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. None the wiser,
he shrugged and marched forward, content that he could
clearly see the trail of Meadow and Starglow.
Deeper in the forest, the trail divided in two. Gorath
stopped and studied both paths. When he saw fresh tracks
on the one that angled to the left, he rubbed his sweaty
palms together and licked his lips. "It won't be long now,"
he said. He started to follow the path to the left. But
suddenly a strong gust of wind knocked him off balance
and pushed him toward the other path.
He tightened his fingers around his sword and looked
about suspiciously. All seemed calm. Was the forest
playing tricks with him?
Looking in all directions, Gorath stealthily moved
toward the path to the left. But he never made it. A second,
much stronger gust of wind came howling and twisting
toward him. It nearly lifted the big man off the ground.
Before Gorath knew what hit him, he was being blown at
great speed down the path to the right. Because his legs
were thick as tree trunks and rubbed together whenever he
moved, it was difficult for him to stay on his feet. But each
time he fell, the wind swept him up and forced him to
continue.
The wind ceased as quickly as it had begun, leaving
Gorath sprawled on the ground with his boots twisted
together
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