Locating the fairy Trauco was like finding a needle in a haystack. The Forest of Forgotten Tales was massive, a sprawling labyrinth of trees and shifting paths.
Even though I had a map, the real problem was that it wasn't real-time—it was static. Trauco could've moved anywhere by now. He might not even be in the same spot anymore.
Still, it was better than nothing.
I kept my eyes on the projected map, watching the little marker representing our buggy moving steadily forward. That, at least, was reassuring. Hopefully, nothing major would happen—like, say, running into a giant monster like last time.
I had calmed down too soon.
The moment the thought crossed my mind, an ear-piercing screech echoed from the sky.
"What was that?" I whispered, instinctively lowering my voice as if that would somehow keep the creature from noticing us. Not that it would help—our buggy wasn't exactly the most discreet mode of transportation.
