Amy started crying, and Mary stepped forward to comfort her, patting her gently.
"Why won't you tell me truth? I wish you would just admit that you are a Gryphon, " said Amy.
Suddenly she began to glow. Mary removed her hand, and saw that it was covered in sparkling dust. She frantically tried to rub it away, but it was too late. Her mind was starting to feel funny.
"What's the matter, Mara?" asked Amy.
"Nothing, nothing, " said Mary, trying to clear her muddy head. She was trying to remember something, something important.
Amy looked at her curiously.
"Are you sure? You look like you feel a little guilty. Ready to tell me the truth? C'mon, tell me. I am old enough. Are you really a Gryphon, or not?"