Chapter 4
Helping
Derek sat beside the road, resting. His next destination was the city of Cytra–a few miles farther south. It had become harder and harder to avoid places where someone would possibly recognize him.
He turned to the gray horse grazing nearby and stroked its neck. "We might have to cross into the Boundary Mountains if this keeps up much longer, Star."
The horse snorted and shook his mane. Star didn't have much of an opinion as to where his master took him, so long as the place had grass to eat.
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The haven at Cytra was desperately in need of help. None of the citizens seemed interested in the message of hope offered to them. So it was a surprise to the knights there when several people came up to them asking questions about the Prince.
"It's amazing!" one had said. "If only more people would become interested and actually listen to His story."
But someone was listening to them speak. The cloaked figure slipped away from the haven and mingled with the people in the street. He went to tell them about the Prince.