Zandor In Crisis

Chaos was universal. It mattered not where one lay one's head, one would find chaos lying next to him or her. Just as the Dreamscape was faced with its own challenges and trials, the hand of fate had not been removed from Zandor either. The world of Zandor was facing a crisis incomparable to any other. One could say that what Zandor was going against was far greater than whatever trial Mane was facing. If Mane deemed Pazuzu a vast ocean, then Zandor's situation was akin to being besieged on all sides by 4 great oceans! So it was now; so it had been for a while now.

Within the palace of the Western Empire's royal family, in a room that was desolate of all things but a man, the young Prince of the Western Empire was seated in a cross-legged position. The neatly cut brown hair of the boy - nay, man; for the past few years had forced the young Prince to go through much growth - slightly shivered with the currents of the winds that lifted them to and fro. Like a still boulder the young Pri