Everyone had been, for the most part, silent for a short while now—the droning of the winter's wind raging through. With the battle over it was only a matter of time before V.I.R.A.L showed up to get them out. Alton sat on the floor, staring at the crown, no one wanted to be the first one to speak up about the harsh reality. Only one person could have their wish granted. Alton stood up, taking a breather as an icy particle left his mouth. He held his arms close, trying to keep warm. He walked over to the crown, losing patience only for Harmony to stop him, staring blankly towards him. "What are you doing?"
Alton pushed her arm away, ignoring her. "What does it look like? I'm having my wish granted."
"Who gave you permission?"
