Enchanted Kingdom 1:The brightest night

Chapter 2: The visit to the armoury room

"My fellow servants. Will you please lead Frost into the armoury room? He is allowed to pick any one of the armours." The emperor told his servants.

The servants all bowed respectfully and led Frost through different corridors and rooms and turns.

Finally, a servant bowed low and said to Frost, "Sir, the armoury room is here."

Frost looked around.

He saw another room, right next to the armoury room.

The door to the room looked polished and well handled.

While the armoury room looked old and worn.

Frost rubbed dust off the sign on the armoury room door.

The sign printed: broom closet.

"Sorry to interrupt, but isn't this the Broom Closet?" Frost asked the servants as he pointed at the armoury room the servants led him to.

"No sir, this is the armoury room. Emperor Icicle changed it just this morning." A servant explained.

"Then what about that other room?" Frost asked, still puzzled. "Sir, that is the old armoury room. For some personal reasons, Emperor Icicle doesn't want to knock the old armoury room down." the servant explained.

"May I know why?" Frost questioned.

"No sir. The reasons are personal."

"And do you know why?"

"Sorry, sir, but I really am telling you too much. Pardon me." The servant replied apologetically.

They entered the armoury room.

The armoury room was a colossal room with high ceilings and red carpets. The servants all stood at a corner in the room. On guard. The armours were all a beauty. Gold, silver, diamonds, rubies, emeralds, sapphires, and all you could think of were engraved on all sorts of unique armours.

Frost didn't dare touch them, he felt uneasy about all this somehow.

As if it was all a trick.

A servant walked up to him.

"Sir. If you don't know which armour to pick, maybe I can help." the servant said.

"'kay."

"This one, carved by dwarfs. Gold, see? Strong gold, not like the usual ones. Okay? This one, leather. Knitted by fairies, see? Very delicate, easy to breathe, not like the gold one." The servant told Frost as he pointed to different armours.

"What about these?"

"These ones. Ooh, this one, feel it. No, no it's okay to touch. Yeah, yeah. Now, feel the padding? Yeah? Now, the padding is fairy leather. Unique. Now the armour itself, is dwarf mined, dwarf trimmed, dwarf carved, everything dwarfish, so it's the best quality, see? We also have this blue diamond helmet. Everything dwarf-made, yeah, very hard, difficult to break, see? Now, I'll throw it on the floor, it's okay, I promise, it won't break. It's okay, trust me."

"You sure?"

"Yep, it's fine. Dropped it on the floor many times myself! And see? Not a single scratch, good as new."

The servant picked up the helmet and threw it to the floor.

CRASH!

The helmet fell to the floor.

It didn't break.

The servant picked up the helmet and said, "See? Told you, good as..."

Before the servant could finish his sentence, the helmet cracked in his hands.

"Uh..."Frost asked, uncertain of what to say.

"Old. Anyway, it's okay, Emperor Icicle will not find out. Because he still has seven thousand and thirty-four- actually thirty-three, 'cause I just broke one-more helmets just like this."

The servant opened a door and beckoned Frost to go inside.

Frost went in.

He was gobsmacked by what he saw.

So many helmets.

Neatly lined up.

All the same colour.

All the same carvings.

Everything is the same.

"Uh... so, just asking... are these helmets all the same?" Frost asked the servant who was admiring the helmets one by one.

"Oh... no, no, no sir. These are all special. Different from each other. Now see this? Elf mined. Elf carved. Everything elf made. Horrible quality. This one, striked by a lightning bolt. A pity. As it was dwarf made, beautiful quality before. But now horrid. Anyway, this third one. Can you see some claw marks? Yeah? Wore by the emperor himself! Went on an adventure but got horrible clawed. Now this fourth one..."

The servant kept on talking about the helmets.

Frost was bored.

He looked away when the servant was talking about the fifth helmet. Frost stared at the falling snow, only nodded at the stops and pretended to listen when the servant was talking.

A few hours later, the servant finally finished talking about helmets. Frost looked around and found a door,

Locked.

Frost asked the servant, "Uh... may I see what's behind this door?"

"Sure." The servant replied as he unbolted the door.

Frost followed the servant into the locked room.

They went in door after door after door after door.

"Security Reasons." The servant had said.

After a few more doors, they finally entered a normal room.

"Mm... uh... what happens next?" Frost asked dizzy and puzzled from the many doors he had gone through and the many turns he had made.

"Ah... just watch and learn." The servant said.

The servant pulled a leaver and a chest came to view.

"Open it." The servant ordered as he passed Frost a key.

Frost felt uneasy.

"Uh... maybe you do it?" Frost mumbled.

"No, no, sir you open it!" The servant replied firmly.

Frost took the key and placed it into the lock.

Nothing happened.

"You have to twist the key, silly." The servant said.

Frost twisted the key.

The chest opened.