It was half-past-two and 12 was getting tired. He'd found himself a new room in a cupboard and tried to make it look nice, it was something to be proud of for a five minute try late at night. He lay in bed for a few minutes. His head was soar, his arms were numb and his legs were aching but that was the least of his problems, how was 5? And what will happen?
He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew he was back in the throne room but couldn't control his body. He walked to the talisman and picked it up.
Click, one third pushed in.
Click, then the next. He tried to drop it but couldn't
Click, then the last. Suddenly the talisman opened and a green light flashed into his eyes and mouth. But the light was making noise. It was screaming. Through the screams a bold voice yelled.
"Ha" it yelled with a hideous slash of a whip. The light screamed in agony. 12 to let go but he couldn't. Suddenly and explosion rang in his head and he fell to the ground, not dead but not alive...