You lost the Prophecy?” said Bolt, looking at Trickshot in shock. “How? When?”
Trickshot, who stood a few feet away from Bolt, looked up at him with a sheepish expression on his face. “I-I have no idea. When that boulder knocked me out of the air, I was too focused on, well, not crashing to my death that I didn’t notice my bag or the book.”
Bolt slapped his forehead. “Great. You must have dropped it when you fell. Knew we should have just tied the bag to you.”
“Sorry,” said Trickshot, rubbing the back of his head. “I didn’t mean to lose it. I just … did.”
Bolt sighed but took a deep breath to calm himself down. “It’s fine, Trickshot. I know you didn’t lose it intentionally. But we do need to find it again. And quickly.”
Trickshot smiled in relief when Bolt said that. Bolt was happy a
