Fletcher looked confused. "But when I described that valley to my parents, they said there was nothing there but ordinary grass and shrubs, no flowers at all. They said I was imagining things. And... now that you mention it, I suddenly remember that I only started gradually learning magic after I began dreaming about them."
He Xi pressed him. "What were your dreams like? Do you remember? I mean, the surroundings in the dream."
"The surroundings..." Fletcher tried hard to remember. "The sky was filled with all kinds of colors, like someone had knocked over a paint palette. It was very... artistic. No... I don't even know if that was the sky. I can't remember clearly anymore. Anyway, it was a bit like eating too many mushrooms—everything was a riot of colors."
The Feywild...
The dream Fletcher described matched the descriptions of the Feywild He Xi had read in the book Fivik had given him.
And on top of seeing a faerie there and learning Wild Magic, He Xi was sure this fellow had done more than just see a faerie!
He had been to the Feywild, and more than once!
But...
The Feywild's terrain was "alive." It changed with the emotions of powerful fey in the area or with the passage of time.
For example, you might turn around after walking down a path and find it had become a lake; a seemingly peaceful forest might turn into a mountain in the very next moment.
In other words, the surroundings there were constantly rearranging themselves.
And this fellow had somehow entered the Feywild through that valley, then returned to the same place every time?
He Xi recalled how Teacher Fivik had described the events surrounding her pact with Nimo.
Her friend had found an entrance to the Feywild. Knowing