Hey guys! WWKC121 here! I'm back with Forks in the Road! Sorry it took so long, I've been going through some pretty crazy stuff. I was gone two weekends ago and was going to publish the first chapter last weekend, but literally right before I was about to write it my girlfriend broke up with me. That kind of put a damper on the rest of my day, and threw me right out of the writing mood. Since then I've had writer's block, but today I decided I'd buckle down and get this done. So without further ado, let's get to the story!
The breaking waves cascaded down the icy shore, violently pummeling the massive mountains. The Universe was inhabited in almost every nook and cranny by some sort of creature, save for here, at the poles of this icy planet, too cold for any living creature to survive unprotected, even the sturdy penguins that inhabited more southerly climes. This land had remained unchanged for the better part of a million years, and probably would remain the same way for another thousand. It was here that the Crown was born, all those years ago, and it still felt a small amount of nostalgia for the place. Returning home, after all those years, was a welcome prospect. Its current owner, even in his frost resistant state that the crown provided them with, was barely alive. A week ago they, or rather the crown, as the boy was too shell-shocked to respond cognitively, had awoken to find themselves falling, thousands of feet up, into this land of ice and snow. They had crash-landed into a snow bank, breaking the boy's left arm. After the boy had reawakened, the Crown had directed him its nearby home, deep in the mounds of ice and snow, at the ruins of an ancient, frozen village. That had been one victory for all of the fire and warmth out there, but the Crown knew everything would freeze in the end, if it waited long enough. Eventually the whole universe would go dark, and the Crown would have room for its new infinite empire of ice and snow.
But wait, what was this? There was something amiss. Deep in the heart of the boy, he was feeling… hope? Accursed emotion! It may not have been the warmest, but the steady heat was a nuisance. The crown directed its considerable psychic power, working to snuff the hope in its cradle. It amassed its thoughts into a single, icy spike, driving them into the brain of the boy, through the dark exterior of his mind to the small glowing center, rushing through, almost there and…
The spike stopped. A wall had appeared between the psychic spike and the glimmer of hope. Strong and red, the wall rotated in a hexagonal pattern. The Crown quickly traced through the boy's memories, searching for what this thing might possibly be. And then, the Crown found it.
The Vault.
Sorry guys, I know it's short, but I've got major writer's block and haven't even finished planning past this point. I'll try to get an update to you tomorrow or Monday. Again, sorry.