It is said some
lives are linked across time,
Connected by an
ancient calling that echoes through the ages,
Destiny.
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.
King Sharaman:
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.
Soldier:
Get out of the
way!
Dastan:
Stop! Stop!
Run!
Run, Bis! Run!
Stay here.
Soldier:
He's getting
away!
Dastan:
Let go of me!
Soldier:
In the King's
name!
King Sharaman:
What is your
name, boy?
Dastan:
Dastan, Sir.
King Sharaman:
And your
parents?
Boy...
King Sharaman:
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.
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