You have a... Feather. From the feather place. The edges are strangely sharp.

Evan holds it out in front of him as if it can protect him. Even if it is small. The sharp edges hold promise, unless he cuts himself on them.

The feather glows slightly, illuminating two eyes within the shadows of bushes.

Evan slowly tries to back away... And then wonders how the feather is glowing, but doesn't move it from it's guarding place in front of him.

Congrats. You have a sharp, magical feather.
You hear a low growl and it moves closer.

Evan backs away from the noise(s). Whatever in the world was going on was just going on. He wished for all he was worth that the race could end so he could go save the rest stuck in the whatever that place had been.

Where was the rest of the team? he wondered. And the other team.

You can't see them and its getting closer. If it's stalking, it would've pounced already.

That would explain it.

Phoenix hopes no one start an investigation when his patrol blocks over the sun for a few mnitues.

After an hour or so you set down in a random city.

"Where the heck are we?"