After about an hour, Henrik and Ferdinand had ridden their bikes over the steep incline of the mountain trail, and were now faced with a choice between two pathways into the shrouded forest. “Let’s eat really quick, before we pick which way to go,” said Ferdinand. They leaned their bikes against a tree, opened up their pack and pulled out a sandwich and an apple. “This is stupid,” said Henrik. “It’s getting dark and we have no idea which way to go. What are you staring at?”

Ferdinand silently pointed at the path on the right, half of a sandwich hanging out of his mouth. Henrik turned around. Darkness had filled in the forest floor, and all of the grass blades on the pathway were glowing purple. “That one,” said Ferdinand. They finished their snack, hopped back on their bikes, and headed down the glowing trail. The further they went on their journey, the more strange things they noticed: trees with pink bark, a bird flying backwards, a rock that was chiming like a grandfather clock. As they crested a hill, they saw a very bright light in the valley below. “We’re getting close!”

They careened down toward the light at top speed. The purple glow was almost blinding as they dipped below the trees and out into a clearing. They skidded to a stop, and allowed their eyes to adjust. There, standing over a bright purple fire stood Onias and Jupiter, eyes wide with surprise. Ferdinand, speechless, reached into his backpack and pulled out the poster he and Henrik had drawn. He unrolled it, and held it up in front of the wizards. Jupiter laughed as he looked at the drawing. “Look, Onias! It’s us! And your nose looks huge!” His smile faded when he read the words. He turned to Jupiter, who was staring at him: “The mayor hasn’t returned?!”