Pip took a deep breath and hopped down the winding staircase of the tree-tower, his heart racing with fear and excitement. Once outside, he approached a sunny clearing where a few forest creatures were gathered—Chirpy the bluebird, Nibbles the squirrel, and Flora the shy deer. They all looked up curiously as Pip nervously blinked.
“Have you seen Wisefeather?” he asked, his voice slightly trembling. The forest fell quiet, save for the rustling leaves.
Chirpy fluffed her feathers, “He flew south three days ago, heading to the Southern Kingdom. But I heard he may have run into trouble with a band of mischievous pixies!”
Nibbles twitched his nose. “Those pixies are known for their tricks! If they're involved, Wisefeather might need your help, Pip!”
Determined, Pip felt a surge of bravery. This wasn’t just about rescuing his mentor—it was about proving himself.
“Let’s gather as much information as we can,” he declared, ready to embark on the next leg of his journey.
What will Pip do next?
