The Crown

"Hello, this is my twenty-fifth journal entry." The blonde haired man talked alone in his tent, as the cold air outside started to get even louder and apparently stronger, he could feel his entire tent shaking and bracing itself for what appeared to be a snow storm. "This...ssss... is Andrew Murttons; I'm in my second week here in the Arctic, (Gosh... its cold...) Right now, the people in charge of me are helping themselves to the incredibly cold weather outside, while I continue to study about what they prolong to be a village hidden under ice and snow." He paused to try and sip from his cup, the sweet taste of hot chocolate.

"As... you can't see here, my hot cocoa is frozen solid... I cannot really begin to think what I got myself into... Right now, my wife is pregnant but it'll be a long time before she can give birth."

"Murttons!" A brown skinned man with a strange Mexican accent spoke outside his tent. "Murttons! We found something!"

"Oh!" Andrew quickly stood up with his tape recorder and continued to chat. "Right now, one of my co-workers is calling me, and finally, I think they dug something from the snow... I gotta call back later." He stopped the recording and walked right outside his tent.

Outside was what seemed like the thickest snowstorm he had ever seen, the freezing temperature was getting under the five layers of clothes he was wearing, right now, he seemed like a really fat guy with all of the jackets and sweaters, but even that couldn't stop the cold.

"Pedro!" Andrew yelled through all the snow. "Where are you!?" He couldn't see a thing except for the dozens of small dots of lights coming towards him, searchlights maybe?
Suddenly, Andrew felt the cold hands that crept behind him. He yelped and fell on the snow. "Pedro?!" Andrew couldn't see through the thick snow. "Is that you?"

"Murttons, Boss say's follow me to dig site." Pedro's voice echoed inside Andrew's mind.

"Could you help me up?" Andrew felt Pedro slowly tugging him upward, slowly but surely, he soon follows him towards what seems like the dig site, strangely, he noticed the different people he assumed worked with him. The layer of snow in the dig site was neatly bowed into a flat field of snow. Poking right through the middle of the snow seemed like some kind of roof.

"This is it?" Andrew couldn't help but admire the blue roof, even if it was covered almost completely with snow.

"Have you tried ripping the roof open?" A strange and familiar voice echoed through the flurry.

"Uh..." Andrew couldn't help but stare at the man right in front of him, it was his boss. "Mr. Abadeer, it's a pleasure to finally meet you!" They made a simple handshake and Abadeer looked deeply at the roof. "Call me Hunson, Andrew, it won't kill you." He made himself chuckle a little.

"Right now, my best men are going to enter that building... Why don't we go inside and have a drink?"

"Oh... I don't drink sir." Andrew shook his head. Andrew suddenly shot a strange glare at the four or five people that moved just past them. "Are they?"

"Yes." Hunson sniffed as they continued to walk in the surging snowfall. "They're wearing only suits, trained by the very best to survive even the harshest conditions, heck, they could survive even if they got stuck inside a floating iceberg."

"No kidding..." Andrew continued to admire the four or five identical men. They looked rather tough, with their buzz cuts and briefcases.

"Yep." Hunson finally found his tent and they entered. "They'll do it for the business. They're crazy businessmen."
Inside the tent was not so much different from that of Andrew's. It had a bed, a workspace and a nice stove.

"Can I ask you something Mr...? Err... Hunson?"

"Fire away."

"Do you have any kids?" Andrew couldn't help but get his curiosity stuck in the wrong places. "It's just that, my wife's pregnant, and I could really use some... advice."

"Kids?" Hunson took out a small bottle of what seemed like whiskey. "I have a baby girl, her name's Marceline. Let me tell you something, she's a vampire queen... she bleeds me dry all the time."

"Is it that hard to be a parent?" Andrew asked again.
Hunson simply took a small sip from his bottle and hiccupped. "It... hic... may be difficult... hic... but it sure is worth it. Best Jo—hic—job in the world! Do me a favour Murttons..."

"Yes sir?"

"Let yourself out, I get drunk easily."

"Uh... yes sir." Andrew quickly exited the tent and zipped the entrance close. He heard something clattering down the ice hard ground, something metallic, just inside the tent he had left.
He quickly decided to ignore that and find his way back to the dig site.
(Exactly 3:02 pm)

"What happened?" Andrew could see the dozens of people panicking as he walked closer to the site. Eventually, he pinned down a scurrying Pedro. Holding Pedro's coat, he asks him what's going on.

"Men are not coming back up." He gasped for air. "Few minutes later, explosion happened in building, caused a pillar of ice to appear!" Andrew couldn't hold on much longer, he let go and Pedro ran for dear life.

"But... that's impossible..." Andrew walked closer to the dig site and found what Pedro was talking about.
He couldn't believe it.

A solid pillar of ice, just like Pedro said. The pillar was somehow emitting a couple of dark silhouettes in the snow even though it was crystal clear. That's when Andrew made the biggest mistake to look up. Just inside the pillar was what seemed like the men that had recently entered the small building.

Andrew was literally frozen solid in horror; some of them had their hands or legs pointing the wrong direction. Others were rather bloody and looked rather dead. "What could've done such a..."

"Hello stranger." Someone's voice echoed inside his mind, it made Andrew kneel down on the snow and suffer such unbearable pain. "I'm just like you..." The voice was getting closer. "I too feel the pain that our world feels. They're whispering to me."

Andrew covered his ears and screamed. "Make it stop!"

"Three horrid creatures, from three dif'rent symbols!" The voice sang in his mind. "A crown, an amulet, a book of power, reasons a battle. One lives of ice and snow, another chaos and the sorrow of poor souls. Pure blood, tarnished by evil, shall be defeated by one likely hero, created by the same blood, destroyed by the created blood, the war will end, for a moment or two, The last of its kind shall bring back the past, hidden from the tree and shielded with sap. The evil's only symbol of power shall be destroyed and again they battle, a wish will be granted, a wish will be stopped, a wish shall end the dispute at last."
Andrew fell down on the frosty snow and lost all signs of consciousness. But somehow, he could make out a small figure walking away, an old looking man with a crown on his head.

The first creature is awakened...