Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time

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Long ago, in a land far away,

there once rose an empire,

that stretched from the steppes of China,

to the shores of the Mediterranean.

That empire was Persia.

Fierce in battle,

wise in victory,

where the Persian sword went,

order followed.

The Persian King Sharaman,

ruled with his brother Nizam

upon the principles of loyalty and brotherhood.

The King had two sons

who gave him great joy.

Rejoice!

But in the eyes of the gods,

the King's family was not yet complete.

Not until the day he

witnessed a single act of courage

by an orphan boy

from the streets of Nasaf.

Get out of the way!

Stop!

Stop!

Run!

Run, Bis!

Run!

Stay here.

He's getting away!

Let go of me!

In the King's name!

- What is your name, boy?

- Dastan, Sir.

And your parents?

Boy...

Brother, take him up.

Moved by what he saw, the King

adopted the boy Dastan into his family.

A son with no royal blood,

and no eye on his throne.

But perhaps, there was something

else that worked that day.

Something beyond simple understanding.

The day, a boy from

the unlikeliest of places,

became...

a Prince of Persia.

The fabled Alamut,

even more stunning than I imagine.

Don't be fooled by its beauty prince Tates.

It's a city like any others.

Soft countries make soft men.

They stooped to treachery, and now must pay for it.

The father made clear,

Alamut is not to be touched.

Some consider it sacred.

But since our wise father isn't here,

the decision rests with me.

I'll have one last counsel

with my noble uncle,

and my two brothers,

trusted Garsiv, and...

Where's Dastan?

Come on! I bet my entire month's

allowance on this!

- This is embarrassing!

- Why don't you give it a try?

Give it in here!

Is that all you got?

Prince Dastan!

Where's prince Dastan?

Prince Dastan isn't here.

Your Highness, please.

Prince Tus has convened the war council.

I'm on my way.

Our finest spy, intercepted

a caravan leaving Alamut.

Swords, of the best workmanship.

Steel tipped arrows.

A promise of payment from the

Warlord Kosh, to Alamut.

They're selling weapons

to our enemies, Dastan.

An arrow such as this

slew my horse in Kushkan.

Blood will run

in Alamut's streets for this.

Or our soldiers will fall

from its walls.

Our orders were to subdue Kushkan,

not to attack Alamut.

- Wise words, little brother.

- Words won't stop our enemies,

once they're armed

with Alamutian blades.

We attack at dawn.

Well, if that's your decision,

then let me go in first.

- Who wants to share, Garsiv?

- I'll ride at the head of the Persian Army!

Dastan leads the company

of street rabble!

They may not be much for manners,

but they're pretty handy in a fight.

- The honor of first blood should be mine.

- Garsiv, you've got your hands on your sword again.

- Where's it should be.

- Oh, my brothers...

Ever eager.

It's said the princess of Alamut,

is a beauty without equal.

We'll march into her palace

and see for ourselves.

There'll be no doubt of your courage

Dastan, but you're not ready for this.

Garsiv's cavalry will lead the way.

Princess Tamina, the Persian Army

my princess, has not moved on.

Their faith has little love

for any truth, other than its own.

Or perhaps it would be safer

if you didn't stand so close.

Whatever their faith,

their bows aren't that strong,

Nor it's their aim.

Gather the council.

Tell them, I sit in the High Temple,

I must pray.

The High Temple? Alamut hasn't been

breached in a thousand years.

Everything changes with time.

We should know this

best of all.

Remind me why we're

disobeying your brother's orders?

Because Garsiv only knows how

to attack head-on, it would be a massacre.

The Alamutians would be busy

with the main gate, so we slip through the side.

Have you been drinking?

That's our way in.

There are two gates.

The outer one's easy,

it's the inner gate that's impossible.

That gate mechanism

is protected by two men gard towers.

Yeah, there's always a way in, Bis,

you take care of the outer gate,

you leave the impossible one to me.

That's how you won't be

happy if you get us all killed.

Oh. Wonderful speech, Bis.

Rousing!

Sound the alarm!

Hold this.

Watch your back.

- Eastern gate's open.

- That's Dastan's men.

He's gotten in, Dastan's done it.

Redeploy to the eastern gate.

Redeploy to the eastern gate!

They breached the eastern gate.

- Collapse the passages to the chamber.

- Princess.

Go now, everyone.

- You know what you must do.

- Our wealth must be kept safe.

Out of the way!

Silly songs and scented smoke

could do little for you now!

I think you'll find there's more

to her than that, hey Garsiv?!

So for once, the stories are true.

We know you secretly build

weapons for enemies of Persia.

- Now show us where.

- We have no forges here.

And what weapons we had

you overcame.

Our spies say differently.

You can save a lot of pain...

All the pain in the world will not help

you find something that does not exist.

Spoken like one wise enough

to consider a political solution.

- Join hands with Persia's future King.

- I'll die first.

That can be arranged.

Don't!

Prince Tus...

Promise me, the people of Alamut

will be treated with mercy.

Hey, the Lion of Persia!

The Lion of Persia!

They're calling you

the Lion of Persia.

You've never excelled

at following order, Dastan.

- I have some explaining to do, Tus. I...

- No, no.

No, you have some celebrating to do.

There is however, tradition.

Since you took the honor

of first assault, you owe me a gift, homage.

- A beautiful dagger.

- He delivered you the city and its princess,

- I think that's homage enough.

- I suppose it is.

First dispatches just arrived, my prince.

Wonderful news.

Your father's interrupted his prayers

in the eastern palace to join us.

No doubt to commend this

on our great victory.

We've had indications that Alamut

was arming our enemies.

Indications? You've got to have

more than indications to occupy a holy city,

with my troops!

This adventure, won't sit

with our allies!

But I suppose

you didn't take that into account.

Don't look for your uncle, boy!

The decisions and its consequences

rest with me.

I know you're eager to wear the crown.

But trust me when I tell you, you're not yet ready.

No man would know better

than you, father.

Because your trust

is something I deeply cherish.

I'll oversee the search for

weapons myself.

I vow I will not stand before you

until I hold proof for Alamut's treachery.

The third step is the hardest!

Brother!

We've uncovered signs of tunnels on the

eastern edge of the city. I'm on my way there now.

Oh, you'll miss the banquet!

You and Garsiv can handle father

in my absence.

- You do have a gift to honor him with.

- Of course.

Bis, gift!

It's been momentarily misplaced!

I knew you'd forget.

The prayer robe of Alamut's regent.

The holiest in Eastern lands,

a gift the King would appreciate.

You fought like a champion for me,

Dastan. Glad to return the favor.

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