Locating Elveria’s field of flowers turned out to be a harder task than Kyra had thought it would; the evidence of which was the fact that she was still on her horse even then, travelling through a meadow alongside the others as the sun began its journey towards setting.
For two days now, it had been the same routine with the Soul of magic, Lucian, Isidora, and three wizards whom the dark witch had chosen to accompany them from the Dark Hearts coven: wake up to the possibility of locating the field of flowers, search for it throughout the day to realise that they weren't going to find it, and then return back to the Dark Hall at night with a disappointed looks on their faces, especially Kyra's; and as the day was looking, it seemed that it would be more of the same.
The longer the searc
