From Arem’s arms, Cludge jumped into the air, pursuing 
Velyaha. They diced through the sky, outmanoeuvring each 
other. A further strike of bad luck saw the two crash 
solidly, right across the three mounds of stone, toppling 
them into a big mess of rubble on the ground.
  ‘The rings!’ Ksid yelled.
  With a howl of laughter, Velyaha flew off, disappearing
out of sight.
  ‘We got the stone back.’ Ksid couldn’t believe it.
‘Everything was set up. We were practically there.’ He
sat down in the grass with the Platinium Stone in his
hands, staring into space.
  ‘I don’t understand how that thing could have fallen so
easily.’ Iikin admitted. ‘It looked so solid.’
  Enigma looked into the sky. Twilight dominated the
better part of the west, whilst the jointed moons of the
north crept higher and higher into the sky. He felt warm,
at home within the moon light. But parts of his mind were
still questioning his past, and the pasts of his friends.
Why hadn’t Ksid gone against orders for the life of
another? 
  The army congratulated themselves in the middle of the
meadow, singing rowdily, and exchanging exaggerated
stories. Their spirits had lifted high as the night moved
onward.
  ‘All ith not lotht.’ Seth tried to reassure them.
  ‘Everything is lost.’ Ksid corrected. ‘The world is
doomed for destruction.’
  Guardian was on his toes. ‘Maybe not, Lord Ksid.’ He 
called over Cludge, who was inspecting the damage, trying 
to put things back together. He scampered over. In their 
own tongue, Guardian conversed with the god, eventually 
clapping his hands in excitement. ‘Friends.’ Guardian 
said, ‘Lord Cludge has agreed to help.’
  The young gargoyle first walked over to Enigma, pulling
him down by the scruff of the shirt to his own level.
With a whimsical smile, he forced Enigma’s hand open, and
gave him a ring. Then, forcing his hand closed, he
reached up, patting the boy lightly on the cheek.
  Moving into the open, Cludge lifted his head to the 
heavens. Beginning from his sides, he then raised his 
arms slowly, until they came together above him. As they 
met, a flash of light clapped out of no where. Several 
metres in front of the Gargoyle God, the colours in the
air began to swirl, faster and faster, until they
distorted into a white disc.
  ‘What’s he doing?’ Terrol asked.
  ‘He’s creating the opening.’ Ksid answered, suddenly
coming back to life, jumping to his feet. ‘Thank you
Master Cludge.’ he said sincerely. ‘We owe you a big
favour.’
  He smiled, showing his teeth.
  ‘I gueth thith ith it, then.’ Seth said.
  ‘Guess so.’ Ice replied.
  ‘It wath nithe doing thomething adventerouth for a
change.’ He was choking up.
  ‘Arem?’ Yalerkûm approached her daughter.
  ‘Father.’ she addressed him. ‘I must go. You -’
  ‘I understand princess. I have to let you go.’
  She hugged him, and gave a kiss on the cheek.
  ‘You look after yourself now.’ he demanded. ‘And come 
back to me safely.’
  ‘I’ll be fine. Tell Reenoco and Orpten they’ll get
there old jobs back soon.’
  King Yalerkûm smiled amongst a tearful heart.
  ‘It was nice to meet real life gargoyles.’ Power said
to Sentinel, Aegis, General Doom and Guardian. ‘I’ve
learnt a lot from you all. It was a pleasure working
beside fine military men.’
  ‘The pleasure’s all ours.’ Guardian assured him. ‘Who
could want more than to fight side by side with the great
Power of Oiy?’
  ‘Conscripted Boy.’ Animal said. ‘What of us now?’
  ‘You can go home and have a break.’ he replied. ‘Also,
look after King Seth and his kingdom. He’s been a great
asset to us lately.’
  ‘It shall be done.’
  They mounted their horses. Ready to go, they halted as
something came up.
  ‘He’s weakening.’ Ksid said, watching the light of the
disc deteriorate.
  ‘What’s doing it?’ Iikin asked.
  ‘This is Vebia’s doing.’ Ksid dismounted. ‘Whilst the
gargoyles were captured, so to was Lord Cludge. He isn’t
back to full strength yet, and is easily manipulated.’
  ‘What are we going to do?’ Ice said.
  Ksid raised his hands. The disc began to spin faster, 
returning to it’s full brightness. The struggle for power 
tightened, agonising Ksid in the process. ‘Go! I can’t 
hold this much longer!’
  ‘What about you?’ Enigma questioned.
  ‘I have to stay here! Find the Ksid of the past! Save 
my sister!’
  ‘What about the Ksid of the present?’
  ‘I’ll meet you all in the future! Hurry!’
  And taking a final look at the friends he was going to 
leave behind, Enigma reluctantly kicked his armoured 
horse into the periphery of the unknown, leaving the
history of the present to be but a thing of the past.