Zander woke up with a start, the hard surface of the table pressing on his face. He looked around, trying to understand what had just happened.
His gaze fell on the familiar site that was his office. A place where all the important decisions about his realm are made. He plopped down in the chair, eyes closed.
He knew from the sting he felt that he wasn't just crying in his dreamlike vision. He had been crying in real time too. He sighed heavily, wiping the remnant of tears away.
His head cared from all the events he witnessed. Zander was a decisive man. From a young age, he learnt to fight for what he wanted and worked hard to keep it.
He was thrust into the cruelty of the world where he had to fight for his survival. Until now, it came so easy for him. As easy as breathing.
He never had to think about others. As a ruler, he was firm in his leadership. Laid down rules that kept his people alive and well.
