Sigurd, who thought he could save his family with his compass, got sad and angry. Why didn’t the fairy give him the compass earlier? At least he could save his mother before it got too late. He set off into the woods following the compass.
Sigurd knew these woods better than himself, because he grew up in them, but something was strange. Something was wrong. He could not tell what. He continued to walk. Suddenly, a tree crashesd in front of him, and he dropped the compass. Sigurd got scared, not because of the tree but from the compass. He was worried that it had broken. He picked up the compass and looked at it. The compass was not pointing the same direction anymore; it was pointing somewhere else, but where?
To be continued…