The crown is right infront of me, dark and still, but somehow alive. I dont know how i got here. One second ago, i was crossing the street on my way home. Now, Im kneeling on a ice-cold floor. As if i was in the middle of the Mount Everest. The room is big, its looks ancient. "Take it" someone says. Their voice is soft and calm but heavy, like they're used to giving orders.
I stare at the crown. It doesnt look special to me. Just black metal with strange red lines going through it. But there's something about it that makes my chest tighten. My hand moves on its own to reach for the crown.
"Wait" i say to myself .. my voice shaking. What will happen if i do? What will happen if i decide to wear that pitch black crown?
I asked "Why me?". The figure steps closer, he looks at me with a smile, "Because the crown chose you." he says.
I take a shaky breath. Whatever this place is, whoever these people are. I know one thing, and that is that i cant stay here forever.
After he said what he said, It was completely silent .. A few seconds pass and then in an instant the ice cold room disappears. I only hear a very serious sounding voice telling me, "Rule" .
With that single word, my fate is sealed.