Shepherd was fading in and out of consciousness. His body felt like it was floating in a sea, underwater in a dark and desolate place. Sinking to the bottom of the ocean slowly. Although it felt like he was floating in cold water his whole body was burning up.

It was like his body was on fire and was burning from the inside out, while from the outside it felt like it was freezing his skin was being pricked with a thousand needles.

Shepherd wanted to move his body, open his eyes and see what was happening to him but he couldn't. No matter how much he tried to. He wanted to scream his way out of this dark place and escape this suffocation. He wanted to know what was happening to him? Was he not dead? Was he in a coma?

Shepherd was feeling trapped and was being bombarded with these hot and cold prickling sensations when suddenly his situation changed. His body temperature lowered considerably.

Now it was at a more normal temperature. The pain from the prickling of the cold stopped and peace took hold of his body. It was like his bindings were removed and he was finally freed when he quickly opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling. He had not seen this place before. He was lying in the middle of nowhere staring at the ceiling. He picked himself off the floor and saw that he was in a building of some sort.

There were people standing next to him and were staring at him. He had a lot of questions that he needed answered, He got up from the floor and stood on his two feet. A simple motion he thought not possible anymore.

Why was he there? He should be in the middle of a jungle with his soldiers. Before that, he should be dead. He could still clearly remember when he was shot as his whole body went limp and he fell down.

In a hurry to see himself and make sense of his situation he got up and saw a mirror near him. He went straight to it ignoring the people standing next to him. In his reflection he checked himself.

His face was the same just as before but it was clean. It was not the face of someone who had been in the midst of a battle but rather someone who had just taken a shower. There was not even a speck of dust or blood, which should have been.

He checked his forehead for the bullet wound and was shocked. There was no bullet hole in his temple much less a wound. Like his face, it was clean and untouched. He checked his left shoulder and his arm which had been hit.

His reaction was the same as before because neither his shoulder nor his arm had any open or closed wounds.

Somehow he was okay and alive. He was not dead when he should have died and was here in an unknown location. He turned around to see where he was and what was the current situation.

Right now he was in a building that looked like an old castle. The roof and the walls were made of big blocks of stone like one of the old victorian era castles. The roof of the castle was supported by sets of five pillars in an orderly fashion which ran from end to end in the long hall.

The place where he had woken up had some strange drawings on the floor with stones. He had no idea what was going on or where he was. His questions were answered in a few moments when he started drawing conclusions.

In front of him, there were some people looking at him in an attentive manner. There was a 40 something years old man kneeling on the ground with blood coming out of his mouth and nose. He was breathing hard, gasping for air. It looked like he was injured and needed attending to.

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Which explained a woman of a similar age attending to him. She was supporting him from completely collapsing on the floor. The woman was beautiful as was the man but there was a peculiar thing about both of them, something strange and that was their clothing. It looked ancient but glamorous. Something you would see on a tv show where they would be depicting the king and queens of the old.

In front of the couple, there were about ten people dressed like guards. They had spears in their hands, drawn towards Shepherd's direction. With their back toward the king and queen, protecting them.

From All this information, old castle, people dressed as king and queen, and several guards, Shepherd concluded that he might be on a set of a drama. These must be actors in the middle of shooting.

While Shepherd was looking at these people trying to figure out his situation. He was brought out of his trance by their sudden shouting.

"All Hail The Hero"

"All Hail The Hero"

"All Hail The Hero"

"All Hail The King"

"All Hail The Eldia Kingdom".

Now Shepherd was sure that he was in the middle of shooting. He wanted to find out where he was and assess his situation. He walked towards them and started asking them questions.

"Please stop the shooting. I need you to answer a few questions. Where am I right now? Which country or continent? Where is your Director? I need to speak to someone that is in charge?"

When the people heard the hero speak they all realized that they had been staring at him just as he had been staring at them. They had yet to introduce themselves. The king stood up with support from his queen. He cleaned his mouth and nose of blood and walked forward breaking the encirclement of his guards and introduced himself.

"Greetings our Hero! I humbly welcome you to our world of Eldinoir! And to my kingdom of Eldia. I am Albert Winsdor, the reigning King of this kingdom of Eldia. May I know your name?"

Shepherd was confused with what the man was saying to him.

'Eldia? Eldinoir? Hero? What? What are they talking about? Do they think I am one of their cast members and are continuing with their acting?' He had to stop them and ask them questions he again interjected.

"As I said before please stop acting. I know you are filming a drama or a movie but I am not one of your actors. I need to speak with someone in charge. I am Colonel Shepherd Price...."

While trying to introduce himself Shepherd stopped talking immediately. He stopped because when he put his hand in his armor to retrieve some sort of identification he was once again astonished to find out he was wearing different clothes.

Although he had seen himself in a mirror before, at the time he was shocked to find out that he was still alive he did not notice. Right now he was wearing a standard military uniform, which was clean and whole. Which should have been dirty with sweat, dirt, and blood and torn in many places.

Right now he did not have his primary weapon, his assault rifle, or his secondary weapon. He did not even have his knife. The only thing on his body right now was his military-issued dog tags hanging around his neck.

Shepherd had stopped talking and was checking his clothes and was looking through his pockets trying to find something. Seeing the hero so flustered and rummaging through his pockets frantically, an old man stepped forward and spoke his mind.

"Sir Shepherd was it? Am I pronouncing it right?" Shepherd looked at the man talking to him. He was an old man around mid or late-fifties. He was smiling at him.

"Yes, that is right."

"My name is Ryu Kanata. I serve as the Prime Minister of this Kingdom under the guidance of our wise king."

"I can see that you are confused and are having a hard time grasping the situation. We are also just as flustered as you are but we know a bit more about this situation than you do. I do not know what this 'Medieveal' or 'Director' that you speak of means but if you were to give us a chance we would like to explain everything we can.

Shepherd heard and understood what the old man was trying to say. These guys obviously knew more than him but for some reason, they were still continuing with the whole king and queen act. He was still suspicious of them and the old man picked it up on his face and gave another blow while the metal was hot.

"You don't have to worry there will be no hostility from our side and we will help you understand how you came here. As you can see our king has been injured while using the magic spell that brought you here."

"Let us take a moment and sit down and then we can try and understand each other better. What do you say?"

Shepherd had no other choice but to accept their invitation. He wanted to know what happened to him and the man was right. So far there had not been any hostility. All he could do now was comply and try to understand what happened to him.

"Fine then, tend to your king and then you will answer my questions."

"Lead the way."

'Wait! Did he just say magic?'