Except this time around something unexplainable happened.
Lithe opened the clasp just fine but then the size of the locket started to grow in the palm of his hands until it became the size of a small box, a silver ornate toolkit.
Everyone's attention was riveted on Starke's toolkit and numerous loud gasps echoed around the room.
There were many rumors about the infamous Starke toolkit but none of the Maximillian Tribe had ever laid eyes on it until today.
The whole time everyone was watching Lithe open the locket Zen's eyes hadn't left Lithe's face.
Unlike the others in the room he didn't seem shocked that the locket changed shape; it seemed more like Zen expected it.
"Now my true mate, would you be a darling and open your toolkit for me."
"I can't..this is too much… it just changed shape almost like magic," cried Lithe.
