[ WP ] The golden crown glowed as it was placed on my head ... then vanished without a trace , to the shock of the crowd .

`` Daren, Son of Illen'' 
 
 Daren took a step forward and the crown was placed on his head, and the ceremonial oath was recited, but I could n't care less. The coronation ceremony had been a tradition in Forgona for generations, and as far as I knew it was the most boring day of the year. 
 
 Thousands of years ago, there was a great king, Roth, who rose from seemingly nowhere at the age of 13 years old from my town. He came to rule all of Gorgoth, a feat no ruler since then has accomplish. What's more, he was able to unite all the races of men, demon, angel, monster, elf, orc, dwarf... they called it the most peaceful age in history. 
 
 `` Plinth, Eldest Son of Holdur.'' 
 
 Ever since, my town has held a Coronation every year, using the same crown once worn by Roth, partly as a rite of passage for young children through the transition into adulthood, and partly to try and find someone who can once again rise through the ashes, and assume the mantle of unifier of Gorgoth, which has fallen into a time of darkness. 
 
 `` Octamius, Youngest Son of Holdur'' 
 
 I was not excited for the ceremony for a number of reasons, the foremost reason being my parents would not be able to witness my coronation. They had been murdered in cold blood years ago, a memory I will never shake from my mind. I stood still, my mind wandering, when I heard my name, very loudly: 
 
 `` Elena, Daughter of Jobe.'' 
 
 I took my step forwards, and they placed the crown and began reciting the oath, but stopped mid-sentence. The crown had begun glowing... 
 
 The faces in the crowd grew more and more shocked as the crown burned brighter and brighter, and then it suddenly disappeared from the top of my head, but I still felt it's weight on my body. 
 
 Only one word escaped my mouth when I realized what had happened. `` Fuck.'' 
 

