The old man stood over the last gem. The metal door shook violently. He looked at the deep purple portal slowly shrinking. It was nearly finished. Using the hammer, he hacked the amulet until it was in shape. The door rattled threateningly. It was finally ready. The portal was now the size of a basketball. The metal door burst open. The portal was now a ping pong ball size. "Give it to me!" Bellowed the man. He had a dark hood on with a menacing sword. "I know it's powers. Now give it to me Rodger." Roared the man once more. "Never" croaked Rodger. And with that, he chuckled the amulet through the tiny portal which disappeared right after. The man looked at him. "You'll regret that all your life." He snarled his teeth clenched so hard he could hear the gritting noise. A dark purple light covered him. Rodger looked around only to realise he was in a prison. But the prison was his own creation. He was in a gem. With the tiniest bit of effort, he conjured a small portal and threw a tiny book in to the portal. That book was all the person needed to know to master the 12 amulet's power. Then a thought hit him. Too late.
He wrote nothing about the last amulet.
