First Grain of Sand ◊ Sacrifice
Warnings: HUGE SPOILERS for the movie. Mention of blood
Effects: [Optional] Pain, feelings of helplessness, feelings of lost and sadness.
Privacy: Public
He can’t stop the scream of pain when the blade of the dagger pierces the skin of his abdomen. He should have known that Nizam wasn’t below delivering a low blow. The pain is enough to make Dastan stagger back lightly and his uncle takes this opportunity to send him over the precipice. The Prince barely has time to cling to the rock of the Sandglass, the wound at his side stretching painfully.
"Enjoy the gutter Dastan. For it’s where you’ll stay during my reign!"
As he struggles to climb back on the platform, he yells the Princess’ name, hoping she would be able to talk some sense into his uncle. But instead, Dastan watches in horror as his uncle looks at her with disdain before throwing her into the nothingness below him. Sacrificing his climbing, the Prince catches her with one hand, the extra weight on his injured side sending blinding sparks of pain in his body. For a moment, all he can do is groan as he tries to breathe more slowly, willing the pain to dull away.
Dastan looks down at Tamina, trying to pull her up to safety, but his muscles don’t seem to want to obey him anymore. She’s breathing heavily, dangling dangerously as she tries to stabilize herself. She then looks up at him and Dastan feels his heart sink at her gaze. He knows that gaze. She wore the same one at the Temple when she had wanted to hide the Dagger back in the stone.
"Stop him! If the glass shatters, the world dies with it! It’s not my destiny, it’s yours, it always has been…"
Unwilling to listen to her, the Prince still struggles to pull her to safety, to show her that he can still make his own destiny, that he can still save everyone. But his muscles are numbed from the pain and panic starts to seep into his heart. He doesn’t want the Princess to be right, not this time.
"Let me go."
"I won’t."
"Let…me…go"
He can see the tears rolling down her cheeks now. The pain in her eyes, the fear written on her face, it only helps Dastan to find his resolve and his words come out more forcefully: "I’m not letting you go!"
Her face softens for a moment, honesty pooling into her brown eyes: "I wish we could have been together…"
And so saying, Tamina opens her hand, letting go of his wrist. Panic now grips his heart fully as he feels her slip slightly:
"No…..no….."
His grip on her is strong, but the numbness in his arm is starting to spread to his hand and she slips furthermore. He can see the fear in her eyes; he can see in them her resolve not to be overcome by her survival instincts and grab his hand again, he knows she is ready to sacrifice herself to save their world. She slips completely from his grip in a matter of seconds and she falls to her doom, screaming his name. And all he can do is scream as well:
"TAMINA!!!!"
[wakes up with a jump, his own voice echoing in his bedroom. His breathing is ragged, his body is covered with cold sweat, his side throbbing with pain. Dastan touches his wound and raises his hand to see it covered with blood; no doubt he reopened it while trashing in his bed. It takes the Prince several moments to calm down and when he finally does, he runs his other hand in his hair before covering his face, biting his lower lip to stop any sound from escaping his mouth. Persian Princes don’t cry.]
Effects: [Optional] Pain, feelings of helplessness, feelings of lost and sadness.
Privacy: Public
He can’t stop the scream of pain when the blade of the dagger pierces the skin of his abdomen. He should have known that Nizam wasn’t below delivering a low blow. The pain is enough to make Dastan stagger back lightly and his uncle takes this opportunity to send him over the precipice. The Prince barely has time to cling to the rock of the Sandglass, the wound at his side stretching painfully.
"Enjoy the gutter Dastan. For it’s where you’ll stay during my reign!"
As he struggles to climb back on the platform, he yells the Princess’ name, hoping she would be able to talk some sense into his uncle. But instead, Dastan watches in horror as his uncle looks at her with disdain before throwing her into the nothingness below him. Sacrificing his climbing, the Prince catches her with one hand, the extra weight on his injured side sending blinding sparks of pain in his body. For a moment, all he can do is groan as he tries to breathe more slowly, willing the pain to dull away.
Dastan looks down at Tamina, trying to pull her up to safety, but his muscles don’t seem to want to obey him anymore. She’s breathing heavily, dangling dangerously as she tries to stabilize herself. She then looks up at him and Dastan feels his heart sink at her gaze. He knows that gaze. She wore the same one at the Temple when she had wanted to hide the Dagger back in the stone.
"Stop him! If the glass shatters, the world dies with it! It’s not my destiny, it’s yours, it always has been…"
Unwilling to listen to her, the Prince still struggles to pull her to safety, to show her that he can still make his own destiny, that he can still save everyone. But his muscles are numbed from the pain and panic starts to seep into his heart. He doesn’t want the Princess to be right, not this time.
"Let me go."
"I won’t."
"Let…me…go"
He can see the tears rolling down her cheeks now. The pain in her eyes, the fear written on her face, it only helps Dastan to find his resolve and his words come out more forcefully: "I’m not letting you go!"
Her face softens for a moment, honesty pooling into her brown eyes: "I wish we could have been together…"
And so saying, Tamina opens her hand, letting go of his wrist. Panic now grips his heart fully as he feels her slip slightly:
"No…..no….."
His grip on her is strong, but the numbness in his arm is starting to spread to his hand and she slips furthermore. He can see the fear in her eyes; he can see in them her resolve not to be overcome by her survival instincts and grab his hand again, he knows she is ready to sacrifice herself to save their world. She slips completely from his grip in a matter of seconds and she falls to her doom, screaming his name. And all he can do is scream as well:
"TAMINA!!!!"
[wakes up with a jump, his own voice echoing in his bedroom. His breathing is ragged, his body is covered with cold sweat, his side throbbing with pain. Dastan touches his wound and raises his hand to see it covered with blood; no doubt he reopened it while trashing in his bed. It takes the Prince several moments to calm down and when he finally does, he runs his other hand in his hair before covering his face, biting his lower lip to stop any sound from escaping his mouth. Persian Princes don’t cry.]