Approach the mass of thorns.

Keeping a steady pace with the horse, you manage to make your way down the winding path into the wind-swept valley within an hour. The wall of thorns got larger and larger as you close in on the castle town. Soon, the thorns become too thick to continue on horseback. You get off the horse and put your hands on your hips, staring at the path through the bramble.

"I'm beginning to wish I had chosen a different book." You sigh.

"We have to wake the Princess no matter what." Doe chides you. "Otherwise, this world will be thrown into eternal chaos where no one will ever be happy again."

"Yeah, yeah. What I want to know is, what about the prince who rescues her in the story? Where is he?" Suddenly, your horse lets out a loud neigh and stamps his feet. You turn and follow its eyes. Deep in the thorns was a skeleton, hanging from one of the sharp spikes. A crimson cloak was still wrapped around the bone neck, with a gold clasp that had an engraving of a crown. "Ah. Prince Phillip, I presume." You say, your throat going dry.

"See what happens when the ending is torn violently from these books?" Doe asked, flying by his side. "Things get all messed up."

"I don't like this one bit. But I don't really have choice, do I?" You take a deep breath and look into the thorns. You could try and follow the path, or break out and try and find a direct shortcut. Or you could try and climb to the top of the thorns and run across the tops of the massive plants.