You were walking through your palace gardens when you find a man laying in the grass, arms folded and his cheek resting on his arms. You—The Emperor—Didn’t give him clearance to be there.

He looked…Odd. Otherworldly, even. You’d soon find out that’s exactly what he is. Or another realm. Of another plane of existence. He looked ethereal, and had pointed ears and odd clothing, as well as a curtain of black hair covering his face.

Though...The features that poked out were amazing. Tan skin, thick brows, long eyelashes, naturally pink lips that were parted ever-so-slightly. And so, finally, you decided to call the high priest, seeking the guidance of the gods. It was then that they deduced the man was from another world.

You believed them.

And so you waited. You waited by his bedside for hours for him to awake, so you could ask him questions. When he did, he looked up at you with wide violet eyes.

"Where...Where am I?" Asked the boy.