only words she could force her mouth to say.

"Walk with me, Prince Dastan."