Scott's P.O.V -

The ice shatters and crashes down to the floor, and the cliff falls with it. All the breakage has uncovered a mossy doorway, it's edges worn over time. "What is this..?"

Brushing away the moss and foliage, I can see a small doorknob, engraved with intricate patterns. Turning it, cold sweat trickles down my forehead. Why? It can't be dangerous. Right? 

Clunk.

The door slides to the side, and dust blows out into the fresh mountain air.

"Cough, cough! Ugh..."

The doorway leads to a dark room, and I shuffle my feet. Should I? Oh geez. What else do I have to do.

I shuffle inside, and torches light up, their flames a mysterious blue. "That's new."

A long hallway ahead makes me shiver. How did I not find this before? It's so big... Pretty hard to miss. I walk over to the torch-lit walls, and inscriptions are engraved into the ancient stone. Little people bowing to a larger person wielding a giant sword, and an unnecessarily spiky crown. Ok.

Walking further in, the hall separates into two. "Left, or right..?"

I turn to the left. The path separates again. I go right. It branches off. Again I go right. Another fork in the road. I grimace. This is one hundred percent a maze. I hate these. Easy to enter. Difficult to leave.

I sigh. "Well, let's see how this goes."

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I stamp my foot against the wall so hard, I hear the stone crack. "Ouch."

I slouch down on the floor. This is hopeless. How long have I been here? Minutes? Hours? I don't know. All I know is I won't get anywhere sitting here on the floor.

Rubbing my head, I continue forward. There's nothing I can do, stuck in this maze-no. This is a freaking labyrinth for Aeor's sake. Groaning, I don't bother keeping my eyes open at this stage. This is my idea of a nightmare.

Walking aimlessly, I hit my head on something hard and blunt. "Ow!" 

I look up to see a large pole right in front of me. "What?" I turn around to see a small room, with two pillars at the entrance. One of which I bumped into. 

Walking into the mystery room, a pedestal is placed in the centre, and atop it, is a familiar looking spiky crown. I look around the walls, and they're all engraved with images of the crown and its wielders. "Huh." 

Examining it closer, the spikes are made of thin icicles, and the band connecting them, is entirely out of ice as well. "What is this..?"

Suddenly, an urge to grasp it comes over me, and I reach out my hand. It feels cold, no surprise. 

What do I do with it? Surely I can't leave it here. I came all this way. I should take it.

I lift it up before placing it upon my head. 

"Heh."