Chapter Two

Tuck felt that he could never understand the crown was Poseidon’s; sapphire, pearls, emeralds, rubies and the Gods crest upon it. Lightning and solid gold. A chintz pillow as what the crown was sitting on. Suddenly a looming figure by the name Don Ruscinance said “don’t touch that.”

“I was not. I only wanted a look,” said Tuck timidly.                                                                                                                               “Anyway don’t touch it you will regret it.”                                                                                                                                              “Why? Is it cursed?”                                                                                                                                                                              A moment of silence passed and Don Ruscinance finally said,” put it back were you found it and leave it alone.”

CRASH. A huge noise from behind the curtain caused Don to retreat behind the curtain. After what seemed like years Tucks eyes travelled to the crown and looked like they would never look at something else. It was like a spell pulling him forward and with every step the pull became stronger and stronger until Tuck could stand it no longer.

First the very tips of his fingers touched the smooth glass like texture of sapphire. Next he graciously slid his hands around the crown. When silence had been broken by the wind battering the door slowly very slowly Tuck began to place the crown on his head.

Tuck imagined all people on earth bowing down to him whilst ordering them around. But, something felt strange, eerie and unearthly. Snapping his eyes open, Tuck stared around the room. But after fifteen seconds, he blinked. However, instead of making his vision clearer, everything around him became blurry. Then, he rubbed his eyes to make it go away but it didn’t.

The world around him slowed down. It was only then that he realised what was making him feel like this. The crown! Desperate to try and pull it off, he failed. Either his arms were too weak, or the crown wouldn’t let him. Suddenly, he began to fall. Was it sleep? Or something much worse?

The crown, evil or lovely (Tuck could not tell anymore,) slipped off his head and shattered sending thousands of crystal and sapphire fragments over him. Then, darkness…

Later, or so Tuck thought, a small white light appeared in the darkness. Whizzing around, it got bigger. Eventually, Tuck could see the world. Although, h could not make out any details. In that moment, he realised that coloured figures surrounded him; any colour you could think of: blue, pink, red, green, yellow, gold, silver just to name a few.

But, they definitely were speaking. Tuck could only just make out what they were saying.

“Who is he?”

“Where did he come from?”

“Why is he here?”

“What is that blue stuff in his hair?”

Opening and shutting his eyes twice, he regained full vision again miraculously. But, what he saw could only be described as glorious or, well, miraculous.

Tuck barely had enough time to take in all of the wonders that were bestowed upon him. A golden chariot pulled up in front of him. It was pulled up by sea horses. Poseidon himself stepped out with long, blond hair and was draped in a toga. A stern look on his face, he said in the deepest voice like a tuba: smooth and deep.

“Tuck, you, boy will come with me…”

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