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They traveled farther into the forest without much incident. The trees
opened up onto a wide field of large red and yellow flowers. 
Marewyn took one step into the field and stopped as if listening for
something.

What is it, Marewyn?, Sharon asked, suddenly aware that she really
had no idea where she was. She had not been paying attention to 
which direction they had taken from the hole that would lead her back 
to her own yard. She had innocently trusted someone that she had
just met. That seemed to be a pattern in this crazy adventure, first with
the old man; then with the flowers on the vine; now with Marewyn, 
whoever he is. What would she do if  . . .?

Shhhh! Listen! Do you hear that? It is getting closer.  Marewyn looked
around with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He focused now on 
Sharon.  Well . . .

What? I don't hear anything, Sharon looked around to see if she could
spot anything that was out of the ordinary. In this place? How could you
tell? She thought to herself. Just then she spotted a tiny green light
coming their way. It seemed to float about five feet off the ground. 
Even as it got closer, it didn't seem to have any form. It was just a
green light.

The green light flew directly to Marewyn, hovered in front of his face for
a few seconds and then disappeared. A slow smile covered his face. 

Well, my dear. My time is up and you are on your own from here.
He waved his hand toward the far side of the field of flowers. 
Sharon turned to follow the motion. The field looked beautiful.

Where do I go after I reach the other si . . She turned back to see
that Marewyn had disappeared also.  Well… I need to go see 
Iarwain Ben-Adar. Whoever that is. Where ever he is. 

She started off across the field only to find that the flowers grew
on vines with sharp thorns that tugged at her clothes and
threatened to trip her. She tried to remember the song that Marewyn
was singing in the forest. But the words escaped her. She started
singing a song that she heard on the radio all the time. It was her
favorite song. It seemed to work. The thorns began to shrink back
into the flowers. 

What have you done to my flowers?  She heard a deep growl from
nearby. She looked around but could see no one. Five feet away,
the vines rustled and a large gray and white wolf rose from the 
cover of the flowers.  You have turned them all purple, girl.