Ksid thought about it. ‘Maybe it has to do with the
fact that he’s immortal.’ he concluded. ‘What can’t kill
him can’t hurt him.’
  He got some rest, putting the bird out of his mind. It
didn’t help him much though. By the time, he awoke, it
was time to fight, and he had no time to fully prepare.
  ‘You have to remember that this thing is a bird, not a
human.’ Iikin was trying to help him out. ‘It won’t have
the same advantages as you do. It won’t be able to swing
a sword because it’s only got talons. I say stay away
from it’s feet when it’s flying. Also, you’d expect that
it’d have great magic capabilities, so I say, stick to
yours.’
  ‘Thanks.’ Enigma said appreciatively. It was better
than anything he could come up with. 
  It was noon. Enigma was soon separated from the rest of
the group. He was taken through a long stream of
passages, until he was halted before a door. 
  It wasn’t long before it opened. He gallantly walked
out into the dome, but unlike all the other times, he was
accompanied by the three gargoyles. 
  The Barbarians where on their knees like they were 
during the ritual the first time Enigma and company had 
seen them. He continued walking until he was directly 
behind the Barbarians. Adding to the formation, Guardian 
knelt down in front of Enigma, as did Sentinel and Aegis 
on either side. 
  The chanting continued for several more minutes until 
the ground began to shake. The ring and the solid circle
in the middle of the floor began to sink. A blinding
light was replaced with it. Ultimately the white light
turned to a blue - purple colour. As it changed, the
solid circle returned, this time, joined by something
unknown. The stream of light now only came from where the
ring used to be, surrounding the circle with a waterfall
of colour.
  The chanting still proceeded. The light parted slightly 
where a stone bridge suddenly appeared. Animal and his 
servants rose to their feet. The blue leader pointed at
the gap, inviting Enigma in.
  He looked worriedly at the others perched high above.
Ksid nodded with approval.
  Reluctantly, he walked forward to the edge of the ring.
He examined the bridge, and hesitantly walked across.
Once on the other side, the bridge disappeared and the
light returned, sealing him in.
  It was peacefully quiet inside. It reminded him of the
time he was in the cave behind the waterfall, where he
first met Power and Ice. The light shimmered in exactly
the same way like a quiet ocean. 
  Then his eyes met that of the Phoenix. It wasn’t quiet 
one hundred and twenty times the size of the Barbarians, 
but he wasn’t far off it. It had the face of an eagle 
with eyes hard and stern. It’s feathers were gold at it’s 
base, eventually easing into a blood red at it’s tips. It 
sat upon a flaming nest of lava hot branches that gave 
off no heat.
  The rest of the group watched on eagerly. From their
point of view, the figures were all a blur. Movement
could scarcely be made out.
  Lord Phoenix spread it’s wings, a great span that
seemed perpetual. With a great cry, a sudden field
surrounded it, the exact same one that surrounded the
temple.
  ‘Lord Phoenix.’ Enigma greeted with a bow.
  The bird inclined its head.
  The battle began with a ball of fire. It came straight
from it’s mouth, but was easily dodged. Several more
fireballs were spat at him, but Enigma, rolled out of the
way each time. His arms turned red and he returned a
singing fireball of his own. It simply vaporised as it
hit the protective shield.
  Enigma summoned up his strength, surrounding his own
body with yellow aura, a protective shield that could
hopefully match that of his bigger contestant. 
  Taking it another step further, Enigma focused his
powers on Phoenix’s protection, and began breaking it
down until it was no more than a memory. 
  A voice sounded in his head. ‘Of powers we both
contain.’ it said. ‘Let us use exclude.’ Unwillingly,
Enigma returned to his normal colour. He tried to attack
but found that his powers would not work. 
  Another shock came about him. He began falling as the 
once solid floor beneath him dissolved. The light 
streamed past him as he fell head first.
  Phoenix too, was falling. It’s wings were tucked 
tightly into it’s body as he darted straight past his
opponent. It still attacked Enigma as best it could,
flicking it’s wings, knocking him about. It wasn’t long
before he was falling out of control. 
  ‘I can help you.’ the voice said in his head. ‘Though, 
must I save you from certain death, the curse shall 
return once my deed is done.’ It was the voice of 
Phoenix, Enigma realised. A decision now had to be made
fast. If he were to use the help offered by the bird, he
would surely die as promised. However, if he were to kill
the bird, it wouldn’t kill him, but the fall would. It
was a no win situation, but Enigma’s choice was final. 
  As Phoenix fell face up, kicking and scratching with
his talons, Enigma withdrew his golden tomahawk, and
kissed it for luck. Regaining control of his flight, he
flicked his wrist. The miniature axe, plunged deep into
it’s breast. 
  The great wonder stiffened, legs kicking no longer,
wings flapping nevermore. The wind that sped past
Enigma’s body as he fell ceased as the falling sensation
went with it. From it’s wound, another blinding light
grew, engulfing the dieing body. It expanded brighter and
brighter, the purple waterfall around him disappearing as
it developed. 
  In an instant, once the light had inundated everything, 
he found himself standing up - right in a black room, 
with no distinguishable walls, floors, or roof. It wasn’t 
like the blackness of night. He could still make his own 
features out perfectly, as if it were day. His tomahawk 
lay lifeless on its own. It to was distinguishable.
  Retrieving it, he looked up, and before him sat a 
bright, golden sarcophagus. It had ancient inscriptions
engraved in each side. A slit in the centre of it caught
Enigma’s eye. Something deep inside him told him what to
do next, as if he had known all his life. Taking his
dagger, he slid it carefully into the opening, then
turned it. 
  He stepped back, nothing happening.
  Again, the voice spoke to him. ‘You have learnt a great
lesson today. You have learnt faith, faith in yourself,
by choosing to sacrifice your own life to kill me, when
you could have taken the easy way out.’ The sarcophagus
began to open from the middle outwards, the dagger taking
upon itself a golden colour like it’s host. ‘You have
earned the prize you so desire, Conscripted Boy. It is
with my honour that I restore your original powers, along
with mine, the powers of self manipulation, and of self
healing.’ Then the voice was gone.
  The sarcophagus’s lid was fully open now. It’s interior
was deep, lined with silk material. Inside, laying
unprotected on a white, linen pillow, sat a round stone,
about the size of his abdomen, and a leg - length sword
with a blade fashioned out of diamond. 
  Taking the Platinium stone in one hand, he picked up 
the surprising light sword in the other. ‘Be proud’ the 
voice returned one last time. In exhilarating triumph, he 
raised the sword in the air and bellowed a booming voice, 
like that of a wolf upon a mountain peak with a full moon 
and cloudless sky as his backdrop.
  In another pulse, the black room and sarcophagus 
disappeared, and he found himself celebration in the 
middle of the dome. The purple light had disappeared, and
the floor was restored. The rest of the group were
running towards him with exultant smiles all round.
  ‘You did it my boy.’ Ksid laughed patting him on the
back.
  He placed his diamond sword in a new scabbard that hung
from his back. ‘You wouldn’t believe what I just
received.’
  ‘The powers of self - manipulation and self - healing?’
he asked.
  ‘How did you know that?’
  ‘We heard every word of it. One minute we were watching
blur’s fight before that curtain of light, the next
moment, the two of you had vanished. What happened?’
  ‘I’ll explain that to you all later.’ he promised.
‘Here.’ He handed the stone over the Ksid.
  The ancient man looked at it as if it were his own new
born child. He ran his hands over it’s surface, than
quickly rapped it up in his jacket.
  The six competitors knelt in front of them, awaiting an
audience. ‘Conscripted Boy.’ the blue Barbarian said,
bowing is head. ‘It is said by our ultimate master, that
once we are no longer of service to Phoenix, we are to
serve you and your companions however you please.’
  ‘We shall be honoured with you presence.’ Enigma 
replied. 
  ‘A word of advice, Conscripted Boy. Now that the 
Platinium Stone has been removed from it’s sleeping
place, there is not much time left until we all become
entombed with in the heart of this mountain.’
  ‘You mean that it’s going to collapse?’
  ‘That is so, Conscripted Boy.’ 
  ‘Not to mention the force field.’ Ksid added. ‘What
time do you make it?’
  ‘A half hour before night, Lord Ksid.’ He curiously
answered.
  Enigma frowned, ‘A half hour before night? It was noon
not long ago.’
  ‘Your forgetting we’re in the northern hemisphere.’
Ksid reminded him. ‘We are pretty far north of the
equator. The sun sets early.’
  ‘Well lets stop talking and get moving.’
  The Barbarians and the Gargoyles led the way. The group
was led into a great maze of doors and hall way’s. This
section ate up most of their time. They continued up
several flights of stairs until they were in the maze
they first encountered.
  ‘Thank goodness that the traps have been turned off.’
Power puffed.
  After several more minutes, they made their way up the
flight of stairs into the pit with the twelve doors. 
  ‘How do you plan to get out?’ Ksid asked Animal. ‘The 
ledge that runs around the walls to the top won’t support 
you weight.’
  The Gargoyles, helped a person each out of the pit, 
whilst the giants simply stepped out, a person in each 
hand. ‘Stand back.’ Animal said.
  With his head down like a charging bull, he mowed
through the thick temple wall like it was glass. Small
pebbles began to fall from the roof. ‘Come on.’ the
Barbarian urged.
  The temple was falling around them. They blindly ran
through the opening with their hands covering their
heads. Outside, they had the fire shield to deal with.
  Enigma quickly wiped out the chained jewel and
immediately began swinging. There was only a fraction of
the sun left, peeking over the horizon.
  ‘Let’s go!’ Enigma yelled as he created the opening. As
the group ran past him, the temple was collapsing in on
itself. Enigma dove out of the way of the on coming
missiles. In mid flight, the sun finally set, returning
the invisible shield. 
  Enigma lay motionless on the ground, trying to regain
his breath.
  ‘Are you all right boy?’ Ksid demanded of him.
  ‘Fine.’ he huffed. ‘Can’t say the same for my boot
though.’ He lifted up his left boot. The sole had been
caught in the invisible barrier, leaving his foot to
freeze in the cold twilight.
  ‘That was close.’ Power said, examining the shoe.
  ‘You think.’ Enigma chuckled.
  The temple now lay in ruins. A gloomy dust cloud filled 
the space with in the barrier.
  The fog began rising around their heads as the day 
drifted further and further away. Wind and sleet
accompanied it as usual, and darkness was left for a
final touch. 
  Heading for the cave was suggested but was for gone.
One reason was that the slop was steep and very slippery
- not worth risking their lives for - annd the other was
because the three Barbarians alone wouldn’t fit in there.
  ‘We’ve come at a bad time!’ Ksid yelled. ‘We’ll freeze
to death of we stay up here, but yet we may fall to our
deaths if we try to climb down!’
  ‘Many times have we done this before.’ Lord Animal
said. ‘We can get you all down, if this is the
Conscripted boy’s wishes.’
  ‘That’ll be great!’ Enigma shouted his reply. ‘Thanks.’
  The Barbarians took three people each, sticking them in
their belts. With a little bit of extra sight from
Enigma, they were able to quickly climb down. 
  No matter how tall the Barbarians were, it was still
going to take a long time to reach the city. Guardian,
Sentinel and Aegis simply glided down, circling as they
descended. They soon disappeared out of sight. 
  At about midnight, they were welcomed with the blazing 
windows of warmth of the capital of Krestia. 
  They were allowed through the gate to the palace  
unquestioned in words by the guards, but their eyes went
wild as they look upon the three fifteen foot giants.
  The wind was gentle, with a light sprinkle of snow that 
coated the ground in a soft, white blanket. 
  The gargoyles soon rejoined them. 
  ‘You’ll be ridiculed for who you are,’ Ksid warned. 
‘but just pay no attention to it.’
  There was no answer.
  ‘I just thought I’d let you know.’
  They soon came to the entrance of the right wing.
  A weary eyed soldier opened the door for them as Ksid
knocked. ‘Lord Ksid.’ he said. ‘Where’ve you been, sir.
We were all beginning to worry.’
  ‘I’d like you to alert the general.’ Ksid answered.
‘I’d like you to notify him of our arrival.’
  ‘Yes sir.’
  ‘Also, we have some very special guests with us.’
  ‘Sir?’
  Ksid and the group entered, followed by the gargoyles.
The young soldier shrieked back in horror of their
hideousness. Then came the Barbarians. Due to the
vastness of the halls, they only had to hunch over to
fit. 
  The guard stared in disbelief.
  ‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’ Ksid reminded him.
  He stumbled at first, then sprinted off away from the
terror that plagued him. 
  ‘Well meet him in the throne room.’ Iikin called after
him.
  The general, dressed in a blue robe and matching 
slippers, soon joined them. He had only recently woken up 
and wasn’t aware of much around him. ‘Lord Ksid.’ he 
greeted with blurred eyes. ‘Where did you go. You just 
disappeared all of a sudden. We were about ready to sell 
off what you all left behind.’ 
  ‘We just had to take a little side trip.’ Ksid
explained himself. ‘for now though, I’d like you to meet
six friends of ours.’
  They were standing in plain view, but General Mundo had
failed to accept what his eyes told him were there. His
face turned white, as his eyes rolled into the back of
his head.
  ‘He’s fainted.’ Terrol laughed.
  ‘Is this going to be the general reaction?’ Ice
murmured.
  He was quick to regain consciousness, however he wished
he hadn’t. 
  ‘Please, don’t be afraid.’ Animal reassured him. 
  The general chuckled with delight. ‘They can talk?’
  ‘They’re not animals, general.’ Ksid clarify. He looked 
up at the blue Barbarian. ‘Well this one is, anyway.’ He 
introduced the new associates.
  With a hearty hand shake, the stunned army leader 
greeted them. ‘It’s a pleasure to have you here. I just 
wonder how his highness is going to take it.’
  ‘How is he, by the way?’ Ksid questioned.
  Mundo smiled. ‘His highness is coming along fine, no
thanks to you people. We keep him in bed most of the
time. We only get him up for important business. He’s
eager to meet his saviours.’ He paused in thought. ‘Wait
here.’ The general ran off out of the room.
  He returned with a bickering king. ‘Thith better be 
good.’ the king was saying. He too was dressing in a blue 
robe and slippers.
  ‘Your highness. I’d like you to meet Lord Ksid.’
  King Seth looked deep into Ksid’s face. ‘Lord Kthid.
I’ve heard tho much about you.’
  ‘And this is Enigma, the person who saved you.’ the
general continued. 
  ‘Enigma.’ Seth greeted. ‘It’th a pleather to meet you.
I owe you my life.’
  ‘Just doing my job.’ the boy said modestly.
  The Barbarians and Gargoyles were once again
introduced. The group received from the king, however, a
different reaction. 
  ‘Your real.’ Seth noted. ‘I’ve theen you before. In the
mountainth. I thought it wath my imagination. I thaw an
out line of a giant figure one night in the mountains
amongth all the thnow when I wath a little boy. 
  ‘Amazing your highness.’ General Mundo answered.
  ‘Then not long after that,’ the mesmerised king went
on, ‘I thaw a great, red, flying creature, much to big to
be a bird. No one believed me. I knew my eyeth weren’t
lying.’
  The giant’s looked at each other with confusion.
  ‘I’d like to perthonally welcome you all to the capital
of Krethtia. 
  Lord Animal nodded his appreciation. 
  ‘We have a lot to catch up on.’ Ksid told him. ‘But we 
are awfully tired. With you permission, we would like to 
rest first.’
  ‘Of coarthe.’ the king agreed. ‘But I’m afraid we 
haven’t got bedth big enough for giant friendth.’
  ‘We are not in need of a bed.’ Animal replied.
  ‘Nonthenthe. Your my guetht’th.’
  ‘With your permission, we will take residence out
side.’ Guardian said.
  ‘Come now,’ Seth was stubborn. ‘It’th freething out
thide.’
  ‘With your permission, we will take residence out
side.’ the head gargoyle repeated in a sterner, more
harsher voice.
  ‘Of coarthe.’ the king shrunk away. ‘If that’th what
you want.’
  Enigma and his friends welcomed their comfortable 
rooms. They each promised themselves to sleep for a week. 
The Barbarians were given a room each. Temporary sleeping 
arrangements were made on the floor, with blankets and 
mattresses joined together to greater the size of it’s 
hosts. Guardian and his Gargoyles perched outside, on top 
of the highest tower. The chill didn’t seem to bother 
them. 
  They slept well into the morning the next day. Enigma
felt refreshed as he got up. He quietly looked in on the
girls. They were still quietly resting. 
  Time out was taken for a light reflection of the
previous week. Enigma still triumphed over the fact that
he now knew the Master was involved. It wasn’t a good
thing, but his secret was now uncovered.
  The eagerness to try out his new powers had been with 
him the whole night. The self - manipulation idea toyed 
with his imagination. Moreover, he was reluctant to try 
the self - healing concept. Ksid’s warning kept on 
running through his mind. He decided to wait for guidance 
before he tried that one.
  He closed the door and sat in his chair. The young man
concentrated on his index finger. To his delight, a blue
aura surrounded his hand, as he turned his finger into a
spoon. 
  ‘Amazing.’ he laughed wryly, then turned his finger
back to it’s original shape. Wisely, he thought, he
experimented no further. 
  The door to his room opened. 
  ‘What’s so funny?’ Arem asked, yawning.
  ‘It’s nothing.’ Enigma smiled. ‘Sorry. Did I wake you?’
  ‘No.’ she replied. ‘I was awake when you checked on
us.’ She sat on Enigma’s bed, stroking Betra lightly.
‘He’s been really hyperactive lately.’
  ‘Any idea why?’
  ‘None.’ She then sighed.
  ‘What’s the matter.’ Enigma had to ask. 
  She hesitated. ‘Well, this may seem silly, but I keep
on getting a feeling as if I’ve known you from somewhere.
I mean before we met.’
  ‘Funny you mentioned that.’ he got up and sat beside
her. ‘I keep on getting the same feeling.’
  ‘I hope my mind doesn’t react to it the same way yours
does when it’s faced with a problem.’ 
  ‘So do I.’
  They dined on a hot breakfast. Whilst the humans sat on 
chairs, the Barbarians sat on the floor, the table a nice
height. Guardian and his friends insisted on sitting off
to the side. 
  ‘I’m sorry what I had to do to you before.’ Arem
apologised to Cannibal, remembering her fight with him in
the mountain. ‘I didn’t mean to lead you on like that. It
was the only way I could beat you.’
  Cannibal simply smiled, patting her lightly on the
head.
  The Barbarians looked like normal humans with their 
helmets off - with the exception of the glowing eyes and 
tattoos. Their table manners were surprisingly
exceptional, using cutlery as best they could.
  ‘Tho.’ King Seth said, once he had finished. ‘Where did
you go for the patht week?’
  ‘We spent the time in the upper mountains, searching
for six people.’ Ksid lied. ‘The six that you see before
you. Their help is needed for private matters.’
  ‘Did you, by any chanthe, retheive thome hint of
dithturbanthe whiltht you where there. We found the
mountain thaking and rattling every now and then.’
  ‘Yes, we felt the same thing.’ Ksid answered. ‘Must
have been a few minor tremors.’
  ‘That’th probably what it wath.’ he agreed. ‘Now, if
we’re all finithhed, let uth retreat to thomewhere more
comfortable. There’th thome matterth I think you may want
to hear.’
  They were taken to the king’s private lounge. 
  ‘What’s with all the stories.’ Enigma asked Ksid along 
the way.
  ‘Just a precaution.’ Ksid whispered back. ‘All you have
to do is play along with it.’
  The lounge was roomy with several comfortable chairs.
It had a book case full of colourful spines against one
wall. Opposite the door sat an antique desk with a nice
view of the city, as the back drop. The floor was
carpeted a light cream with a few rugs here and there.  A
chandelier lit the ancient, framed faces along the wooden
wall.
  King Seth sat behind the desk. ‘The power of Neekkent
don’t uthually get involved with matterth concerning
Korutiania unleth we’re plotting againtht them. But thith
time, I thought I’d do some rethearch. I owe you
remember.’
  ‘What’s the problem.’ Ksid urged.
  ‘My thpieth thituated through out all the countrieth in
Korutiania, have reported thome tenthion. They thay that
the royalty of the thouthern motht part of Korutiania
have joined together to form a joint ruling. The
countrieth have ditholved into thtateth, and they plan,
once they have the co - operation of the northern
thtateth, to elect one of the current kingth to rule all
of the land.’
  ‘Why would they do that?’ Enigma asked.
  ‘The Revolution ith their motivation. The whole 
thtateth idea is that it’ll eliminate the lack of 
communication. They had problem’th countering the forceth 
of Neekkent, becauthe the kingth couldn’t agree on what 
to do. With one king controlling one big army, and with 
the former kingth becoming premier’th in their own
thtateth, the army can work together against their
enemieth. It’th altho thuppothed to bring the people
together.’
  ‘I don’t see any problem with that.’ Power admitted.
  ‘Maybe becauthe that’th not all. Thome one hath been in 
the ear’th of the thouthern kingth. Each king thinkth 
he’th going to be the one elected king of all
Korutiania.’
  ‘That’d be chaos.’ Ksid said. ‘How come the northern
kings don’t want to get involved.
  ‘Becauthe they think it’th a thupid idea. They think
that the election will pit the thtateth againtht each
other, creating an interthtate war.’
  ‘I see where this could lead.’ Iikin realised. ‘If the
northern half won’t co - operate with the southern half,
the south will join together against the north in an
attack.’
  ‘That’s very far fetched.’ Enigma said.
  ‘Not tho, boy.’ King Seth corrected. ‘In actual fact, 
that’th the way it’th happening. They are dithcribing 
thith idea ath one of the betht idea’th they have ever 
dethided to act upon. Ath the Revolution gainth more 
dominanthe over Korutiania, the thouth are blaming the 
north for their invathion, becauthe they won’t join 
together ath one force. Tho, the economy hath ceathed as 
well as communication.’
  Enigma was shocked with the vastness of the problem. 
  ‘Now,’ Seth continued. ‘the thouth are blaming the 
north for the invathion, and the north are blaming the 
thouth for dithrupting the peathe that onthe exithted
between the people. Eventually, I predict that there’th
going to be war.
  ‘Do you know who’s idea this was in the first place?’
Ksid questioned.
  ‘I can tell you that it wath a foreign idea. I don’t
know who’th though.’
  ‘I bet I know who’s it is.’ Ksid informed them. ‘And if
it is who we think it is, do you all know what they are
doing?’
  ‘They’re using Enigma’s our own plan against us.’ Iikin
answered.
  ‘Would thummon care to fill me in?’ Seth suggested.
  ‘Enigma used the same tactic on the Revolution one
time.’ Ksid explained. ‘Because the Revolution are a
mixed race from different backgrounds, he was able to
make them fight amongst themselves to lessen their
forces. If it is the leaders of the Revolution doing
this, then they are using that same plan against
Korutiania, except in a bigger scale. Letting our own
troupes destroy themselves, then it’s easier for the cult
to take over.’
  Enigma was concentrating hard. ‘There’s another side to 
this plot. If the countries do agree to vote, kings and 
government will begin to fail. Each king will plot 
against the other if they feel like they’re winning the 
election is in jeopardy. 
  ‘There is two thing’s that’ll take place if this 
happens: if the king’s die, the countries individual 
armies will seek revenge on each other or once the 
government fails, the law will fail, and there’ll be mass 
amounts of crime, leaving the continent vulnerable for
attack.’ 
  ‘I hate to say it, but that’s a pretty superb plan.’
Terrol confessed. 
  ‘Your right.’ Ksid concurred. ‘I never thought they’d
think about it that way. 
  ‘So what do we plan to do about it?’ Arem spoke up.
  ‘There’s really only one thing we can do.’ Ksid sighed.
‘We have to prevent the election, and convince the south
that it is a silly idea. Also, we have to patch things up
between the kings and stop whoever’s spreading this
idiotic concepts.’
  ‘I think it’s best if we see my father first.’ Arem
advised. ‘If we can get one ruler on our side, we may be
able to get the rest to come to their senses.’
  Ksid nodded her input. ‘Good. We leave tomorrow.’
  Enigma spent the rest of the day in the library. It was
big, but not as big as some of the libraries he had seen
once before. He wasn’t researching a particular subject,
more like just skimming through each section and having a
quick look at what interested him.
  King Seth took the Barbarians and the Guardians to meet 
his army. Asking politely first, they agreed to teach the 
humans a new thing or two. Interested, Power, along with 
Iikin and Terrol, went along to watch. Arem, Reenoco and 
Orpten also went along to watch. Enigma was quick to 
conclude that it wasn’t the new skills the girls went
along to see. 
  The previous message he received from his little book
popped into his head. It was still unknown what the
greater vocation would be. It was obviously referring to
his six new friends, but the job the book said they could
do was still unknown.
  ‘Have you finished with the stone yet, Enigma?’ Ksid
asked, entering the library.
  ‘What do you mean?’ 
  Ksid frowned. ‘You asked if you could borrow it to do
some research on it.’
  ‘No I didn’t.’ Enigma corrected. 
  ‘But you came into my room and asked me if you could
borrow it.’
  ‘Trust me. I didn’t. I think I would remember if I
did.’
  It then hit the aged man. ‘Oh no.’ he said quietly.
  ‘What. What’s the matter.’
  ‘Oh no. The Platinium Stone’s been stolen!’