Michael's group had been travelling since early in the morning following the paved path the necklace had made. Dandelion, Hawkbit and Strawberry were hopping briskly, Jason was just regularly hopping and looking about, Cherry behind everyone else and Thorn had carrying Butterfly and Dragonfly on his back, which Burdock remarked for being the saddest sight he had ever seen.

"You are aware that after what happened to Papa they might be capable of snapping your neck?"

"Okay, Burdock. You addressed your warning faithfully," remarked Thorn patiently, "and now I shall address my warning faithfully: shut the Frith up so I don't snap your neck!"

Michael liked Thorn more and more by each threat he gave his spoiled little brother. How he longed for one. He was an only child and his father only taught him how to protect himself. He wanted a brother deeply, he didn't care wither he was old or young. He was an younger brother, he would have sometime to teach further, but he was an older brother, he would have someone to teach.

"Are you a fighter much then?" asked Michael when he and Thorn were hopping next to each other.

"Only because I taught myself," replied Thorn but in a rather unsure manner. "Papa favoured Burdock, hence his state now. So he's a fighter himself but lacks the brains. Always had to learn from other rabbit and eventually joined Sun-Lagoon Warren."

"What?" Blackavar overheard. "I myself returned form there not too long ago."

"Is old Captain Bramble still residing?"

"Yup," Blackavar replied. "Tough piece of work but more than Bigwig is."

"Bigwig," snorted Michael in agreement. "I tell you, his head is bigger than my Uncle Ridd's fat ar-"

"Shhh!" hissed Thorn urgently as he nodded backwards at the twins on his back.

"What?" they both asked confused.

"Sorry," said Michael forgetting that they were there in the first place. "Backside."

"That's better," said Thorn smiled but he and Blackavar giggled at Michael's close profanity.

"I haven't forgotten your trick with the pepper," Blackavar chortled.

"Innocence is beautiful," Michael chuckled. "Wish I could have filmed it."

He then looked at Thorn who was looking the direction of the path.

"I'm sorry you had to train by yourself," said Michael. "Must have been hard having to train by yourself."

"Who cares?" said Thorn turned his head to face them "You get taught by your trainers but self-teaching gains a strength of combat no one else would have thought of."

Very wise words from a neglected young buck. And yet hardly spoke ill of his father and said to the twins that he would want them to live.

"My dad only taught me to defend myself. Never had time to be one. Always under Uncle Ridd, a real windbag of an uncle. I thought Dad would have kicked him out but no, too afraid to stand up for me."

"I'm sorry," said Thorn.

"Must be difficult having a cowardly father who only shows you fighting."

"Who needs him?" Michael shrugged. "I'm someone, a songwriter, a prankster and a well-known YouTuber."

"What's a YouTuber?" asked Thorn confused,

"A person who is member of the internet website YouTube."

"And what's an internet?" asked Blackavar.

"Never mind," said Michael knowing that rabbits wouldn't know of such technology. "Sorry, I forgot that you rabbits don't know stuff we humans do."

"What are you talking about?" asked Thorn.

"Strange as it seems," said Michael feeling rather uncomfortable explaining the fact he and Blackavar would be bound to laugh at, "Me and Jason and his bother Leo Barning from Above, we are humans in the world we come from."

"Ah, okay," said Thorn.

"Understandable," said Blackavar.

"You believe me?" asked Michael confused.

"Why not?" said Thorn. "There's magic form that necklace you're wearing so enchantment as such should be enough to prove that your story is true."

"He's right you know," agreed Blackavar.

"Thanks," said Michael gratefully. It was positively logical that they would believe after what happened that morning with that new made path the necklace created and there they all were, currently hopping off to see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Had it not been logical, Michael would might as well think that this whole adventure was jus ta spike trip in a failed attempt to prank his uncle again with visions of his mind.

"How much further?" panted Hawkbit at the back.

"When the path ends," explained Dandelion who was also panting. "We'll keep on until it stops."

"Then why are you panting for breath?" Hawkbit argued.

"I put weight on," said Dandelion. "Hopping's good for you."

"We can only hop, Dandelion," remarked Hawkbit in a sarcastic manner of teaching a brainless wastrel.

They hopped on for some time, Michael thinking how Leo was doing and in hope that they had found Chestnut as well. A cute little kid who deserved nothing of this predicament. Michael knew many demented losers blaming themselves for stuff which obviously didn't relate but to be placed upon a small child, this was too different.

As he thought about all this -

"WHOA!"

He halted and held everyone back. They were all looking down a steep path leading to a messy wilderness, mud and long-dead leaves everywhere. The golden path still shone in the sun and it was leading into a cave.

"Simple," remarked Hawkbit. "The necklace wants us to go in there take down a bear. Why couldn't it be dodge the bird packages?"

"Only one way to find out," said Michael. "Let's leave a few of us here that way we wouldn't have to struggle with everyone so no one will escape. I'll go, Thorn will come, Blackavar and -"

Jason looked eagerly.

"Burdock."

"Why him?" said Jason angrily. "All I have is this darn 'Help! I'm Lost' tooter."

"Exactly," said Michael. "If something goes wrong you blow and we leave the cave. Besides, I can't let anything happen to you and explain to Leo."

"We'll come," said Tulip. "Jason's proves good combat."

"But if danger comes," said Thorn, "you can protect my mother and siblings and all the others."

"Thank you, lot," commented Dandelion looking around and shaking.

"Come off it, Dandelion!" snapped Hawkbit. "It's not like the Black Rabbit is gonna suddenly appear."

"And we're Owsla are we not?" Strawberry reminded pridefully. "Bold and daring, whoever dares wins."

"So you want me to come?" snorted Burdock. "Dawn-Rah proves high and mighty and you expect me to serve as bait as did Papa?"

He whipped a glare at the twins who drooped their ears in sadness.

"If Papa taught you to protect yourself, you should be of use," remarked Thorn.

"Mother are you hearing this?" Burdock said.

"He does have a point, dear," quivered his mother. "Your father taught you well. Show him what you've learned. Besides, I need to keep and eye on the youngsters and we'll have Hawkbit, Dandelion and Strawberry as extra protectors should danger approach."

"Danger?" quivered Butterfly.

"Are in trouble, Mother?" asked Dragonfly as they hopped off Thorn's back and hugged into her fur.

"Of course not, dear ones," smiled Cherry huddling them close but she seemed unconvinced. "I only meant this in case we were in danger."

"With what Michael told us," said Hawkbit. "No, we're in no danger at all."

"Shut up, Dorkbit!" ordered Michael sharply. He glanced at the kittens who looked very paranoid while hugging onto their mother.

Thorn went up to them, crouched down and sad gently "We won't be long. As soon as we've finished what we need to do we'll find a place outside thie first and perhaps find some nice clovers to nibble on."

The twins smiled weakly and nodded with a little encouragement.

Thorn smiled and ruffled their heads as he turned back for the steep slope.

"Wouldn't be surprised if they got you done in the same way as Papa," snapped Burdock.

Thorn cuffed him on the head and nudged him to the edge.

"As you prove your professions of interpreting accidents and guilt," he reprimanded," you can go first.

"I will," Michael cut in.

Thorn and Burdock turned to him.

"What a surprise," said Jason coldly. "SonicDawnrah wants to impress his viewers."

"Shut up, Jason," Michael scolded. "Since I'm wearing the necklace I think it makes sense for me to lead the way."

Thorn nodded.

"You're right, Dawn-Rah. Let us begins."

Michael sat on his behind and slid down the path, followed by Blackavar, Burdock, Strawberry and Thorn.

As they shook themselves clean, Michael eyed at the open mouth of the cave. He only knew the feeling of fear whenever Uncle Ridd would slap him as a child. The amount of years he had pulled pranks on him, seemed to have made him forget what fear tasted like. Duster the farm dog was different since he liked Blackavar very much and had no time to think of fear and sizes. To him from that experience, a friend's life was the only thing to fear for.

"Let's go!" he exhaled.

He hopped for the mouth and the others followed. They climbed upon a hill of flat, but sharp boulders on the up to the mouth.

At first Michael laughed at what he expected to fear. There was no tunnel or passage in sight, just a square-width cave with long sticks at one end, rude words chalked or graffitied on both sides of the cave, smashed bottles in a pile.

"Urgh!" complained Blackavar. "It wreaks in here."

"I'll take this is where your uncle takes his does in the night?" Thorn addressed to Michael.

"I'm surprisingly convinced," he responded.

At that point, the necklace glowed and the beam shot at the centre at the end centre of the cave where golden words, seemingly carved, revealed on the wall.

"What does it say, Michael?" asked Blackavar.

Michael was going to ask if they could read but then remembered they were rabbits and he didn't want to make himself sound rude. Aloud he read:

The answer lies within these walls but not within these walls. If the gold wearer maintains hesitation, stay in here and let your band perish

"I'm a lover of Sherlock Holmes and I can't even understand the clue," reacted Michael.

He remembered when he was young, he watched a television series called Ghostwriter, a story about a group of teenagers who solve mysteries and crimes with an invisible friend called Ghostwriter who could only communicate by writing to the team - especially solving the answer to a clue if discovered. How Michael longed for Ghostwriter to exist.

"Sherlock Holmes?" asked Blackavar.

"You wouldn't know," replied Michael.

"So, can we go back now?" Burdock demanded. "Been in one of these once, didn't like it."

The rabbits hopped out of the cave and into the sunshine.

"AAAAAGGGH!"

"HELP!"

"MOTHER!"

"UP THE ROCK, LITTLE ONES!"

They ran back to find the commotion. They all gasped when they dissevered a huge weasel trying to climb upon the boulder they took refuge upon.

Burdock screamed in terror and ran back to the cave, tripping and tolling over the boulders, still screaming as if he were a little kitten outside a stormy weather.

"Leave him," said Thorn. "We gotta help them!"

He, Michael and Blackavar ran up the steep path, speeding enough to not slip back down. Thorn charged Kath the weasel who knocked him to the ground with a blow. Blackavar did the same and he too fell to the ground.

The weasel eyed Michael, who stood there wondering how to take this brute on.

The weasel was like any other weasel except one eyes was blue and the other was red and he had a gash on the left side of his head. There was something fishy about this type of weasel. Michael had only been in this universe once but he could sense something was abnormal.

"So the trinket wearer defies the message," snarled the weasel circling in on Michael. "Family is too valuable is it?"

"I only have a useless dad and an uncle who can't shave his own -"

He cut short there thinking of the kittens who were present.

"But I know what brotherhood is supposed to feel like. Half my friends here are like my brothers and that's what musters courage to face such savagery of animals who only kill for killing."

"Wise words," sneered the weasel. "We're of a different world but I know your pains, Michael Dawnrah."

When he thought something was up, this was not what he expected but rather close.

"How do you know my name?" he demanded.

"As part of this journey, you aim to seek the Child of the Seer which I am willing to eliminate you from completing," replied the weasel grinning in the manner of never letting you sleep in the dark again.

"I'm aware of you wanting to prove yourself, only good for pranking your uncle and all the others you dislike."

"Tell us where you get this information!" said Michael angrily, knowing only Glowpaws, the honest rabbit of the sun would forte such events.

"The only way you will understand is if you accept the Black Rabbit of Inle to come for you," replied the weasel cackling in a manner which actually did shake Michael.

"You're just taunting me," said Michael. "You want to stop me from letting out my pains by fighting you."

"Very discerning," replied the weasel still grinning and now growling and had stopped curling in on Michael and stood in front of him, crouching itself at him. Michael barley noticed that it's blue eye was now red as well. And at that second, they both faded to pale, sky blue.

"Their hearts will the thousand for their friend will stop running today," said the weasel eying the rabbit up on the boulder.

"Any last words before this duel, Michael Dawnrah?"

Michael just glared. "Why don't you go away and sleep with a snail?"

Pipkin's Owsla group snorted at the remark.

The weasel lunged at Michael who dodged it. They were now circling at each other, growing and the bristles of their fur frizzled up. They charged at each other and Michael pinned the weasel down clamping its mouth closed. It growled and snuggled and twisted and turned before it pounced at Michael who went flying and landed on his back. The weasel lunged at him but Michael jumped and knocked his head into its chest winding it but nit before it scratched him on the cheek. It hurt but Michael ignored the pain. He would inly clutch it when the infghgt was done. He ran to the weasel who was just by the edge of the steep path and it grabbed him by the neck and intended to but into the back of it then they toppled down, the group from above the boulder screaming in terror, Michael knocking it in the chest again and it went flying, eventually landing on one of the flat boulders headfirst. There the weasel lay. But then it suddenly steamed, burst into flames (which promptly died down) and there lay where the weasel a heap of ashes.

Michael felt sick at witnessing this enchantment.

Burdock emerged. When he saw the weasel was nowhere in sight, he strutted up towards the path where everybody was hopping of the boulder.

Michael climbed back up the path a second later where everyone praised him and greeted him with honour, Pipkin's Owsla group hugging him, Hawkbit patting him on the back, Dandelion ruffling his head, Strawberry nudging his arm, Dragonfly and Butterfly hopping up to his chest for him to catch them as they shared a hug and Cherry liked him lovingly.

"You brave thing," said Cherry. "There's so much of my mate in you."

Jason just kept his distance as did Burdock though nowhere near close to Jason.

Michael saw Blackavar and Thorn lying there and so did Cherry. They both ran to them and to their relief (more to Cherry's relief with Thorn as her son) they were stirring. They opened their eyes in disorientation and looked at the rabbits starting down at them.

"Mother?" groaned Thorn.

"You're safe now, dear," she said nuzzling her first born. "You just need rest and so does your friend. You are such a trooper. sun-Lagoon taught you well."

"You okay, man?" Michael asked Blackavar placing a paw on his shoulder.

"Yes," strained Blackavar. "Michael? Your cheek is bleeding!"

"What's a little blood?" smiled Michael. "Yours and Thorn's hasn't been spilled, that's what matters."

"What's happened to that thing?" asked Blackavar referring to the trinket.

Michael looked down at it to find that it had now changed from sun gold to moon white.

"What on Earth?" began Michael but he his cheek stung and he clutched it. "Let's get out of here and rest. Then we can ponder why this thing changed colour."