1 I'm the Prince?

"Danger! Guard the Prince!"

Someone was yelling as if they were a lion that had just had its mate taken away from it while they were in the process of copulating.

Nate heard the noise and forced open his sleepy eyes. After a few seconds, his tired eyes adjusted to the light and he saw a brilliant object racing rapidly in his direction. Nate's mind eventually processed the dazzling item as a spear hurtling towards him at such a high rate of speed that the air seemed to rip in front of it.

"What the hell? Why is a spear hurtling towards me? Is this a dream?" Nate muttered in confusion. However, the subsequent chain of events convinced him that what he was experiencing was not a dream but rather the harsh reality.

Clang!

Nate was putting on armor at the time, but the spear simply went through it and into his flesh. Nate's ears were ringing, the world around him was spinning dizzily, and he saw stars dancing in front of his eyes.

His body sprang back as though he had been shot with a rocket.

"Fuck!" Nate yelled out in anguish as he felt his body launch into the air, intense pain radiating from where the spear was lodged in his body.

"Goodness! The prince is wounded! Help!"

"Soldiers! Help the prince!"

"Ezi! Ezi! Seriously, why are you just standing there?! Quick, someone call for the priests and mages!"

"Hey! They're coming with siege ladders, those cretins! A black medieval-style armored soldier roared violently, despite the clear signs of surprise in his voice.

"Archers! Ready! . . . Shoot!"

While still in the air, Nate heard the screamed demands and the erratic footfalls, and his uncertainty grew.

The prince? Archers? Mages? Siege ladders?

What the fuck is going on? Is this the set of some sort of medieval movie?

Wait.

Didn't I just complete the 'Goblin Raid' quest in Zenith Online? How the fuck did I get here?

Immediately, he felt his body collide with the cold stone wall. His back collided with the rock solid wall before his helmeted head smashed into the wall.

The noises around him grew louder, and the stars dancing before his eyes grew three times larger.

'What prince? and why does it feel like I'm the prince?'

'Fuck! Who cares about princes and mages?! I want to see the director of this movie! I need an explanation!'

"Who the fuck hurls a spear at a stand-in actor? Are they trying to kill me?! You better compensate me properly or else!' Nate cursed painfully.

He just woke up, he was in excruciating pain because a spear had pierced his lower torso. He was frightened, angry, and resentful all at once, and he couldn't help but curse mentally.

Suddenly, the sensation of pain became too intense for him to bear, and he collapsed on the floor like a dog who had eaten more than it could chew and fainted.

...

Nate didn't know how long he slept for, but he woke up for the second time. His head felt sluggish with throbbing pain, and he could only vaguely recognize his surroundings.

He had the sensation of floating on a cloud, but as he tried to stand up, a wave of agony and stiffness overwhelmed him. His head still felt heavy, as if he had been hit over the head with a club. He could not open his eyes either. All he could gather was three male voices whispering concernedly.

"I have removed the spear and healed the wounds he received. He should have woken up by now." one of the male voices said in a timid tone.

"Then why hasn't he woken up yet? It's been eighteen hours since you healed him. He should have woken up by now." another voice said in a steady voice, but an undertone of concern could be heard in his voice.

"Maybe he needs more time to wake up. We don't have to stay here and babysit an unconscious fool, especially when we are under siege from the enemies." the third voice said carelessly. From the tone of his voice, one could easily tell that he was displeased with the care and concern the unconscious prince was receiving.

"Agnus! Watch your tone! This is Prince Alexander you're talking about here!" one of the voices reprimanded Agnus, his steady tone holding a hint of anger in it.

"Prince? I will only acknowledge him as the Prince when he stops fooling around and starts observing his duty as the prince!" Agnus shot back aggressively, refusing to lower his guard in the face of reproach.

"Alexander is a brave prince! He left the comfort of his palace and joined in the defense of the kingdom at the castle walls!" the voice which reprimanded Agnus countered fiercely.

"Brave prince?" Agnus sneered.

"Alexander is no brave prince. If it weren't for General Kali's repeated requests for Alexander to appear at the castle walls, he would have stayed here and continued fooling around with wine and ladies when the castle is being sieged!" Agnus retorted angrily.

'Alexander? Who the hell is Alexander?' Nate thought. He had absolutely no idea of what was going on.

He tried very hard to open his eyes, and when his heavy eyelids finally budged, he was surprised by what he saw.

He found himself in what appeared to be a luxury medieval European palace, complete with ornate tapestries and regal furnishings. The gorgeous palace was filled with a soothing fragrance, and he felt himself unconsciously relax.

He was shocked. He started observing his surroundings after he felt that he had control of his neck again.

Two perfectly postured males appeared in front of him, with one farther away from him.

The one in the background was a 6"5 handsome man in his early thirties. He wore a suit of black European medieval armor and had short, fiery red hair. Even with the antique armor covering his hefty frame, Nate could see that the man's physique was on par with the best bodybuilders he had ever seen.

What stood out most was the huge 2 metre long greatsword that he was carrying on his back. It appeared to weigh around 250 pounds and was as transparent as glass.

However, his handsome face that was staring at Nate on the bed currently had a deep frown on it. It was clear that the handsome man with bright red hair was Agnus who was displeased with Prince Alexander's behaviour.

As his sight moved closer, he realized he was actually lying on a king-sized bed upholstered in a rich gold fabric, with a plump feather pillow beneath his head. A handsome middle-aged man with white hair was sitting on the side of the bed with worry displayed all over his face, and another man who seemed to be in his late sixties stood timidly behind him.

Nate suddenly coughed, a wave of pain assaulting his chest as he tried to sit up. Of course, his cough drew the attention of the three males in the room to him.

"You are awake?!" The middle-aged man with white hair shouted happily, and the expression of worry on his face swiftly dissolved to one of joy and happiness.

"Alexander, how are you feeling? Are you still in pain? Priest Reid said you have to rest properly."

"I . . . you . . . what happened?" Nate didn't know what to say, so he said the first thing that came to his mind.

Right after he said it, he was shocked!

He discovered something unbelievable.

The middle-aged white-haired man was speaking a strange and unfamiliar language. Although Nate once studied languages in the university and was fluent in four foreign languages, he could tell that he had never heard this language before. However, he didn't just understand the language, he could speak it fluently as well!

"Alexander, did you forget? When you were leading the soldiers protecting the kingdom, a sneaky enemy shot a spear at you. Thank God you were wearing an armor, or you would have had to pay a larger price." the middle-aged man explained fondly.

He gently placed his left hand on Nate's forehead. It wasn't hot. Surprise flashed through his eyes, followed by relief.

"Great! Your body temperature is back to normal! Priest Reid said that once your body temperature was back to normal, everything will be alright! Alexander, you are a brave prince!"

"Me, Alexander? Prince?" Nate asked in a stupefied tone.

"That's right. You are the young and brave crown prince of the Assyria Kingdom. You appeared on the fortress walls just in time and boosted the morale of our soldiers so they could fend off another wave of attackers from the invading army!" the middle-aged man explained gently.

Nate felt strange. For some reason, he felt like everything that was going on was part of the medieval movie, and that the director would come out and roll the cameras so he could go home, but nothing of the sort happened.

His mind was incredibly messed up at the moment.

"What the hell? I just finished completing the hell mode 'Goblin Raid' quest after 20 hours of uninterrupted gaming on Zenith Online. The next thing I know, I'm Prince Alexander of some place I've never heard of called the Assyria Kingdom?