Summary: What is Bis found the item that Dastan had told him to find and he no longer had a need for the robe?

Twist in Time

Redux/Reboot

Chapter One:

"Dastan!" Bis shouted, grabbing his best friend's arm as he ran up to him. The sun was sinking and the hour grew later as the feast neared.

"Bis?" Dastan questioned as he turned towards his exuberant friend. He raised an eyebrow and a hand to his brow to brush some of his hair away from his eyes. "What is it?"

"I found it!" was Bis's boisterous response as he pulled oout a decorative box from underneath his free arm. Releasing Dastan, he carefully lifted the lid of the box, "The Holy Sceptor of Alamut." He sheepishly grinned, "Sorry I misplaced it while I was… ah…"

Dastan chuckled at his friend's embarrassment, "Drunk?" Dastan chuckled. He took the box and examined the holy item. His father would certainly be proud of the gift. But what of the prayer robe?

Dastan took the box and closed the lid to the gift. "Return the prayer robe to my brother. If he so desires, he can give the robe to father as a gift of his own."

"Dastan?"

"Tus has already done so much for me—especially with ignoring the attack orders he gave." Dastan murmured as he stared at the box. "I've already taken advantage of his kindness. He had the right to properly punish me for disobeying his command but he didn't…"

Bis felt a soft smile cross his face. If Tus hurt Dastan, then it would hurt him as well. The bond between the three brothers was magnificent and something that had the power to make Bis feel like a stranger, even if Dastan had been his friend before he met the two other princes.

He clapped a hand on Dastan's shoulder, grin on his face again, as he scrubbed his mind of melancholy thoughts, "Ready for the party tonight?" He chuckled.

"Oh yes, it'll be the perfect end to my evening. Dealing with a uptight princess. At least I get to see father…"

"That's the spirit!"

…

The robe was misplaced and, in turn, caused a fair amount of mayhem. When Dastan had entered into the room and presented his father with his gift, many eyebrows raised when Dastan pulled it from the cloth container. Out of the corner of his eye, Dastan felt a trickle of worry flow through him when he saw his uncle shift with an unpleasant look on his face. Concern erupted at the thought that his uncle could have possibly have been wounded.

"To you, my King, I present a noble spoil from the city of Alamut, the scepter of the city!" He knelt and gave his adopted father the solid gold relic. Sharaman's eyes showed his pleasure at receiving the gift as his fingers, covered with rings, grasped the handle and raised the bejeweled item for his subjects to see and so he could better expect it in the light.

"Thank you, my son." Sharaman responded, "It is a fine gift indeed."