PRINCE OF PERSIA: The Sands of Time - PC/PS2/GC/XBOX
FAQ/Walkthrough by J Woodrow <jonjon132002@yahoo.co.uk>
Version 1.0 - 09/09/2004
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P R I N C E O F P E R S I A
-- The Sands of Time --
Written by Jordan Mechner
-- Adaptation by J Woodrow ----------------------------------------------
A dark-haired young man stands on the terrace of an imposing palace set
amid the lush vegetation of a monsoon rainforest. In the twilight damp,
birds flock and wheel overhead. The young man is dressed in dark blue
tunic and headdress, and carries a sword on his back. He seems to be
waiting. Through gauze curtains behind him is a brightly lit room; he
turns and goes in.
Storm clouds gather. A lightning flash, a rumble of thunder and a heavy
raindrop falls. In a candlelit bedchamber a young woman sleeps, a
translucent net her only cover in the humid night.
"Most people think time is like a river that flows swift and sure in one
direction," the young man declares, "but I have seen the face of time,
and I can tell you - they are wrong."
The raindrop splashes to the ground and at that moment the girl wakes
with a start, her dark eyes wide. In the dense forest the young man,
sword in hand, runs purposefully through the rain.
"Time is an ocean in a storm!"
His feet splash through mud, he is heedless of the downpour, brushing
aside branches, intent on his goal.
"You may wonder who I am and why I say this," he continued. "Sit down,
and I will tell you a tale like none that you have ever heard."
On a hillside horses stamp impatiently, their riders watching, waiting.
Soldiers are gathered before a mighty palace.
"Know first that I am the son of Shahraman, a mighty king of Persia,"
the young man looked to his father mounted beside him. "On our way to
Azad with a small company of men, we passed through India, where the
promise of honor and glory tempted my father into a grievous error."
Inside the gates of the palace a soldier raises its drawbridge. He
turns as a gaunt figure looms behind him, dagger drawn. This man swiftly
stabs the shocked sentry; with a grin of satisfaction, watches him fall.
The drawbridge mechanism spins free.
From within the palace a flaming arrow arcs across the sky.
"Now, my son!"
The battle begins - soldiers charge, swords drawn, sweeping aside the
first defenders as riders rush headlong for the open gates. King
