The Butterfly Garden's Dilemma (2)

Three people came out of the smokes from the broken part of the garden. A tall slender man, a woman filled with muscles, and another woman who had a bow in her hand.

"Who are you?" Elliot asked through gritted teeth.

"We are the Trinity Grail," the woman with the bow replied. "We're here for the Twilight Wings."

"You will never have them!" Polschk yelled, raising his hand. A bright purple flower grew from his palm, erupting a blast of pollen that the butterflies immediately went to.

"What are the Twilight Wings?" Lance asked. He put down Dustin and stood in front of Polschk, their other friends following him.

"If I promise to answer you later, will you help me save these creatures?" Polschk asked them, the desperation lacing his voice evidently.

"We will," Elliot said. "We'll distract them, you go do your thing."