Heroes of Atlantis: Legend of the Fire Dragon - The Mainland (English)
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the mainland. Stephanie woke with a fright. Something was rustling in the bushes at the edge of the beach, poking at Kaya, who lay beside her, snoring. Stephanie whisper yelled through gritted teeth, kumbaya, quiet! Something's out there. Maya's eyes flashed open and she bolted upright, grabbing her mini trident. She leapt to her feet and kicked able awake up. And Adam Boyle, crouching behind a large boulder. Hyah motioned for Stephanie to follow. You think it's the heartbeats tracking us? Stephanie questioned, eyeing the sky nervously. Kaya shook her head. They nest in the cliffs, not the bushes. This is something else from what I can tell. There's a lot of them, or it's mighty big. The forest was black and too thick to see anything but rustling bushes. Stephanie shuddered at the thought of a mass of scuttling, creepy crawlies kicking sand up as he crouched beside, Stephanie able whispered, Go check it out for whistler, Be bait and draw it out that way. I can get a good shot, you go, be bait, shush them. Then suddenly a loud horn sounded startling them. It was louder than the Atlantean battleships, foghorn, and a swarm of birds scattered from the treetops, and as quick as the rustling had begun, it ended. Whatever was there had heard the sound and raced further into the forest towards the sound, not away from it, as it was no longer a threat at least, according to Kaya, who got up, dusted herself off and strode back to the camp. Then ordered pack up. We're heading south. I'm certain we'll be at outpost one by nightfall as they turned the corner. The narrow beach opened up to a vast expanse with leagues of sand on one side, steep red cliffs created a wall slicing the beach from the rest of the forest, outstretched from the top of the cliff was a series of tiered wooden walkways butting up against the water's edge, where they connected to a primitive looking Pierre docked at the pier was a large Atlantean crusader ship. The doc was bustling with life. Atlantean soldiers marched in single file from the ship across the wooden walkway and through a gate marked outpost. one is that outpost one, kaya said confidently, with a sigh of relief. Finally, I can already taste the ale, able! Said, racing towards the dock. Kauai a wrapped her arm around Stephanie's shoulder. Okay, kid, I'm going to have a chat with Baylin, the quartermaster, and you go and get some supplies in the market. You'll need some new boots and gear and maybe even a weapon or two. Looking down at her torn up leather slippers. Stephanie had one lone toe poking through a hole and nodded in agreement. And what about my loot? You said? You'd ask Balin about it, sure, kid. After we're all stocked up will feast and I'll ask Ballin all about it. I'm sure once he sees it we won't be able to shut him up, kaya, let out a holler waved at one of the crewmen on the ship, who scowled and grumbled something to himself. She marched ahead steadfast and looked determined to leave the sand behind. Looking at the large Atlantean ship, Stephanie wondered why so many soldiers were on the mainland. Hey, kaya, Stephanie called out. Dia stopped her hurried march. What's up, kid? Stephanie nodded to the ship. Why are so many soldiers here crusades? How do you think Atlantis gets its gold gold from? Where do they bring miners too, Kaya belted out a laugh. No kid Atlantis collects tribute from the She paused. Smaller tribes and other groups on the mainland groups. Stephanie questioned. Yeah, Remember I told you about the fair, Stephanie nodded. Well, Atlantis offers a sort of protection to the tribes who agreed to pay tribute. So that's how we collect the gold. What happens to the tribes who don't need protection, Stephanie wondered, huh, kaya. Left on the mainland, they all need protection. My A stuck her foot on the first rung of the wooden ladder, Go get some grub some supplies and I'll see you tonight With that Kauai, a scrambled up the ladder and hurried across the deck to the entrance of outpost. One, shaking her head. Stephanie was getting tired of muddy answers. She thought back to the many frescoes on the walls of the citadel, especially the images of the battles with the Fae. She wondered if they too had refused the protection of Atlantis as she pulled herself up the final rung, she clambered to her feet and looked down at the sandy beach and got dizzy high above the beach. The rickety wooden walkway swayed gently in the wind. A grumbling deckhand shouldered past her, carrying a wooden crate, scolding her bitterly. Out of the way, drifter. Some of us got to work to earn our keep around here. As he trudged past her, Stephanie couldn't help but notice his bottom half was that of a goat. She stumbled back, almost stepping off the high walkway, which had no railing. The deckhand turned scowling, and the small horns on the top of his head just barely poked out of his unruly brown hair seemed to twitch, his dark, broad nose crinkled, and he spit out what you're looking at. Islander ain't never seen a seder before. Stephanie looked speechless, her mouth. A gape.