The cold room vanishes in the blick of an eye. One second im kneeling on a floor thats covered with ice, staring at the mysterious pitch black crown, and next im standing in the middle of a bustling street. Ive never seen a street so busy before. The buildings around me are pretty tall, made of wood and stone. And the air smells very strange, like metal and smoke. People pass by dressed in odd clothes .. some in long robes, others in armor. But no one seems to notice me. Its like im invisible to them.
I touch the crown on my head. It feels cold and heavy, as though its pulling me somewhere. I dont know where I am but its clear that this isnt a normal place.
I begin walking, hoping to find someone who can explain me whats happening and why have i been teleported to this world.
My feet lead me towards a large building thats nearby. As i walk to the building, i see giant wooden doors and strange symbols craved into the stone. People bow as they enter. Theres something about it that makes me feel like i belong here.
Without thinking, I approach the door. It swings open, as thought its expecting me. I step inside.
The air here is much more comfortable than outside, and the room is quiet and empty, save for a tall throne far at the end. Its made of dark wood, and theres someone sitting on the throne. hidden in the shadows. Im not sure why, but i feel drawn to the throne. My feet move on their own.
As i approach, a voice fills the room. calm and powerful.
"Welcome to Ardellia, Chosen One." he says.
Wait what?! Chosen one? What does that even mean?
The thrones occupant stands, their movements slow but purposeful. Theyre wearing dark robes, and their face remains hidden in the shadows. Its hard to see who they are, but i feel their gaze at me.
"The crown has chosen you" they say, their voice echoing. "You are the one who will rule."
i dont understand. Me? a ruler?! Im just a ordinary stupid person who wasnt even successful in my last life how am i supposed to be a ruler?! Why would i be chosen for something like this?
Before i can even ask any questions, the figure steps closer, their presence is overwhelming. They extend a hand toward me, and i feel a weird pull from the crown. Its like its urging me forward. Pushing me towards the figure.
"Your destiny begins now," they say. "Its time to accept it" .
im not sure what to do, but the crown weighs heavily and i cant ignore it, i take a step forward, uncertain, but ready for whatever comes next.