Kingdom of Mogar

Pain shot up Ladar's abdomen. "Gahhh!" yelled Ladar as a man in all black priest clothes came rushing to him. "By our great prophet Mogar, our rightful prince has returned to us!" The priest started to dance like a complete freak. The best way Ladar could describe it is instead of jumping for joy, he was waddling like a duck. 'Is this some sick joke?' He wondered as he noticed his strange surroundings. The room was both luxurious and felt like a comfortable cabin. The room was filled with jewelry, gold emblems, and antique wooden furnishings. Everything from the furniture, walls, and people's dresses seemed medieval to him.

"What the hell is wrong with you people? And where am I?" Ladar inquired. The priest-like man with a worried expression said, "my prince, you are at your family's estate in the Brahmut countryside." The prince's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at this man like he was at a psych ward. Then, he felt pain suddenly radiate from his abdomen and clenched it. The pain stung and reminded him that he was shot! Meanwhile, the priest could read Ladar's mind... naturally, he was holding his stomach and scrunching his face for one reason: the priest, without hesitation, ordered the maid by the door, "prepare the privy chamber! The prince needs to shit." Ladar yelled back at the priest, "I DON'T NEED TO SHIT!"

This whole situation was exasperating. Ladar held the bridge of his nose in frustration. He only wanted to know what was happening and why was he in this elegant 'cabin?' "Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here? And… why did you call me prince?" Ladar bombarded the priest with questions. The priest looked at Ladar with concern and replied with the following explanation:

"Although I already answered where you are, I'll explain it in more detail. You are in the Kingdom of Mogar, specifically the northern tip of the Mogar island in a county called Brahmut. Brahmut is both a training ground and a royal retreat for those with the noble Mogar bloodline to escape the public's eye. My name is Magi Cornelius. While, you are Prince Desser Mogar, the only child of King Nominus Mogar and Queen Anma Mogar. As to why…."

Ladar interrupted Magi Cornelius, "Mr. Magi, my name is not Desser. My name is Ladar. Also, what in the fantasy hell are you talking about?! There is no such thing as the Kingdom of Mogar in all of Earth's history as far as I can remember!"

Magi Cornelius was outraged by his comment and angrily said while keeping his calm in front of royalty: "Prince Mogar, you are NEVER to say Arch-Magi Ladar Mogar's name in vain. You must show utmost respect to our great prophet and add the title he deserves." Ladar looked at him like he'd gone mad. Ladar wondered why he was lying in bed listening to his nonsense. He jolted from his bed and fell next to his bed instantly. His attempt to flee was stopped by the pain in his abdomen and the missing sensation in his legs.

Magi Cornelius ran over to him, "my prince! Please don't get hurt! It pains me to see you as so!" Ladar noticed genuine concern in his eyes and the sad expression he wore as he lifted him back into bed. This was the first time he saw someone so concerned for him. His mother had constantly been too drugged to care. He once had a terrible flu causing him to puke and not eat for almost four days. The only time he heard his mother come in was to yell that he was coughing too loud.

Magi Cornelius continued his lecture while helping him, "You are indeed Prince Desser Mogar. I'm not sure what this 'fantasy' or 'earth' is that you speak of, but I can assure you that Mogar has existed on Anthul since time immemorial."

Ladar tilted his head and asked, "Anthul? …Just continue with your explanation, Mr. Magi."

Magi Cornelius noticed Ladar make the same mistake twice, so he corrected Ladar, "My name is Cornelius. Magi is the title given to me as a 6-Circle magic wielder."

Ladar began to gasp for breath. Cornelius giving him more questions was the last straw. Now, Ladar had a panic attack. Cornelius noticed the symptoms and ordered the maid again, "go fetch his palanquin!" When the maid returned, she brought a Turkish-style palanquin.

In these medieval times, understanding of panic attacks was limited. So, Cornelius thought that Ladar needed fresh air. 'After all, for most patients that suffered panic attacks, they just needed to go outside to be cured.' Cornelius said to himself.

Cornelius angrily yelled at the maid when he saw that Ladar was hyperventilating even more now, "Hurry up and get the prince outside!"

A knight in dark armour with a golden emblem on his chest picked up the prince and gently placed him in the palanquin. Four knights lifted it and walked towards the door. Ladar could still hear and see everything but couldn't control his breathing. It was one of the scariest moments for him. The doors opened to reveal the outside world. He saw trees glimmering in a deep purple hue. The grass changed colours as it swayed; it was similar to when you wipe your hand across suede, and it changes as you move from left to right. A creature hopped along the grass. It had spikes all over like a porcupine but had no arms, no mouth, no ears, just who beady eyes that stared at Ladar. This freak-of-nature rabbit-hybrid thing seemed to have smiled at him with its sharp teeth.

Cornelius's plan had succeeded; Ladar was no longer having a panic attack... since he passed out from a 'what-the-fuck' overload.