"It's King Rheodyn!"
It was the animals that knocked you out first. They were slender but
strong-looking, and had a long, almost translucent silver-white coat.
You could see every perfect strand of fur as it brushed to and fro on
the beautiful animals, with their sapphire and green eyes shadowed by
white lashes.
Your eyes flickered to King Rheodyn. He was very handsome for his
mid-30s, and had ash blonde hair like sand. His skin was oiled
vigorously. It gleamed in the little bit of light that reached him
through the tent of fabric, which shielded him from the burning
Atlantean sun. His eyes were a deep, deep blue-green......
Suddenly, you realized what was strange about this scene. Everything
seemed so perfect and unblemished - almost like the scenes in 'Final
Fantasy', except that everything had a more REAL edge to it. It
disturbed you no doubt, but you were amazed how everything seemed so
much clearer in this world - the outlines and colours were sharper,
more vivid. Your senses were also functioning much better - your sense
of smell, eyesight, touch. The slightest breeze sent tingled your skin
in a way it never would've back in your world.
What happens next?
You swivel around. On your humble, cobbled street, a magnificent
carriage being pulled by vaguely illama-looking animals was
approaching. People had retreated to the fringes of the street, where
they either bowed or curtesyed as the carriage passed.
