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They emerged onto a plain blasted with an icy northerly wind. Wind-driven snow stung at their faces and
eyes before it hit the ground and disappeared into the numerous cracks and chasms that wove their
demented way across the flat, barren surface.
"Where are we?" DareWing gasped, wrapping both arms and wings about himself in a vain attempt
at protection against the wind and snow.
DragonStar looked about, as uncomfortable as was DareWing.
"Somewhere in the northern Avonsdale Plains, I think. See? Those must be the southern Western
Ranges. Or maybe even a bit further west towards the Andeis coast ... I'm not too sure."
Frankly, DareWing didn't give a damn about their precise location, and wished he hadn't asked.
"How will you get us to the Field of Flowers?"
DragonStar turned to look at DareWing. "Oh, I am not. I think you should."
"Me? How am I going to do it?"
"Look within yourself, DareWing. You have been in the Field before. You have been through the
gate. This time you must open it for yourself."
DareWing tightened his arms, wondering if he would freeze solid in four breaths or five. "Why
couldn't you have told me this while we were still in Sanctuary? I could have thought about it before. I
could have had it all worked out before we got into this —"
"DareWing. Doit!"
DareWing almost cursed before he realised he'd have to open his mouth and expose himself to more
of the freezing air in order to do so. He contented himself with a hard glare in DragonStar's direction,
then he concentrated on the problem at hand.
This was the first time since DragonStar had transformed him that he'd been well enough to even
contemplate exploring the newly-resurrected Acharite power within himself.
Let alone use it to propel both of them into the Field of Flowers.
"Think," DragonStar whispered underneath the howling wind. "Think ... what do you
remember most about the Field?"
DareWing frowned. Flowers. He remembered flowers. Then he almost smiled, for he remembered
the feel of the sun on his back, and the peace of the Field, and then he did smile, for those were things
he'd enjoy feeling right now.
Instantly he was overwhelmed with the scent of the billions upon billions of flowers that existed within
the Field, and then they were there.
DareWing leaned back his head and laughed.

StarGrace smirked. She stood at the edge of the blue-misted tunnel, still safe within
Spiredore's power. Beyond her lay a chasm, and beyond the chasm a road wended its
way through a plain dotted liberally with flowering shrubs. Far away rose a line of blue and purple
mountains, cradling the entrance of a valley. With her powerful sight, StarGrace could see the shapes of
Icarii spiralling above the valley entrance.
The hidden souls had been found.
Her smiled widened momentarily, then she stepped back into Spiredore.

"See," said DragonStar, and from the infinite sky above them floated down DareWing's warriors.
The Strike Force, and yet not.
That these warriors were Icarii was easy enough to see, for together with their human bodies they
had the wings and the chiselled facial features of the Icarii.
And yet they had been changed. Every one of them had wings of a different colour — purple wings,
another bronze, yet another gold, until all the shades of the rainbow had been represented — and each
warrior had jewel-coloured eyes that matched the particular shade of his or her wings.
But it was their bodies that were the most amazing. Every one of them was diaphanous, almost