Chapter 3

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(Scott's POV: That's his empire above this)

Scott landed on one of the mountains almost above Rivendale. It was snowing again. The ice pikes got bigger and all the water had frozen over already. Snow everywhere. He headed toward his house and looked it the mirror. He didn't look like himself. His hands frozen but the cold not bothering him. Ice still on him even though he was inside. Some snow in his cyan hair. His wings still made out of ice as well. And Scott's eyes were not cyan, but a more icy blue. 

"Why did I think it was ok to go there? I should have know something would happen." He headed toward the door with a blocking to block it. "I need to just lock myself inside of here." He looked outside.

"Look at my empire." He turned away. "I need to run away. Where I can't hurt anyone else."

He went upstairs to his room and sat down on his bed. "I'm not fit to rule Rivendale. anymore." Scott got up and packed some food in a bag and materials just in case. It was just some stuff he grabbed quickly. But before he could go, he had to change into different clothes. He might not feel the cold but it could be a side affect. He took of his Rivendale armor that was meant for someone who could lead, but that wasn't him.

Going into his change room, he grabbed what would keep the elf warm.  A warm white jacket, good pants and white gloves. He took of Xornoth's crystal so he wouldn't lose it.

"Well, I better take this to the meeting room." Scott walked past the villager houses and pushed the lever, entering the meeting room. The white walls and cyan roof were still bright. Seeing the white and gold throne and chairs, the wood table. The ally wall. He might never come back. He knew that he had some good times here. But it was time to leave. The elf left the corrupted crystal next to the stag antlers.

"Goodbye." Looking back at the throne he said, "I'm not fit to sit on that throne anymore." So Scott left, took one last look at his empire, said, "I failed you all." And flew away into the snowy night.

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