It was a sunny day.
Princess Keens was having some fun playing on her Nintendo Switch when her screen changed to that of a live news broadcast. It was an emergency amber alert. A young prince was kidnapped and the perpetrator was known to be a mad sorcerer who cast a high-level spell called Meteor Fall before making his escape. So now the whole world was in danger.
A meteor.
It was known that a meteor was what caused the extinction of all life before ancient history.
How anyone knew that a meteor wiped out life back then was still a mystery since the study of science was shunned upon and discriminated against.
His royal majesty the King Keens rushed into his throne room, turned off the amber alert and went back to his den to resume watching his favourite show. The Game of Thrones.
It was about this time when the author was running. Out of ideas.
Until it hit him... or her. "I've got it! I'll send Handor to another world!"
But who was Handor? Was this character ever introduced into this world? No one knew. No one, except the author and perhaps ... the readers who didn't tee-ell-dee-arrd the synopsis.
And so it came to pass.
Handor woke up one sunny day. Lying down. In his pyjamas. Getting up from his bed or what seemed to be his bed... He looked down and noticed he wasn't in his bed or in his room.
He was in the middle of what seemed like the middle of a vast hillside meadow. Looking up, he saw the sky. And the sun. And almost went blind. So he quickly averted his sight away from the bright shining sun and looked around his surroundings.
He could not see civilization in all directions.
It was then the author realized his mistake. The author had sent Handor to the wrong world.