King Zeddicus had a dream. He saw himself dressed in his highest royal garment and the endings of the garment rubbing the floor. He sat on the throne of his father in the king’s court, and none of his guards were around. On his head was the crown given to him by the wizard of old. This was the crown the wizard used to coronate him as a king and a silver staff was in his left hand.
“Guards!” He shouted and none of them came out. The whole courtyard was too silent for his comfort and fear entered him. The entrance door was opened and heard the creaking of the door. It was a stranger and this stranger walked towards him with a smile of victory.
“My brother from the other side, the time has come for you to bow before those you have rejected, those you planned to eliminate with the help o
