The Mystery of the Crown of Arceus
Chapter 5
Clearing things up
When Cresselia caught up with Darkrai at the western hall of the Hall of legends, he was already interrogating Aggron in his workshop.
-what do you mean you didn't see the crown yesterday?!- Darkrai asked yelling, hovering over Aggron, who looked at him from his work table.
-And I did!- a voice war heard behind Cresselia who, when turned back, saw Ariados, in the door of the workshop.
Cresselia hadn't realized that Ariados had followed her from Arceus' apartment because he. Ariados also wanted to know Aggron's version.
Aggron, from his part, scratched nervously his head and seemed altered. A few moments before, he had his workshop in peace and quiet for himself… like almost always. After all, Aggron's ability was very specialized. After all, there weren't many broken crowns to be repaired in the world. So, Aggron spent most of his time alone perfecting his abilities as crown repairer.
As result of this lonely job, Aggron was timid and, besides, Darkrai intimidated him. And now, here he was, hovering over his head and yelling.
-Please- Aggron said, lifting up his hands as sign of submission- I… I'm telling you the truth. I saw Ariados yesterday, bu… bu… but I never saw Arceus' crown-
Ariados crossed the workshop and stood next to Aggron.
-But you don't remember? - Ariados asked
And then he proceeded to tell again his visit to the workshop the previous day: How he had asked Aggron to repair the dent on Arceus' crown, how he had pointed him the urgency of the matter and how he had left the jewel.
-indeed, then I asked you to take it back to Arceus' apartments once you were finished. Then, tell me, why you didn't?-
Aggron's blue eyes snapped open as more and more Ariados told his tale.
-that was the motive for you visit to mi workshop yesterday?- Aggron asked him- Ariados, yesterday, when you came, I just finished a work with my precious stones drill.- he continued to say at the time he bent to pick up a tool that was at the end of his work bench and looked like a combination of a screwdriver and a kitchen blender- it operates very well, but it makes an awful noise.
Aggron then picked up a piece of quartz from a pile of stones at his left. He placed the point of the drill on the surface of the quartz and with the other hand he powered the crank of the drill. Then, a terrible noise, of acute tone, filled the workshop. Darkrai, Cresselia and Ariados covered their ears with their hands.
-STOP! KNOCK IT OFF! STOP IT!- Darkrai yelled over the noise and Aggron stopped drilling
Cresselia uncovered her ears and said:
-oh my gosh, Aggron! How do you stand it?-
Aggron took his hands to the pockets of his work overalls.
-I use these things- he said opening his hands to show various plugs made with mareep fluff, then two of which he placed in each ear.
-let's get to the point- Darkrai said impatiently- what does this have to do with the lost crown?-
-WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? - Aggron asked
Darkrai sighed and jerked the tops of the ears:
-I'M SAYING A DAMN ME YOUR EAR PLUGS!!!- Darkrai yelled louder
Aggron stepped back a bit, getting away from Darkrai and chose, better, to talk to Ariados
-well, when you came yesterday, I was turned away, right?-
Ariados nodded
-and besides I had the fluff plugs- Aggron continued – because I was precisely working with the drill, so, when you said wha you said, I didn't hear you. When I turned back and saw you at the door, I greeted you with my hand, remember? Then you simply turned back and good bye. So I thought you only came to greet.-
Ariados took his hands to his head
-and I thought your greeting meant that you had heard everything I said perfectly- Ariados almost grunted, and then he got an idea.- but you had heard or not, I did leave the crown here- he said while he walked to a table of tree bark that was near the entrance gate to the workshop to draw an exact point on it.- I left it here inside the black velvet bag, just here-
But, of course, there wasn't any signal of crown of bag over the table, only metallic chips.
-Well- Cresselia said- maybe it's here somewhere-
Saying this, she ducked to look under the table and Ariados went to examine some nearby sideboards.
But they didn't find any crown or velvet bag
Cresselia let out a sigh
-Aggron- she said- did anyone else come to your workshop yesterday? Someone besides Ariados?-
Aggron thought for a moment and finally nodded
-Yes, Heatran passed by-
-Heatran?- Ariados asked –the legendary that recycles metal?-
-Aggron nodded again and pointed with the finger the metallic chips that rested over the table next to the gate of his workshop
-yes, he came and took all yesterday's chips. Then he melts it and recycles it
Cresselia let out a gasp
Ariados moaned ad grunted
Darkrai frowned and shook his head
-What's wrong?- Aggron asked
Darkrai gave Aggron one of his same old smiles of disdain and ridicule
-but you don't see, you don't understand, bud?- he said –if the crown was over the table, next to the metallic chips, when Heatran came to pick it up…
-… he well could have taken the crown along with everything else…- Ariados continued the reflexion
Cresselia swallowed saliva
-and melted it!-