"Why am I not allowed to write it?!" asked the rabbit while they were flying in the air.
"It will expose us! Do you want the enemy to know about us?!"
"B-But-"
"Just write something else." Rhys looked at the struggle on the face of the rabbit. "It took many years of reading books or experience before a writer could have an idea about the content of a great book. You'll probably have another idea as we travel to various worlds or when you recover your memory."
"Right! Right!" The rabbit cheered up. A big smile appeared on his face, then he stood on Rhys' shoulder. "Kid, I admit that you are sometimes smarter than me."
Rhys chuckled, then they kept flying in the air. They rested on a cliff, then he ate food as he enjoyed the breeze and watched a forest with abundant trees. They continued to travel, then sat on a wagon that was moving toward a city.
"Thanks for the ride," said Rhys to a middle-aged man named Joseph.
