Where Lies Adventure!

              The cries for help were coming from all directions now, but the voice belonged to one person: Princess Cecily.   Berk’s eyes were open wide with a look of frantic excitement.   He scanned his surroundings as thoroughly as he could, choosing to rely on his eyes and trying to ignore the deceptive pleas that would lead him astray.               He could see nothing, even with the rising sun providing him with the light he needed.   The manic excitement that had gripped him just an instant ago began turning to a fearful doubt that he could feel in the pit of his stomach.   What if he couldn’t find the princess?   What if he couldn’t save her?   No, he knew from experience that he couldn’t give way to such thoughts.   He tried blocking it out and while he was mostly successful there were nagging wisps of doubt that had become rooted in his heart.                 The shadow of his past failure had fallen heavy on Thaddeus Berk.   But he would make up for i

         Night was quickly falling on the jungle.   The young hero kept walking, as he had done that entire day.   An unearthly mist still clung to the forest floor, shielding the young man’s eyes from what lay beneath.   The certainty of finding the captured princess, which had been inflamed by his arrival through torrential storms and a violent ocean, was quickly dying down.   He had no way of tracking Berk if he couldn’t see any tracks.          He sat down, putting his back to a tree as he thought about his next move.   He’d tried everything he knew of.   As much as he had tried shutting them out, he reverted back to Berk’s lectures in his mind.          “The best way to track an animal or a man is their footprints.   It’s simple and effective.   You can often tell how close what you’re chasin is by how fresh the tracks be.   The freshest tracks are warm, the soil underneath them moist with freshness.”          “What if you can’t see the tracks,” th