The Crown

This is a partial, and not very good, description of a scene I was considering. Perhaps I will work on it more later.

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The wind swirled around them as he knelt before her. When she reached out her hand to touch the crown he arrogantly wore, it was turned to dust and caught up in the vortex. The wind moved faster now, narrowing its focus on the shining figure of the girl, until at last the remains of the crown swirled around her head like a crown of dust. A particle erupted in a beam of light, and like a fire it spread to those around it, until it was impossible to look at her. As suddenly as it started, it stopped. The dust had once again become the crown. Its rightful owner had claimed it.