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Makalos’ fires had left smoke marks, and Jacob realized how similar this village was to Mesa Verde, the deserted Indian village in Colorado. There were only a couple differences—painted buildings, rather than stone-colored, and people still lived here.
    Jacob was amazed at the craftsmanship of the buildings. Drapes hung at windows made of what looked like real glass. He spotted a few Makalos watching him, but they quickly looked away. Children ran all over the place, climbing ladders and jumping across the closely-built roofs.
    They walked for about five minutes before reaching a small red-and-blue sandstone house. Kenji strode to the door and opened it, waving the others to enter ahead of him.
    The front room was dark at first, the only light coming from under one of the doors at the back. Kenji touched his left ring finger to the wall, and a strip of silver lit up in the rock. The light raced upward, where it was soon one of many streaks that crisscrossed the ceiling, illuminating the entire room.
    “Wow,” Jacob said. “That was awesome.”
    Kenji grinned broadly, and Ebony smiled. “Yes, it’s how we light our buildings here.”
    The room was clean—stone floors with a few grass-type rugs here and there—but it smelled musty and old, like the home of the elderly lady who lived next door to Jacob’s family. He wrinkled his nose.
    The door in the back opened, and another Makalo entered the room. Jacob figured it must be Brojan. He looked much older than the others, with a very wrinkly face and long, gray, curly hair. He was a little overweight, but stood tall—though still shorter than Jacob. He approached, hand extended.
    “Jacob, my name is Patriarch Brojan, and on behalf of the Makalos, I welcome you to both Eklaron and Taga Village.”
    Jacob shook the older man’s hand, then followed as Brojan motioned the group to join him in the other room. The patriarch sat at the head of a large, rectangular table surrounded by chairs. Everyone took a seat.
    He leaned forward. “I’m going to get right to the point. Two weeks ago, an object was stolen from our village. It’s a magical key that was made hundreds of years ago, along with one other, which has also been lost. This key was created to save a princess from an evil king.”
    “What does it do? Open a treasure box or something?” Jacob asked.
    “Yes—every treasure box ever made, and more,” Ebony said. “It’s a powerful instrument. When placed into any lock and turned to the right, it opens the door—or box—regardless of the spells or locking bolts used. When turned to the left, one can go through any door, anywhere, regardless of one’s current location.”
    Kenji nodded. “Because the Key is magic, an evil race called the Lorkon sought after it. They started a war about fifteen years ago that almost destroyed the entire Makalo civilization. That was not an easy feat—Makalos used to rule over the lands and people in our world, and there are only three members of the Lorkon race that we know of. Millions died. We are all that remain.” He paused and stared off into the distance. “It was horrendous. So much bloodshed and destruction.”
    The room was silent for a moment. Jacob couldn’t imagine a war like that. He’d seen things in movies before, or heard stories in his history classes, but still, it was difficult to process. And it was obvious these Makalos had lost many loved ones—the pain was written across their faces. Fifteen years wasn’t enough time to lessen their suffering.
    Kenji met eyes with his wife. “Many of our loved ones were murdered. Slaughtered.”
    “We hid here, in Taga, to protect the Key of Kilenya from the Lorkon,” Brojan said, leaning back in his chair. “But they were able to break through our safeguards and steal it. Our alarms didn’t even sound.”
    Akeno entered the room, top hat in one hand and a book in the other. “We deposited the Rog on the far side of the corn fields.” He handed the book