Oliver soon came over to where Khulan was helping Harmony learn the song, but when she saw Oliver, she turned to him.

"May we begin the ceremony, Oliver?" She asked him. Oliver nodded.

"Uh... Sure! Ready when you are, Your Highness!" Queen Khulan nodded, then asked a second question.

"Oliver, do you know of a spell named Rejuvenate?" Oliver nodded again.

"Sure, I do! It turns back the clock for objects, to before they were old or broken." Khulan shook her head slightly.

"Well, it is the memory retained within objects that is being revived. Only the spell Breach Time allows time itself to be manipulated. Now, alongside the Song of Restoration, I believe that Rejuvenate should be ale to restore the magic stones to the state they were in fifteen years ago."

"Ohh, I get it! That way, they'll be the same as Mornstar from fifteen years ago, huh?" Oliver asked, and Khulan nodded.

"Indeed. I will need to combine the spell Rejuvenate and the Song of Restoration with the ritual required to reunite the stones with Mornstar." Drippy's eyes went wide.

"Flipping heck! Wouldn't that be a bit of a stretch, even for you, Youer Heavenliness?"

"It will not be easy, and I understand why Marcassin balked at the challenge and why I'm assuming Harmony's never heard of it." Harmony shook her head.

"I can't say I've ever heard of such a ritual." Khulan nodded again, then turned back to Oliver.

"See? But I believe that I can do this for you..." Oliver gave a quick bow.

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Khulan nodded a third time.

"Now, without further ado, let the ritual commence." Harmony quickly pulled out the sheet of paper with the song on it.

Oliver held up Mornstar, as Khulan had the stones lifted into the air. "May my song, restore the power... May my song, work within the hour." Harmony sang, her finger pointed at the stones as they spun, gold light shining from her pointed finger. "Let it join, back together... Let it join, and stay forever." She sang, before directing the stones and they dove into the wand, Oliver grunting as they fit into their spots.

"The ritual is complete." Khulan told them, and Harmony lowered her finger. "What you now hold is Mornstar in its true form."

"Better be." Harmony panted a little, heading back over towards her friends. "I'm a little tired." Khulan gave her a look, then looked back towards Oliver.

"Please consult your Wizard's Companion. The wand's power has restored new pages, with new spells for you to use that you were unable to use with your lesser powerful wand." Oliver quickly pulled out the Wizard's Companion and looked at some of the new spells that were appearing in the book. Healing Hand, Fortune's Fool, and Unleash appeared page after page after page.

"Jeepers!" Oliver exclaimed, looking at the pages with wide eyes. "These spells look so... neat!"

"No kidding." Harmony whispered, reading each spell.

"The spell known as Unleash will prove very useful to you, I am certain." Khulan told them knowingly. "Doubtless, you have done battle with those creatures known as guardians, whose poor hearts had been broken by Shadar. When you defeated them, you received certain gemstones, did you not?" Drippy nodded, reaching into Oliver's bag and pulling out some of the gemstones.

"That's right! They dropped these big jewels, en't it, Ollie-boy?" Khulan picked up one of the gemstones and examined it as if she were a seer looking into her crystal ball.

"These gems are symbols of the guardians' gratitude, and contain a part of their spirit and life force."

"Jeepers!" Oliver exclaimed again, and Khulan nodded.

"By using Unleash, you can channel the energies which reside in the gems, and call upon the guardians' strength in battle. With their power at your command, you will be able to hold your own even against Shadar." Oliver bowed again, stuttering a little..

"Th-Thank you, Your Highness! That sounds like it'll come on real handy!" Swaine chuckled, crossing his arms.

"Heh heh! That doesn't sound too shabby, does it, Oliver?" He asked him. "Shadar'll be quaking in his boots!" Khulan nodded, though she looked slightly uncertain.

"You are now better equipped to face Shadar in battle, but a serious obstacle between you and any such encounter." Drippy rolled his eyes.

"Oh, here we flipping go." He grumbled. "What is it this time?"

"Shadar dwells within the castle of Nevermore. It lies to the north of here, beyond the Miasma Marshes. Should a careless traveler be engulfed by the dark miasma for which the marshes are known, they will be lost forever."

"And I suppose we count as careless travelers, huh?" Harmony asked, crossing her arms.

"Wait a second!" Esther suddenly exclaimed, tapping her chin. "The Miasma Marshes? I-I..." She couldn't seem to get the words out. Oliver turned to her.

"What is it, Esther? Have you heard of them?" Esther nodded.

"It's something my father once spoke of. He told me of a mist that was so dark that no light could penetrate it. The miasma. He said that the only way to clear it was with the call of the Clarion."

"The Clarion!" Oliver exclaimed. "I remember you saying that we'd be the ones to play it again, Esther!" Harmony and Swaine exchanged looks. She must have spoke of it before they all met.

"Yes!" Esther exclaimed, nodding. "The Clarion is a symbol of peace that was created by the three kings of this world. Now, what was the rhyme...?"

"In Ding Dong Dell they carve full well that old Mamooni wood, and bear it then to Hamelin, to make it sound so good." Harmony recited. "It's a rhyme as old as the Clarion itself." Esther nodded vigorously.

"Right! That was it!" Khulan nodded approvingly.

"I am impressed by your knowledge, Esther." She told the blonde girl. "But then, you are the daughter of a Great Sage." Esther shrugged modestly.

"Oh, its just a rhyme I learned when I was little..."

"So if we give this Clarion a good honk, it'll clear us a path across the Miasma Marshes, will it?" Drippy asked, earning a nod from Harmony and Khulan.

"That about sums it up." Harmony told him.

"That is correct." Khulan added. "And the first thing you require to make the Clarion is the holy wood."

"...that old Mamooni wood..." Esther repeated, tapping her chin. "I think it's time we paid the Cowlipha a visit!" Harmony clapped her hands together.

"Then let's get going shall we?" They grabbed a few provisions from a peddler, then headed off on Tengri to Al Mamoon, Oliver flying.

As soon as they reached Al Mamoon, Harmony reached for the hood of her cloak to pull it over her head to hide her face, but Swaine stopped her.

"Come on, Harmony." He told her. "Leave the hood down. You're the Songstress. Don't hide it." Harmony rolled her eyes, punching him in the shoulder.

"You make me sound so pompous and show offy." But she kept her hood down anyway, and some of the people stared as she passed by. They had seen her come through the city many a times and steal from them, but now she stood proudly amongst them.

"Who does she think she is?" One woman whispered snootily. "Walking around like that. She oughta be thrown in prison, that thief." Harmony pretended not to hear her, though a bead of sweat formed on her forehead, and not just because of the heat.

Finally, they arrived at the palace, and Oliver bowed to the Cowlipha as they entered.

"It's nice to see you again, Your Moojesty." He told her. The Cowlipha looked surprised to see them.

"We say! You have returned! Now, tell us, boy, have you located that handsome young man in the picture we so generously gave you?" Swaine and Harmony snorted, trying not to laugh. They had gotten the picture of Marcassin from her!

"Yes, we found him, Your Moojesty!" Esther called, tossing the two a dirty look. "And now Prince Marcassin's back to his old self." Drippy nodded in agreement.

"That picture of youers came in proper useful in the end, Youer Moojesty. Even if you did only have it cos you had a crush on the pooer lad..."

"I suppose I can't laugh at that." Harmony shrugged. "I can relate. Except for the a little more than slightly creepy owning of the picture." But the Cowlipha was laughing cheerfully.

"Hm hm hm!" She laughed. "We are most pleased to hear that you accomplished your aims. But what brings you back to us, pray tell?" Everyone looked to Esther to explain to her. She seemed to be the best at that kind of thing.

"Um..." She said slowly. "Your Moojesty, have heard of the Clarion?" The Cowlipha nodded.

"Indeed we have! Are we to take it taht you require the aforementioned instrument? Is the time finally at hand?" Oliver nodded excitedly.

"That's right, Your Moojesty!" He told her. "We need it to cross the Miasma Marshes." The Cowlipha looked down at Abull, who stood beside her.

"Abull! You heard the young man!" She told him impatiently. "Fetch you-know-what this instant!" Abull looked nervous, but nodded.

"Y-Yes, Most Bountiful Bovinity..." Then he hurried into the wildlife that sat around the outskirts of the throne room, and reached in to pull out a log of wood that shone with magic that was imbued in it. "I present to you the holy wood!" Esther took the wood, her cheeks pink, and the Cowlipha chuckled again.

"Hm hm hm! Guard that wood with your lives, won't you? Who can say how long it will take for another branch like that to grow." Though she laughed, she seemed a little upset to be giving them the wood. Oliver couldn't quite understand why she seemed so unhappy, but he chose not to pursue it for now. He was a bit preoccupied with defeating Shadar, after all.

"Gee! Thanks, Your Moojesty!" he told her. "This means we can do battle with Shadar!" The Cowlipha's eyebrows rose.

"So you really do intend to face him? Tell us, are you familar with the events of the Wizard Wars?" Oliver nodded.

"Yes, Your Moojesty! I heard something about them. The whole world was at war, wasn't it?" The Cowlipha nodded sadly.

"It was a most protracted and bloody affair. And at the end of it, only three kingdoms remained: Al Mamoon, Ding Dong Dell, and Hamelin. The three ruling families vowed then to keep the peace, and the Clarion served to sympbolize their sacred pledge. But when the shadow of the Dark Djinn fell across the world, our three kingdoms were driven into a simply frightful series of disputes. In retrospect, it is most unfortunate that we did not join forces and make a new Clarion back then..." Oliver tilted his head.

"Join forces, Your Moojesty?" He asked, and she nodded again.

"That's right, boy. Now, if we recall correctly, you have already visited each of the three kingdoms..." Drippy nodded for Oliver.

"That's right, Youer Moojesty! We're close personal friends with the big...erm... cheeses in every kingdom!" The Cowlipha chuckled a third time.

"Hm hm hm! It amuses one to think that a dear little boy should be the one to mend the bridges between our kingdoms." Oliver wasn't sure if he should have felt insulted or flatter.

"Uh... thanks, Your Moojesty." Swaine nodded, eager to leave.

"Yes, thanks Your Moojesty! We'd love to stay and chat, but this Clarion won't make itself! Shall we head over to the next kingdom?" Esther nodded in agreement.

"Yes! It's time to go to Ding Dong Dell and see King Tom!"