As soon as the weight of the crown settled itself on Erick's head, surprisingly fitting comfortably, there was a blinding flash of light that forced Erick to quickly close his eyes and looks away. When he opened them again, however, he was no longer standing in his room in the old creepy manor at night.
Instead, he was sitting, in a much larger room, full of sunlight, and completely unfamiliar. His seat was at the end of a long, tall, wide hall. The hall was built out of big stone blocks, very unusual for Erick's area, and full of tall columns. At the opposite end of the hall from Erick there was a pair of huge metal doors that looked like they had some sort of pattern, though he couldn't make it out from so far away, and above them was a circular stained glass window in a colorful spiral pattern. Less elaborate stained glass windows ringed the rest of the top of the walls, and on the ceiling there was a painting of a knight fighting a dragon in a two-dimensional medieval style.
Because of the great height of the hall, it took Erick a moment to notice that the portion of it just above the floor was occupied by a great number of people. The edges of the hall, at least, as the center was empty save for a man kneeling down facing Erick. Erick noticed that the man was dressed very oddly. Instead of the shirt and pants that he usually saw, the man was wearing breeches and a doublet that reminded Erick of his history textbook or the Renaissance Faire that Mike and Sei had dragged him to last year. Speaking of Mike and Sei, where were they? Where were Ryan and Jonathan? Hell, where was he?
Before he could ponder these pressing concerns, he noticed that all the men were either dressed similarly to the kneeling man, or they were wearing suits of armor, or robes. There weren't as many women, but of the ones that were there they were all wearing dresses, not a single one in pants or skirts, and the dresses didn't look very modern either.
Erick glanced down at himself. He was dressed in deep purple robes made of fine, luscious fabric, probably silk, with various gold trimming, a belt made out of golden rope, a heavy golden collar, and a deep red piece of silken fabric around his shoulders that seemed like a mix of a shawl and a cape. Okay, now that was just weird. Not only had he been transported into a place he had never seen before, but somehow someone must have undressed him and dressed him again in clothes that looked like they were straight out of some movie. In his silent panic, Erick barely noticed that the weight of the crown was still on his head.
But he did notice. The one thing that had remained the same. The crown! That must have been it! At the same time as he reached this rather obvious conclusion, he noticed something more surprising. Everyone else in the hall was standing completely still, not even breathing, and the patterns of sunlight were frozen in place. At the moment this clicked in his mind, Erick felt a tingle run through him, and then he felt himself changing.
What manner of king would Erick become?