The sun was shining so bright I wondered if was outside. I opened my eyes to find myself not outside, but in a golden sky. I looked down and there was no marking of ground, just the sky. Was I dreaming? I looked at the gem to find the glowing was coming from it. Was it taking me home or something? As I pondered on that thought, two silhouettes grew and they popped as two familiar rabbits;

"Michael? Fiver?"

"Leo?" they both responded.

"What are you doing?" we all asked at once.

We told each other about waking up to the shining from our necklaces.

"You both got one as well?"

"You got one too?" said Fiver.

"Where have they come from d you reckon?"

I shrugged. "There mine was just lying there."

"Mine too," said Fiver.

"And mine," said Michael.

We looked around the mysterious sky place.

"Does this seem safe to any of you?" asked Fiver.

"Didn't you have any visions about this?" I asked him.

"Only about the group splitting to three. I had no other visions after that."

"I don't trust this," expressed Michael eyeing the area. "It seems like what Uncle Ridd saw when I spiked his three Big Macs. He was screaming about Jesus hanging him on his robe hanger."

"Let's take these off," I decided.

The other two nodded. Just as were about to -

"Stop! Remove the trinkets not, for it is important to stay in contact"

We looked all around.

"Who's there?" asked Fiver aloud.

"Follow the the clouds that build towards the top," responded the voice. There was very warm about that voice. Like summer was flowing right through my veins.

"Well," said Fiver, "best get this over with and see what happens. Lest anything bad does we'll always the the trinkets to remove."

We followed the clouds upwards. It was rather fun seeing as they served like trampolines. Michael hopped up with straight confidence somersaulting and flipping.

Fiver on the other hand only took his time. He was rather worried with the way down although there was nothing to fall down to.

"You can do it, Fiver," I encouraged.

"I'm not sure if I can," said Fiver.

"You can," I assured. "Hawkbit will be smiling for a whole year when you give up. Here," I crouched down. "You hop up and land on my back and we'll do the same for the next one."

Fiver looked more confident now. He did so. I sagged under his weight but it was fine, almost like balancing three large books on my back.

As we had reached the top, Michael was lying on his front.

"Sorry, Mike," I replied. "Fiver needed."

"So I saw," Michael smiled.

He got up and our eyes fell upon a cloud fall, like a waterfall.

"So, who'll go first?" asked Michael.

I looked at Fiver and Fiver looked at me.

"Let's Rock, Paper, Scissors it," I suggested.

"With paws?" said Michael. "Well thought."

"What's Rock, Paper, Scissors?" asked Fiver.

"You'll soon see, Fiver," I replied.

As I improvised, I decided it would go like this; Rock would be one paw out, Paper would be one ear and Scissors would be both Paws.

"Ready?" started Michael.

We prepared ourselves; "Rock, Paper, Scissors!"

All Scissors.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors!"

All Paper.

"Rock, Paper Scissors!"

Two Scissors, one Paper which happened to be Fiver.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors!"

Both Rock.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors!"

I was Paper and Michael was Rock.

I looked at the cloud fall, gulped and ventured forward.

"I'll come with you," said Fiver. "Friends stick together."

"Me too," said Michael apologetically. "I was selfish to make a vote when friends should go together."

We hoped through the cloud fall, coughing as it filled our lungs.

When our sight cleared, we found ourselves in a blue sky with clouds that shone brightly. Cloudy steps were leading up to a bright yellow shape of a rabbit.

"Come hither, Fiver the Seer, Dawn-Rah and Leo Barning from Above."

"No surprise he knows you," resounded Michael to me as we looked down below from the sky.

We hopped up to the rabbit rather afraid of what he was.

His light faded and his body was revealed in pale yellow with bright golden eyes. He looked rather young. At least younger than Hazel was.

"Who are you?" asked Fiver. "Friend or foe?"

"The sun is friend to all who are friend to summer," responded the rabbit.

We looked at each other in puzzlement.

"My name is Glowpaws," replied the rabbit. "I control the sun."

"I thought only God did that."

"God?" asked Fiver.

"Somebody like Frith," I replied uncomfortably. I appreciated rabbits' culture but there was only one God I could worship.

"I garner the intelligence of you young bucks finding a necklace each."

"Yes," we all said together.

"We don't know what they mean though," said I. "Do you have the answer?"

"Exactly why I summoned you three," nodded Glowpaws in a smug-looking smile though he didn't seem to realise it.

"So must we unlock souvenirs from the soul?" asked I.

"The Necklace of Wisdom," replied Glowpaws. "This is another thing. Souvenirs do not count within this challenge."

Me and Fiver looked at each other, Michael not having a clue about the situation dpesite me telling the story at Rosie's house party.

"You are destined to face a dangerous challenge each," replied Glowpaws. "The neckless shall guide you to them by it's glow. They shall shine as bright as the sun on Earth. Listen to them as you venture."

"Challenges? Guidances?" said Michael. "I think you have the wrong guy," said Michael. "Surely this is meant for Leo. He's been here two years longer than me."

"Success does not garner form times," remarked Glowpaws "but of the spirit of willing to wander."

"So, those who doubt themselves, these challenges are for them?" asked Fiver seeing a lot of himself with this.

Glowpaws closed his eyes and pressed his paws together. He glowed so bright, our eyes hurt.

"Does the object 'sunglasses' mean anything to you rabbits?" complained Michael, covering his clamped eyes with his ears.

"Nope," I replied covering my eyes the same way as was Fiver. "Be thankful you're not human though. We'd be dead before were even loaded into the ambulance."

Finally, Glowpaws' glow died down and we could see him again. He looked serious but seemed as though he was smiling.

"Your guess answers positivity," he replied. "But they are not kind to any of you. You must be daring for them - if you value anyone other than yourselves."

"That's me!" declared Fiver with a jerk of confidence. "My little son is out there and he is one of two things I have to live for."

"Very audacious," nodded Glowpaws. "I like your courage held inside your soul, young Fiver."

He turned to Michael.

"And you?"

"I'm fighting for everything," replied Michael somewhat sheepishly. "My dad is great but he proves to be a wuss despite his professions. Then I had to confront teachers who diss me, getting suspended thousands of times."

I can remember his histories of suspensions all so well; telling our horrible music teacher to propose to her grandmother when she unfairly told us both to shut up, calling our cookery teacher the Goddess of 'Chwistrells' and pantsing our land studies teacher who was wearing no boxers when he insulted my hometown. While I knew he was a good guy, it was obvious he was angry and hurting but only showed it with these pranks. His father never disciplined him, only showed him how to fight only to protect himself. I wondered how Michael coped since children like Chestnut would often rely on their fathers like he did Fiver. The certain fact was Michael Dawnrah was a brave person.

"Desperate thirst of self-proof I analyse, Dawn-Rah," replied Glowpaws, nodding contentedly.

"And you, Leo Barning from Above?"

"To show my brother that he needs me in such places. He refused to join me despite my plea."

"From what I know of you, young Leo," replied Glowplaws, "You proved yourself already with your experience of the Necklace of Wisdom and your proof of love for your brother figure. I view your task will blossom a variety of the challenges your previously faced?"

My stopped sharp.

"You're not saying I'm going to face dogs, hypnotising owls and traitors friends again?" I asked.

"I only foresee, Leo Barning from Above," replied Glowpaws, "not witness. You only help those gain power and also understand it. Perhaps also next year."

I was way at sea. What did he mean by all this?

"I will give you three mixtures to say goodbye and good luck to each other before I place you back," said Glowpaws.

We all hugged each other and wished each other luck.

"And Fiver?" said Michael "Give my regards to Bigwig."

"Will do," said Fiver smiling.

"You're getting along now?" I asked.

"No," chuckled Michael.

Me and Fiver looked trouble but we couldn't help laughing ourselves.

"Fiver," I said. "We will find him. Whatever it takes, we will find Chestnut."

Fiver's laughter dropped slowly.

"Thanks," he said as we hugged each other one last time.

With that, a beam of the sun shone in our eyes as we shut them tight and covered them with our paws.

"PRINCE RAINBOW!" screamed Michael. "I'M BRINGING SUNCREAM NEXT TIME!"

Michael instantly felt a cold breeze greet him gratefully. He opened his eyes slowly in case of any tricks and found himself back in his burrow. He looked at the gem. He had a no idea what happened but it must have been important. This was all too real to be a dream.

Fiver opened his eyes to find himself against Hazel's chest and his arms holding to keep him safe for the night. Was this a vision? A dream? No, it must have been real. He felt wide awake a few mixtures ago so this must have been. Should he wake his brother up? Maybe tomorrow. He wanted to sleep after what happened. He pressed face to Hazel's chest and drifted back to sleep, his heartbeat soothing Fiver easily into closing his eyes. In that position, he tired to imagine he was Chestnut and Hazel was Fiver himself in a comforting sign that the little boy would safe back in his arms soon.

I unintentionally uncovered my eyes and found myself back in the burrow. Rosie was sleeping peacefully but Pipkin, who was sleeping pin my left, squirmed and moaned and rolled about until finally, "ARGH!"

He jolted awake, his eyes open and looking at me.

"Another nightmare?" I asked quietly.

"Yes," replied Pipkin shivering. "My parents were standing there in front of me, smiling. I ran to hug them but they faded away. Then Bigwig appeared and said 'Your foolishness killed them, Pipkin'."

I stared sympathetically, lay on my front and rubbed his head. "It couldn't be. I told you before death is nobody's fault."

"I'm going to ask Bigwig," said Pipkin. "When we see him again I will ask him. I want to know the truth."

"We'll see him soon," I assured I'm kindly as I rubbed his head again. "Go back to sleep now," I said quietly.

Pipkin closed his eyes as I put an arm over him so no more nightmares would hurt him tonight. I wanted to tell him what just happened but the young teenage kittens are more important when they are loving in false survivor's guilt. I would tell everyone what had happened tomorrow morning.