I am not sure what has happen. I fear what I cannot remember, Jron says we are not ment to remember and are safer that way. I hope he is correct. The last thing I do remember was shortly after daybreak. We were trudging along. We are tired. Our horses are tired. And we saw this thing. It was a horse. But not a horse, and it was small. With wings. I would almost say like dragon fly wings. very odd. Harg thought to catch it, it would be simple, it was sleeping on a stump. But the instant he touched it a bright light burst forth and that is all. None of us recall anything else. It was dark when we awoke. Our horses were scatered and frightened.
We were not at the same spot we had been before. We planned on camping until we could get our course on track again. As we sat in silence afraid to sleep we were approached. This was a fairy. no doubt. She told us we get one chance, and we used it. Do not touch her babies. then she was off.