Chapter 13.

  There was absolutely nothing that he could do about it.
He felt so powerless. His anger built up inside.
  They continued along the highway. Aroht was tied onto
Terrol’s horse for care. Enigma kept to the back. He
juggled his dagger in frustration. He just had to do
something. 
  Many things went through his mind. Mainly things that
could have got him into a lot of trouble, and things that
he just shouldn’t have been thinking. 
  His manoeuvring was interrupted by the familiar tingle
on the inside of his vest. He pulled out his book from an
inside pocket, and flicked through the pages to the new
message. “Fear not.” it read. “This seemingly
catastrophic outcome shall labour in your benefit. Your
worries should be put aside. You have a greater task soon
to be. Your loss shall be redeemed in time.”
  He put the book away with disgust. To be asked to put a
friends life or death aside was an outrage. 
  ‘It’s a pity you had to use your powers.’ Ksid
commiserated. ‘I would have liked to keep them a secret
longer than what it was.’ He concentrated on Enigma’s
face. The boy’s eyes were withdrawn. ‘What did the book
say?’
  ‘Nothing rather pleasing.’ Enigma answered. 
  ‘Well what ever it said, just know that Lord Serenity
is here with us - literally.’
  ‘But how can he be here if he’s captured.’ Power asked.
  ‘You’ll find out sooner or later.’ Ksid promised.
  They continued along the thin track. They road under a
continuous arch way, the tree trunks acting as the walls
and the green covering being the very top of the arch.
The occasional forest animal darted here and there,
whilst the hidden birds looked on noisily. The vast shade
kept everyone cool, with the help of a gentle breeze.
  The arrival of the new Uncommon’s was anticipated by
all, but they were disappointed as night came without a
trace of what they were expecting.
  ‘I wonder when this person’s going to show up?’ Iikin
said as he got the fire going.
  ‘In time.’ Ksid assured ‘But we all have to remember,
the first person that we encounter may not be the person
we’re waiting for. It’s possible that the enemy know of
our expectation. So if someone unexpectedly turns up, we
must be cautious and not reveal anything to him until we
can trust him. Am I understood?’
  In turn, they nodded.
  The fed on meat and bread and got to sleep early.
Enigma lay in his tent with sleep far from near. 
  Sly was on his mind. He couldn’t help but to think that
this was all his fault. In his own mind, she was his
responsibility. Unwillingly, he drifted to sleep.
*  *  *
  This time round, they didn’t experience any unusual
dreams. 
  ‘Wake up.’ a droll voice said to him. It was Iikin. 
‘It’s your turn.’ With a sigh, he wiped his eyes with his 
hands, and forced him self up.
  ‘Who’s next?’ Enigma asked, putting his tomahawk and  
dagger in his belt.
  ‘Power’ Iikin answered. ‘I tried to get him up earlier,
but he wouldn’t. It’s like trying to wake up a bear from
hibernation.
  The night air was cool, and a little on the chilly
side. The fire had long since died out, leaving a steady
stream of smoke from the ashes to fill the atmosphere.
  ‘You’ll be right here by yourself?’ Iikin questioned.
  ‘Fine’ Enigma simply said. He was left there alone.
  Still he thought about Sly. He wondered what she was
doing at that moment. Was she in danger, or was she safe?
Was she injured, or was she secure? Forcing the thoughts
out of his mind, he drew his dagger and began carving
aimlessly at a near log.
  The dagger felt really familiar somehow. It was as if 
he owned it once before. Enigma felt the same way about
his clothes. They were new, but he was sure that he had
seen them once before - as if he owned them in another
life.
  It was then that he heard it. The clue was the horses.
Previously quiet and snug, they had become restless and
disorderly, followed by barely audible footsteps. Enigma
had company.
  Cautiously, he drew his tomahawk with his other hand,
and hunched over, keeping his body as low as possible to
the ground, whilst still standing. 
  Two of the horses snorted, their steel clad feet 
thumping heavily on the ground. Enigma, although brave in 
his investigation, was petrified. His heart was pumping, 
and his breathing was heavy. 
  Slowly, he made his way to the edge of the tents, and
peered, squinting, into the darkness towards all the
noise. He could see nothing.
  Retreating to a near tree, he made sure that his body
wouldn’t be seen. Thinking quickly, his eyes lit up a
dull yellow. The tingling sensation that usually
accompanied his power, wasn’t as intense as when he first
began using them. 
  The tree, he thought, should shield any kind of aura
that he produced, direct or indirect. Suddenly,
everything was visible, and he found himself peering
through the trunk of the tree, at what the horses were so
hyped up about.
  Enigma saw three people. One was still saddled,
obviously in charge, and the other two were on the
ground, engaged with Hcrib and Aroht. They were
attempting to steal them.
  Reaching for his belt, he tied it over his eyes. He 
could still see everything clearly, and he hoped that his 
noticeable light wouldn’t give him away.
  Casually, Enigma walked towards then with weapons held
loosely in hand. Being so caught up with his hands, his
feet were all but forgotten, and a stick snapped as his
weight shifted. 
  Faster than he realised his own mistake, the two on the 
ground had mounted their horses, and with Hcrib and 
Aroht, they proceeded to galloped away.
  Enigma gave chase. He followed the group to the forest 
track, and still continued as they headed westerly. 
  His legs were no match for six full grown horses.
Relying on his strengths again, his feet lit up yellow,
the same as his covered eyes, and his slow pace sped up
considerably. Next thing he knew, he was catching up
fast.
  When in arms reach, he gave his legs an extra burst of
speed, and flung his body, tackling the one that he
though was in charge, to the ground. Lying on top of the
person with his knees over the robbers arms, Enigma
looked up to see the other two galloping back towards
him. 
  In defence, Enigma lifted his hostage to his feet and
held the dagger to his throat. 
  ‘Please, let her go.’ the person with Hcrib pleaded, in
an alto voice. 
  ‘Her?’ Enigma questioned in disbelief.
  ‘Of coarse you idiot.’ the hostage insulted. ‘Now
unhand me!’
  Two more people came jogging up from down the road, one
with a torch. It was Terrol and Power.
  ‘What have we got here?’ Power asked drawing his sword. 
  ‘These three were trying to steal our horses.’ Enigma
informed them, taking off his belt from over his eyes.
Both auras had died down now.
  ‘We mean no harm.’ the person with Aroht appealed.
They dismounted their horses, and raised their hands in 
the air as a sign of submission. ‘We needed money for 
food.’
  ‘Why didn’t you just ask us?’ Terrol challenged.
  ‘Our position has forced us to steal.’ the hostage
said, still struggling.
  ‘Let her go.’ Power ordered Enigma. 
  The trio were all hooded with an extra piece over their
mouth and nose, leaving a slit for sight. Each also wore
a long, dark brown robe attached to the hood, buttoned up
at the neck. 
  ‘What do we do?’ Terrol conferred with Power.
  ‘Let’s take them back to camp. Ksid will know what to
do.’
  The men each grabbed a horse, and escorted the thieves
back to base. 
  The fire was going again when they got back, with Iikin 
and Ice leaning over it, heating up something in a pot. 
Ksid sat near by on the log Enigma had deformed. 
  ‘We caught them.’ Power announced.
  ‘My name is Ksid.’ he introduced. ‘I hope my boy’s 
didn’t harm you.’
  ‘Not really.’ the leader said. ‘But being tackled is
not what I’m used to.’
  Enigma gave a sheepish look.
  ‘No harm done.’ she assured.
  ‘Would you like something to eat?’ the old man offered.
‘I’m sure your hungry.’
  Hesitantly at first, they looked at each other, then 
retrieved a steaming hot bowl of soup each. Even more 
reluctantly, they removed their robes and hoods. 
  The woman who had Hcrib had long, blonde - red, 
shoulder length hair that was simply combed back away
from her face, leaving way for green coloured eyes and
plump - slightly flushed, cheeks. Although she was
vertically challenged, she was tall in good nature and in
responsibility. Underneath her robe, she wore a
sleeveless, orange - brown shirt that stopped just short
of her navel. Also, she had dark brown leather boots that
reached up mid shin, and a simple black skirt - loosely
worn, that halted a few inches short of her knees.
  The second woman who was with Aroht was some what
taller than the rest. Also with long blonde hair - but
lighter, and much longer, reaching down to her lower back
in a single plat, her voice was accented, much like Ice’s
accent, but slightly different. She wore a sleeveless
shirt, like the other girl, but it was much tighter, and
cut much shorter - just above the top of her abdomen, and
tight seamless shorts, leaving only a pair of ankle high
shoes to interrupt her never ending legs. To go with
this, she had a nice tan all over.
  The leader was spellbinding, a more vibrant woman, with
an average height. Her face was round, pleasing to look
at, with lips, full and lush, and seemingly glowing blue
eye’s - the softest Enigma had ever seen. She had dark
brown hair that reached just passed her shoulder blades.
Simple blue trousers, and a nice, tight, white top to
match, covered her slim figure. Enigma’s heart raced. He
had seen her before. But where?
  ‘We’ve been expecting you.’ Ksid informed, watching 
closely as they polished off their food. 
  ‘Then you know who we are?’ The leader asked.
  ‘Indeed, Princess.’
  ‘Princess.’ Enigma said in disbelief.
  ‘Please don’t call me that.’ she begged. ‘I was adopted
at a young age. That’s what my father, King Yalerkûm
likes to call me. You can just call me Arem.’ She put her
bowl down, then reached into her pocket, pulling out a
little pet mouse, much like the one Enigma owned. ‘Wait a
minute. Prove to me that I can trust you.’
  Ksid searched rigorously for the parchment. ‘The royal 
seal and signature of Vinmac.’ He handed it to her. ‘We 
received a letter not long ago informing us about your 
position. Jalaf, ruler of Etib, was able to get us the 
seal for insurance of this kind.’
  She looked at it more closely in the dim light of the
fire. Although the seal was there, right in her hands,
she was still a little cautious. ‘This is Reenoco,’ Arem
said, pointing to the girl with the green eye’s and
shoulder length, blonde - red hair, ‘and this is Orpten.’
she then pointed to tall, blonde girl.
  Ksid introduced himself, then the rest of the group to
them, each in turn giving a welcoming gesture.
  ‘The Ksid?’ Arem questioned in disbelief.
  ‘The one and only.’ 
  She smiled with a new reassurance. ‘So when can I get
back to my father?’ Arem then asked with the tiniest,
though obvious, hint of desperation. 
  ‘It’s hard to say. In the mean time, we’re on our way 
to The Great Tower of Krestia, for some other matters 
that are at hand.’
  ‘Now I’m not sure again. How can we be sure that your
not delivering us to the leaders of those hideous
people?’
  ‘I’ll tell you what.’ Ksid bargained. ‘I’m giving you
free reign to do what ever you want to do. From now on,
your here voluntarily, and you can leave us when ever you
want to. Although, we were given instructions to look
after you, so whilst your with us, I’ll post one of my
men to protect you in the case danger arises, which tends
to happen often.’
  Arem considered it, then quietly conferred with her
accomplices, then considered it a little more, until she
reached her decision. ‘Deal.’
  And so it was settled.
*  *  *
  They spent the rest of the night, idly chatting about
current affairs and happenings, and the political tension
between one party - Ksid’s, and those on his side, and of
the other unknown parties. Not long after this, the
majority voted that they should continue onward. 
  It was still quite dark, the early morning twilight 
barely making itself visible between the minute gaps of 
the vast trees. The silence was loud, only momentarily 
broken by the rustling of the canopy made by a subdued 
breeze. The night animals watched them closely from their 
vantage points, keeping themselves scarce and placid, 
curiosity being the overwhelming factor. 
  Iikin introduced his little pet, Kolga, to Arem’s pet, 
Betra, a black skinned male mouse. They seemed to get
along great. 
  ‘So, how did you actually get captured in the first
place?’ Iikin asked their new riding companions. 
  Arem pursed her lips. ‘Well, it all began back in my 
home town of Rekat in Sable. I keep telling my 
father that our home should be moved to a place less 
dense. It’s surrounded by trees and swamp. Very ugly. 
Anyway, I was taken away, along with Reenoco and 
Orpten, with the help of pure diversion. It was a plot 
from the start. 
  ‘A few months earlier, my Father’s treasurer was
mysteriously killed - he fell out of a window. The King
then advertised for a new position, and soon hired a man
with seemingly great talents that were required - Zabar,
I think was his name.’
  ‘Did you say “Zabar”’ Ksid pressured.
  ‘That’s him.’
  ‘Who’s Zabar?’ Power asked.
  ‘That’s one of Eucros’s alias’s. You know, Uilin?’
  ‘Oh, that Zabar.’
  ‘Anyway,’ Arem went on, ‘he got on my Father’s good
side faster than any one, apart from myself, has ever
done before. He had it all, cunning wit, intelligence,
and he just seemed to know what he was doing. 
  ‘About a month later, the usual commotion about King 
Yalerkûm’s birthday took it’s stand. All the officials, 
along with me, got together and planned out a surprise 
birthday. Zabar then went out of town for a while to 
settle some urgent money matters.
  ‘As I said before, Rekat is surrounded by trees and 
swamp, surrounded by a high protective wall. When Uilin
came back, he put forth a suggestion to have the general
party outside the city walls. We could not resist. Even
to this day, I can’t understand why we agreed in the
first place. It was not a sensible thing. We all
determined that when it was first brought up, but for
some unknown reason, we were all for the notion - as if
he had us under some sort of spell. 
  ‘The day before the celebration, Father went out of
town to settle matters of his own. We got everything
prepared - outside the city wall, regardless of the
general public disapproval. Father got home the day of
his birth, and we celebrated - well into the night. It
was that night that everything went wrong.
  ‘As we continued to honour my Father, no one was aware
of the danger that lurked around us - mainly because
every one was drunk. 
  ‘A group of bandits had circled the party and the
surrounding areas, and in unison, they lit the place on
fire. 
  ‘Everyone went ballistic. The party dispersed in favour
of the fire, which left Reenoco, Orpten and I, standing
out in the open, defenceless. 
  ‘If we were in side the castle walls, it would have 
been much safer. As everyone scattered to help fight the 
fire, the next thing the three of us knew, we were being 
dragged into the jungle by a group of people in dark navy 
capes. The person in charge was Zabar, although I didn’t 
see his face - his voice was there.’
  ‘So, the elusive “Eucros” strikes again.’ Ksid shook 
his head. ‘What happened after that?’
  ‘We were blind folded,’ Arem went on, ‘and we were
taken on a long journey. I’m positive that there was a
sea voyage some where in between. Eventually, when we
were finished sailing, we came directly into a city of
sorts, and then taken to a large abandon building. They
let us roam free in the most upper part of the building,
whist they guarded the doors so we couldn’t get out, nor
climb out the window. 
  ‘I was able to get a good look at the town. It was
strange. There were trees in full blossom, running down
the middle of the road - it was the middle of winter,
too!’
  ‘I know that place.’ Terrol announced.
  ‘Here, here.’ Enigma agreed.
  ‘You know of this place?’ Arem asked.
  ‘The place you were at was Etib.’ Ksid informed. ‘We
stayed their our selves, looking for the same person that
captured you.’
  ‘I heard him say to his henchmen, that he’d be going up
to Anitram to do some other work.’
  ‘That must have been when he created, Jab - Kral.’ Ice
pondered, turning to Power.
  ‘After about a month or two months, he came back, and 
went out for one night, then finally primed his followers 
of a change of plans.’
  ‘Were you able to here what they said?’ Enigma was
eager to know.
  ‘Parts of it. They spoke of striking before the
festival known as Buysell. Also they spoke of two people
eavesdropping on their meeting. Zabar said “We’re not
going to change the plans now though. We have a good
majority of the lower class population in the palm of our
hands. If they plan to counter this plan, we’ll just let
them. That’ll give us some time to lay down the
foundations of our, much bigger, back up plan.”’
  ‘That’s the plan that we heard of scarcely in that
tavern in Guranai.’ Iikin realised. ‘I wonder what
they’re up to?’
  ‘I wasn’t able to catch any of the other details.’ Arem
apologised. 
  ‘That’s fine.’
  ‘The following night, we were snuck out of town - we
were blind folded, of coarse, and headed out to sea -
towards this continent I guess. That’d explain how we got
here. Again, we were kept in an abandon place. The town
was a sea port of some kind.’
  ‘Guranai.’ Ksid helped. ‘I think I see something here.’
  Ice was optimistic ‘What is it.’
  ‘I’ll tell you later. Continue on with your story,
Arem.’
  ‘We stayed there a night or two. Eventually, we were 
being led somewhere - I’m not sure where we were going. 
The funny thing was, they didn’t blind fold us, and there 
was only one of the men escorting us, instead of the 
previous high security. We saw the opportunity, and when 
three women set their minds on a task, it gets done. We 
ganged up on the escort, and fled. But, they never gave
chase. It was as if they were just letting us go. We
found - stole some horses, and headed north out of town.
The rest is history.’
  There was a short moment of silence, a kind of
reflection even. 
  It was Terrol who spoke first. ‘So, what was it that
you realised before, Ksid?’
  He frowned, giving it more thought. ‘You remember how
we all travelled up to Anitram to head off some trouble?
According to Arem’s story, Eucros also headed to Anitram.
Not to mention the fact that one of his alias’s was
brought up when Jab - Kral’s name was brought up. Then,
we went down to Etib in pursuit of the same guy called
Uilin. When we got to Etib, we listened in on a
conversation with the agenda being their plans. Arem’s
story consisted of a set of plans. 
  ‘We were then sent over to this continent in pursuit of
stolen princess. Before that, we landed in Guranai, and
encountered our enemies there. Arem and her girls had
been taken to Guranai too. Now what does that suggest to
you?’
  The general question went astray.
  ‘It suggests that the person who goes by the name 
“Uilin”,’ Ksid filled them in, ‘is one of the same people 
of those six of our enemies, that we’ve been playing cat 
and mouse with.’ 
  ‘Of coarse.’ Iikin practically shouted. ‘Remember back 
to those criminal records? You have a former butcher, a
former bounty hunter, and a former doctor of medicine.
Butcher, Assassin and Viper, respectively.’
  ‘How did you get “Viper” from a former doctor of
medicine?’ Ice asked.
  ‘If he can make antibiotics, then with a little bit of
practice, he can make poison. A viper is a poisonous
snake. That’s were the connection is.’
  ‘So if we find Uilin or Zabar or Eucros - what ever - 
we’ll find one or all of our other foes?’ Power reasoned. 
  ‘That’s what it looks like.’ Ksid agreed. ‘But we have
an even bigger problem: what are our enemy’s next move?’
  There was no answers. Thus, they rode with that forever
persistent question lingering in their thoughts.
*  *  *  
  As the sun came up, so too did everything else. All
types of forest birds awoke, whistling and chirping to
welcome the new day, hunting the ground for a early
morning breakfast. The warm ray’s of light, fought it’s
way past the upper floor of leaves, splaying into many
streaks, enhanced by the dust that was kicked up by the
horses from the dry, dirt track. 
  Moving ahead quickly, Ksid asked his companions to 
explain their individual pasts - for Arem’s sake.
  Enigma trusted Ksid and his judgment, and his call to 
explain their situation regarding their enemies, their 
histories, and the supernatural forces involved with 
their journeys head on, was a call that was really 
discussed amongst this selective group.
  The reaction, too, was something unexpected. Instead of
the usual negative disbelief - where they wouldn’t
believe what they were hearing, Arem had a positive
disbelief - where she couldn’t believe what she was
hearing. Though, she was anxious, and was ever ready to
help out any way she could. Reenoco and Orpten, however,
were stunned, and apprehensive, obviously not showing the
same enthusiasm as their boss. 
  Enigma still thought about Sly; what she was doing, and
how she was faring. He’d never felt that way about
someone before. Not his family. He grew up not knowing
what his future with his birth family could have been.
But Sly, a person that for some reason, tagged along, and
helped him out now and then. In his own mind, Enigma
convince himself that it was Sly that taught him how to
love again. He had lost love long ago, even forgetting
what it was like. But now, he was refreshed. Not happy
with Sly’s capture, but refreshed.
  They camped that night by the road, like they alway’s
did, Arem, Reenoco and Orpten were given two tents to
share amongst themselves. They fed off meat and bread,
then got some sleep. 
  In the middle of the night, Enigma was awoken for his 
shift - to guard the camp, and to look after King 
Yalerkûm’s daughter and servants. He sat up with his back 
against a tree. He had his special dagger in his hand, 
examining how easily it could cut through rock. He was 
not at all surprised.
  The flap to Arem’s tent opened. She walked out, fully
dressed, with her gear in her arms. She looked at Enigma
and opened her mouth as if to say something. But didn’t. 
  Her servants were then awoken. They too looked at
Enigma as if to say something. Remembering the promise
that Ksid pledged, he simply nodded to the girls, letting
them go unquestioned. 
  As the three of them rode off into the night, Enigma
got up and warned Ksid of the news.
  ‘Let them.’ Ksid replied. ‘A promise is a promise.
We’ll see them again very soon anyway. Just one of those
feelings that I get.’
  Ksid was right. The next morning, they continued the
road towards Ono, and there waiting for them, mounted
near the track, was Arem and her servants. 
  ‘Sorry we left like that.’ Arem excused. ‘I was just
testing you - just to make sure your who you say you
are.’
  ‘How were you able to determine that by running away?
Power chuckled.
  ‘You didn’t try to hunt us down.’
  ‘Do we now have your trust?’ Enigma asked. 
  ‘Of coarse.’ Arem smiled, fluttering slightly here eye
lashes.
*  *  *  
  It took about two weeks to travel the rest of the way 
to Ono. Only one or two other travellers were 
encountered, heading in the opposite direction. 
  One night was spent in Ono, a rich town situated in the 
open grasslands of mid - Krestia, where they reimbursed
their food and water, and gave time out to shower and
rest up, before moving on north towards The Great Tower.
  Along the way, Power continued his tuition, about the
finer points of non - armed combat, with great
willingness.
  About mid way, a cold change swept across the sky,
bringing in with it torrential rain. 
  Enigma looked up at the dense cloud and scoffed. ‘That
doesn’t scare many any more, you know.’
  ‘Why should rain scare anyone?’ Orpten asked.
  ‘Trust me, you don’t want to know.’
  It wasn’t until another half a week was complete, when
a great shadow stood over them.
  ‘The Great Tower of Krestia.’ Ksid announced. 
  Power was stunned by the huge sight. ‘I’ve seen
something like this before. In Olian. They had something
similar.’
  ‘The castle in Olian is carved partly into the
mountain,’ Ksid corrected. ‘but the city of The Great
Tower sits mid way up that mountain, but on the outside.’
  ‘How do we get there?’
  ‘We climb.’
  A decision was made to spend the rest of the day
resting at the bottom of the mountain. Apparently, Ksid
had climbed this thing before, and it’d take a whole day
to reach the city. 
  When the time came, they walked their horses by the 
reigns, following a steep winding track.
  The sea of waist high grass went on forever from their
view point. As the wind swept over it, it bent over and
created waves like those visible from a coast line. 
  A steady pace was hard to keep as they carried onward.
They had a few stops now and then. They came more rapidly
as they got higher and higher. The temperature also
steadily dropped as the wind picked up.
  ‘Can’t you just fly us up to the top or something?’
Iikin huffed and puffed. 
  ‘Possibly,’ Ksid admitted. ‘But not today. I don’t want
to attract any attention. Besides, we all need the
exercise. We may need it for later on.’
  The peak of the mountain had disappeared from sight, 
due to low lying cloud that drifted three quarters of the 
way up. It had stopped raining the previous night, but 
the clouds were still there, ready to fall out of the sky 
at any moment.
  By mid day, they were about a quarter of the way up. 
They rested and fed, then with general disinclination,
they powered on. 
  The clouds began to spit at first, followed by a steady
down pour. This made things tougher. 
  By the end of the day, they’d reached the half way
mark. Their lower body was stiff, and their cloths were
drenched with a mixture of sweat and water. 
  Trekking the last few hundred metres, they looked upon 
a gigantic castle, sitting snuggled up against the 
mountain side. 
  Unlike most fortresses, this one was ancient Gothic 
with many angles, whereas the modern day castles were
usually a box shape. 
  This castle had a semi circular outer bailey, a
courtyard like structure just surrounding the gate house.
The walls beside the metal portcullis were made of brown
brick, dotted with windows. Just above the entrance, the
gate house stood, a rectangular, vertical arched
building, with a balcony and battlements. At the corners,
were circular white towers with coned rooves holding one
guard in each.
  As they walked through the gate, they were overwhelmed
with the vastness of the castles interior. There was a
whole city between it’s walls. People moved around
wearily in the rain, going from store to store, usually
with a bag slung over their shoulders.
  Generally, people stayed within their homes. The houses
lined an intricate maze of paved streets. They were made
out of brick and clay, and had tiled rooves. Chimneys
smoked lazily, reaching up into the sky. Each window
shone intensely from the fires and candles that warmed up
their masters. Most properties had their own little
space, even yards with dark, green grass, and sometimes,
with little flower beds. Everybody in this place was well
off. There wasn’t a homeless or a deprived in sight.
  As they walked further and further down the road, the 
palace became more and more visible. It was the tallest 
structure, towering well over any other building in it’s 
vicinity. The height of each wing was uneven. Two of the 
wings faced inward, connected in the middle by the great 
hall. The right wing, had a square tower closest to the
city, most likely used as a look out, that reached up,
then splayed out into a parapet, then went circular
again, and came to a point. Then the wing reached back
towards the main hall in a rectangular fashion. The walls
got to a certain storey, then went in a few metres, and
going up again, eventually ending with a building with a
gambrel roof.
  The left wing was the smallest one, only reaching up
about three storey’s. It was the chapel, with it’s own
tiny little tower for the bell. 
  The main hall had two large towers. The one on the 
furthermost right, the tallest one, was a circular shape 
with a balcony reaching all the way around in the middle, 
then going up further, forming another balcony, ending 
with a crocket this time, and a second tower adjoined to
it. The other tower, the one on the left was square. It
had a single balcony near it’s beginning, and finished
with a squinch, surrounded by battlements. 
  About fourteen storey’s up, there were three doors, and
a terrace. This was the king’s office.
  Every one in Enigma’s group was mesmerised by the
sight.
  ‘What do we do?’ Ice said in a quivering voice. 
  Ksid thought about it. ‘I guess we find a place to 
stay. I’m not sure what exactly were supposed to be 
looking for here, I just have a feeling that everything 
should fall in place. For now, we all need to rest.’
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