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 ...
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