Alane slowly bent over, pushing different chunks of rubble aside. He scanned around the room, odd, he noted. "It seemed as though some of the artifacts had changed since this morning, many of the paintings displayed a single man dressed as an emperor. Standing back up to his full height, pulls out the crown. Looking at it, and seeing his reflection in the jewels encrusted within, he entered almost a trance. The crown began to vibrate within his hands, as the jewels began to light up. In shock, Alane opens up his hands and lets the crown fall.<br/><br/>In what seems to be almost slow motion, the crown falls towards the ground. The moment the crown was about to touch the ground, everything around the two of them froze. The old clocks in the room that were ticking proudly fell instantly silent, as the hands quit moving. A weird eerie feeling washed over him, but only for a moment, as he stared at the crown. The desire to take the crown, to touch it, hold it, wear it, began to over take himself. His body was screaming at him, "STOP, DON'T TOUCH IT" But all he could do was reach forwards. His hand neared the crown, as the lights emitted from the jewels began to crown. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the women he was with. His brain noted that nothing happened to her ether. But just as the thoughts came, they had left, all he could think about was the crown. His hand neared it, getting ready to grasp it.....