Chapter 3: The incredible moment

Neil found himself by the magnificent palace gates, golden- polished patterns, curled consecutively, around the fine, intricate oak, and then the mountainous gates opened: heavenly music ascended upwards into the air, from immense, brass trumpets; ruthless, sturdy soldiers marched continuesly, like the courageous folk from the army; towering, stone turrets, crouched over him, like fearsome giants on the run… How extraordinary.

“Where, erm…am, a…I?” Neil stuttered, more frightened than amazed. Neil eyed his divine surroundings suspiciously, constantly gazing at scrumptious, appetizing feasts; the thunderous cheers of eager citizens; the elegant, glorious music; but something just didn’t feel right…

Suddenly, a voice, clearer than much others, was overheard, a wealthy man, cloaked in plum- purple robes, miniature shimmering beads, sliding down his vibrant clothes. “I just wonder where my beloved monocle is, don’t you too, chaps?” a rather stern voice exclaimed, as he questioned his clueless soldiers.

At that very moment, all the tremendous chaos, came to a sudden halt. The villager’s true emperor had spotted the trembling Neil, accompanied by the glistening monocle. The emperor’s emerald eyes darted towards Neil once more. Silence only. “ Tally- ho!” he yelled, and his brutal soldiers made their way towards Neil.

A raging soldier stomped his squalid boot against the floor and his blood- shot eyes were ordering Neil to hand over the monocle, or else the most disastrous would happen. Neil hesitated, but stayed as cold as the coldest ice. The ignorant soldier, slashed his murderous sword in the air, but missed Neil, as he had hauled himself to the side. Spinning his entire body round, Neil raced down the cobbled streets, not dare looking back, before soon the soldier was lost in haunting darkness.