The next morning, Shang Tu Royal Palace; the Magister looks out over his fiefdom.

"Your Excellency!" General Gong calls, marching into the room. "A member of the Red Scarves wishes to speak with you."

"This is a highly unusual request," the Magister muses. "Are you sure this isn't a trick?"

"She is alone and unarmed," Gong assures.

"Very well, send her in," the Magister orders. "And don't take your eyes off her."

"As you command." Gong leaves; he returns a moment later, escorting Hanna.

"Your Excellency," Hanna greets, bowing in deference. "I come to you to request your services in securing devices that, in the wrong hands, lead to nothing but death and destruction."

"Forgive me if I am suspicious," the Magister responds, turning to face Hanna. "The Red Scarves don't have the noblest and most honourable of reputations."

"I am aware of that, sir, and accept its truth, and the part I have played in that truth," Hanna replies. "Nevertheless, I humbly request that you and your staff secure and guard these five gemstones," she continues, holding out an open box; the Elemental Crystals lie within.

"Five gemstones?" the Magister questions. "What is so dangerous about gemstones?"

"These are not normal gemstones, Your Excellency," Hanna explains. "These are ancient examples of dragon technology: the Elemental Crystals."

"Please explain," the Magister prompts.

"With permission, I'd like to demonstrate," Hanna requests.

"If you must," the Magister agrees. "But be aware that if you try anything, the General will not hesitate to take action."

"Thank you and understood, Your Excellency; I assure you I will do nothing untoward." Hanna places the box on the floor, and takes out the Fire Crystal. "This one is the Fire Crystal," she explains. "For those who can use it, it allows them to control fire." Hanna extends an arm, hand open, palm up; she conjures a small fireball above the palm. She proceeds to play with the form, shape, and size of the fireball, twisting it into spirals, splitting it into tendrils, and finishing with a tall column before extinguishing it entirely. "As you can see, dangerous stuff in the wrong hands," she concludes, returning the Crystal to the box. "I know from… personal experience."

"I see," the Magister muses; he pauses for several moments, deep in thought. "Very well, I will honour your request, and will ensure that these artefacts are secured and guarded."

"A thousand thankyous, Your Excellency." Hanna bows once more. "Now if you'll forgive me, I must take leave. I have… personal matters to attend to."

"Of course," the Magister agrees.

Hanna bows one last time before leaving without the Crystals.


Hanna re-joins Rob and his ATV at the Palace entrance.

"Did he agree to secure the Crystals?" Rob asks.

"Yes, thank the Ancients," Hanna sighs in relief.

"Good," Rob replies. "Hopefully, no-one will ever need them."

"Captain Psycho is still alive," Hanna reminds. "I don't think we've heard the last of him."

"Aquila? With luck, he'll be captured or killed before he rebuilds his strength," Rob assures.

"If he does return though, I think I'd quite like the challenge of robbing the Royal Palace," Hanna smiles.

"You do know how big a risk that would be?" Rob asks.

"Oh yeah," Hanna grins. "But for now, home. I have a lot of catching up to do."

Rob mounts his ATV, Hanna climbing on board behind as a passenger.

"We really need to get my ATV back," Hanna sighs.

"Can you remember where it is?" Rob asks.

"Just about," Hanna replies. "We can go this afternoon. My mother's ATV should still be there too."

"I still can't get used to the fact you have parents now," Rob chuckles.

"You can't get used to it?" Hanna chuckles back.

"Touché."

"Speaking of, they're probably wondering why we're taking so long."

"Then let's not keep them waiting."

"One more thing."

"Hm?"

"I want to thank you," Hanna explains; Rob is quizzical. "I mean it, from the bottom of my heart. If you hadn't convinced me to take on Captain Psycho's mission, I would never have met my parents."

"If you hadn't been jealous of Lilac, we would never have encountered the Crystals in the first place," Rob reminds. "In a weird way, you should thank her."

"Yeah, that's not happening," Hanna chuckles.

"Guessed as much. Home?"

"Home."

Rob starts the engine; Hanna wraps her arms around Rob's midriff. Together, they ride off, returning home to Rage Ravine.