So there he was; a thirteen year old elven prince, all set to defend his father's city against a monstrous army. Next thing he knows, he's snatched out of the Allegorical Plane, and dropped into the Skewalogical Dimension. How did this happen... and why?

Just a follower of Christ and an old media artist. Death isn't the end, you know, and we don't fade to black. We dissolve to the next scene.