He looked up nervously, scanning the Darkness for any signs of dragons, while he waited for the rest of the group to catch up to him. “Which way?” he asked. King Arik rotated while holding the Sword of Heavens. He frowned and shook his head. “Take the trail to the right.” “We have been over that trail before,” complained Pioti. “More than once, in fact.” “I can only tell you what the Sword of Heavens tells me,” shrugged the king. “We have been around this mountain several times already,” interjected Eltar. “The Sword of Heavens must be wrong.” “And a new day will be starting fairly soon,” added Prince Garong. “We should retire back to the forest and try it again tomorrow.” “I suppose we should,” sighed King Arik. “How many days must we walk the same paths before we find out what we are doing wrong in this search?”
