You know, I'm more than positive I've already written this before, but I can't for the life of me find that original transcript of what I had been writing. Probably got stolen or something. Shame. Then again, I might have just burnt it to kink shame Twilight and her book fetish.

Knowing me, that's probably exactly what I did.

Love you Sparky, don't try to geld me in my sleep please and thank you.

(It's literally your average HiE fic, except the guy is British, swears like there's no tomorrow and will most definitely be the grandest sarcastic arsehole that ever graced the land at the best of times. )

AN

Buckle up kiddos, we're doing the fucking time warp. Re-rewrite of the original with new and old shit happening. Variety is the spice of life, after all.

In case anyone remembers this story and thinks that I went through the trash to steal this story from the original author?

I am the original author. Give me your credit card details.

My Father was a Gamer, and one night he comes home acting cringier than usual...

For many a millennia he has slumbered beneath the earth, his strength recovering from a conflict as old as the sands it was fought upon. For many a millennia he and his people withered away into legends, spoken of by the elderly to their young as nothing more than stories before bed. For many a millennia the world itself forgot about this being, hidden away within a cage of dirt and rock and time.

But now he has awoken to find himself lost in a world nearly unrecognisable, dominated by a species he'd not laid eyes upon for many, many years indeed.

Yet there still lived a select few who knew him personally. To them, he was an old yet dear friend, long believed to have been lost to the cataclysm that cost him his people and his kingdom. Despite all the time that had elapsed and despite all that had happened throughout the years, they still knew his name.

Cyrus Perennem, 'The King Without a Crown'.