Prince Cedric of Elmsworth had always felt like an outsider in his own kingdom. His dreams were haunted by visions of another world—a place of magic, towering citadels, and ancient prophecies. But it was only when he woke up one morning in a humble farmer’s cottage that he realized his soul had crossed realms.
The farmer, Eamon, stared at him with wide eyes. “You’re not from around here, lad,” he said. “What brings you to our humble village?”
Cedric struggled to find words. “I am Prince Cedric,” he replied, “but I find myself far from Elmsworth. Tell me, where am I?”
