(Wait, is Phoenix the dead hen that Fern found? That can’t be. Isn’t Sparrow a pure Lakenvelder? That makes no sense. She can’t be her mother. Also, she was killed by a fox. Hrmmmph.)Sparrow trudged through the forest to the meadow. A small stream bubbled nearby and birds chattered above. Ahead Sparrow could just make out flowers. She quickened her pace. Until she stumbled upon Phoenix 's body. She sighed in relief to see that she was exactly the way Sparrow had left her. Sparrow leaned closer and whispered, "I'm going to make you proud, mother." Phoenix's cold but warm eyes only stared at the sky, still capturing the beauty of the world. (This is very important to remember).