Follow Flipr and the owl Silas on an exciting adventure in the middle of a storm. Will they find the gilded compass in time? Read the magical story here.
Flipr clung to a dark tree root, as the ground beneath him rose towards the sky. Around him, black walls of clouds whirled at a frantic pace, but here the air was completely still. The single tree on the floating island of earth didn't sway an inch. He looked down into the abyss, where lightning drew maps across the landscape far below him.
"If we fall now, we'll turn to dust before we hit the bottom," Flipr shouted to his partner, Silas the owl, who sat frozen on a branch.
Silas shook his head. "We won't fall. The island is held up by the storm's own power. But we need to find the compass now!"
Flipr agilely leaped over a deep crack in the ground. In the middle of the tree trunk, an old iron box was wedged between the bark. He braced his feet against it and pulled with all his might. The box didn't budge an inch.
"Help me instead of staring at the weather, Silas!" Flipr hissed, wiping sweat from his brow. "The storm is contracting. In two minutes, this will be the most dangerous place on the map."
Silas flew down and dug his talons into the edge of the box. Together they braced themselves until the tree gave way with a jolt. Flipr landed hard but held the box to his chest. Inside lay the gilded compass, its needle pointing directly to the next clue on the horizon.
"Hold onto my legs, Flipr!" Silas cried, spreading his enormous wings. "We're diving right through the wall now!"
Flipr grabbed on and felt the rush as they plunged from the edge. The storm roared around them, but the compass in his paw lit the way forward into the unknown. They were no longer hunted; now they were the ones controlling the expedition.