The Crown of Kronos: Chapter 13

Alex’s P.O.V

“You!” I huffed, “You almost got me a heart attack back there!”

“Sorry,” Charlie giggled.

“Don’t do that next time!” I hissed.

Zarana and Victoria burst into laughter, upsetting me.

“This is not funny!” I pouted.

“Oh Alex, you should relax up a bit.” Vic smiled. “The most important thing is that the crown is safe and sound with us, right?”

I sighed.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I rolled my eyes.

“Hey guys, we’re nearing SF Bay.” Zarana said, looking into the open sky through the window. From the front window, I could see Alcatraz Island. I remembered how when I first saw it, the image of the prisoners made me stay up and gave me nightmare for days. Monsters. Titans. Evil, heartless demigods. I shook it off, too creeped out to think about it.

“Show us the second piece.” I said. The screen flickered and showed us the image of the stairs inside the prison, old and covered in dust.

“Zoom right there.” Zarana pointed at a section.

“The crown?” I asked.

“Mhm.” She replied, pointing at a section on the stairs. I squinted my eyes, trying to focus. Slowly, the tiny section glowed with golden light.

“Cool.” I smiled and elbowed her.

“Come here, guys!” Zarana shouted. Charlie and Victoria walked towards us, their attention drawn to the screen.

“I see it!” Victoria exclaimed, her eyes glinted with joy.

“Me too. But.. Where exactly are those stairs?” Charlie asked.

“Err.. Quite deep inside the prison.” Zarana pressed the tiny map next to the image of the stairs, zooming into it. She pointed at the glowing red light, indicating the stairs.

“How are we gonna get there?” I asked.

“Do the mist thingy!” Victoria squealed.

“Landing in Alcatraz, San Francisco.” The cold, monotone voice announced from the speaker, cutting off our conversation. We braced ourselves for another rough landing.

The car engine roared and it made a sudden swerve to the right. We flew straight down and landed roughly on the ground, bumping and shaking before we finally stopped.

“Here we are,” Vic said, frightened.

The door swung open.

Here comes nothing, I sighed.