The One
River asks, his voice surprisingly devoid of any hint of derision.
I glance around, the unfamiliar landscape stretching out before us like a maze, each path twisting and turning, leading deeper into the wilderness. I wish I knew for certain, wish I could sense the Bright Waters, could feel their pull, but all I have is the faintest hint of direction, a whisper in my mind that nudges me forward.
“We’re headed in the right direction,” Brook affirms, grabbing my hand and squeezing it gently. “We should be there within a few hours.”
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