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The magic set Rosa down in a strangely familiar forest. There were frosty trees all around and birds singing in the leafless branches. For a moment, Rosa wondered if it was the same place she had been when she had rescued the magical Firebird. She shuddered as she thought of the horrible Wicked Fairy who had imprisoned him.

“Hello?” Rosa called hesitantly. “Nutmeg? Nutmeg, are you here?”

Nutmeg was the Fairy of the Spices. The fairy usually met Rosa when she arrived in Enchantia. But today there was no sign of her.

Spotting a path through the trees, Rosa headed down it. As she reached the main track, she heard a faint noise through the trees behind her – like someone crying out. She spun round. What was it?

“Hello?” she called again. But there was no answer.

Then, suddenly, a carriage pulled by two white horses with silver plumes and golden bridles came around the bend in the track ahead of her. The driver was dressed in white breeches and a coat embroidered with gold thread. Rosa expected the carriage to sweep straight past but, to her surprise, it stopped. The driver jumped down and opened the carriage door.

Rosa stared as she saw a beautiful lady with long blonde hair and a pink sparkly dress sitting inside.

“Hello,” said the lady. “You must be Rosa.”

“Yes, yes I am,” Rosa replied, feeling almost like she should curtsy. Who was this beautiful lady?

The lady smiled. “I thought you must be. My name’s Serendipity. I’m a friend of Nutmeg’s.”