CHAPTER 3
The man kept the gun leveled at Milo's head. "Who and what are you?" he demanded. "How do you know my grandfather?" Guards armed with guns were running up to defend their comrade.
Kida gathered the near-by huntsman. Though they were out-numbered they knew they must try to rescue Milo.
"AH-nik KAH-gihn MY-loh THATCH EH seh-toat. Ah-GEHB DOO-nokh nah-GU-sohn SWEET-toap dap?" Milo cautiously inquired. Realizing his mask was still on, the linguist took it off in the same manner that one would put down a gun. He was thankful he had left his spear behind, and thus, seemed less threatening. "Sorry. I'm Milo Thatch. You're Doctor Joshua Sweet's grandson?" Only then did Milo realize that he had picked up a little of an Atlantean accent. He quickly found that armed men, all of whom had a gun pointed at Milo's head, were surrounding him.
"Milo Thatch?" asked the dark man as he stoked his short beard in thought. "You're Milo Thatch? Dad said Granddad always spoke about you."
The scouting party had quickly surrounded them, spear tips and knife blades at the back of most of the guard's necks.
"SOO-kohn-lesh KAH AHK-duhp!" cried Kida, displaying her power through her voice. "Lower your weapons!" Her gleaming knife was at the neck of Sweet's grandson while her spear was pointed at the nearest guard. Guards that were unthreatened began to point guns at the Atlanteans.
"Everyone lower your weapons," yelled Milo. "We don't need this!" Slowly, and in an untrusting manner, the two parties simultaneously put their weapons down. Daniel was the last to do so, and he disarmed himself in an untrusting manner. The huntress motioned to Pohmehroyh to go to Milo. He did so, checking him to make sure he was unhurt. The Atlanteans slowly began to remove their masks.
As the tension quickly died down, Sweet's grandson turned to Milo. He stood slightly shorter than Doctor Sweet, a moustache and beard the only hair upon his head, which spread over his face as if to hide his hidden suspicions. His garb was quite unfamiliar to Milo. The American flag patch seemed to sport two extra stars, as an example. At the Goliath's waist were various tools, rope, and a pouch for rations.
"I'm Daniel Sweet, group leader for Team 10," he said, introducing himself to Milo. He shook his hand saying, "Pleasure to meet 'ya." Milo discreetly grasped his own hand afterwards due to Daniel's crushing grip. Then he turned to Kida, who now stood close to Milo. "And your are?" His tone was strangely serious and unfriendly, his mild grin disappearing.
"My name is Kidagakash," she said, all anger in her voice having faded away. "You may call me 'Kida' if you wish." Milo noted she did not mention her rank, and took it to mean she was still uneasy around him. He realized she did not want to be held hostage as a person of significant rank. She held out her hand in the same way Sweet had to Milo, thinking that a familiar greeting would help to heal the momentary conflict. Daniel shook her hand as well, and a smile slowly and briefly appeared on his face. Milo noted this, thinking about how much he looked like his grandfather when he did so.
"Heard my grandfather spoke of you often, too." Kida smiled at that. Soon everyone, both Atlantean and expedition member, was greeting each other and introducing themselves. Daniel called out the rest of the camp, who emerged quickly at the prospect of meeting citizens of a thought-to-be- extinct civilization. Among them was a short, white-haired Latino woman, her hair only sporting a meager few streaks of black. She was at least fifty, if not older, Milo deduced.
"Hi," Milo said walking to her. "Let me guess. You're Audrey's granddaughter?"
"No, just her daughter." As if to prove it, she made a mock punch at Milo's shoulder. "I'm Ana."
Milo, though he did not believe that she looked very old, certainly did not believe she was young. Being a daughter made more sense. With some slight embarrassment, he said, "So, why are you here? Did the Smithsonian change it's mind or--"
"Si. The cousin of some so-important dead man named Harcourt--"
"Harcourt?"
Ana nodded. "We convinced his cousin to go for an expedition to see this place. We told him that we had a way to get there and proof that it exists. We showed him an artifact from there. It was a gold statuette of.something. I don't remember what. A fish or something like that."
"Well, if Harcourt's cousin is anything like he was, the gold alone probably convinced him that the expedition was worth it. Wait, Harcourt's dead? How did he die? I used to work for him, as unbelieving as he was."
"Old age, I guess."
"Old age? What year is it?"
"Well, 2001," she said as if it were obvious.
Based off the Disney Picture "Atlantis: the Lost Empire." The names "Atlantis: Rediscovery," and chreen as well as the characters Pohmehroyh, Heykohk, Ana, and Daniel are my (Rebmakash's) property. Fan fiction storyline also my property. Milo Thatch, Kidagakash, and other characters, names, concepts, and non-gibberish Atlantean are property of the Walt Disney Company.
The man kept the gun leveled at Milo's head. "Who and what are you?" he demanded. "How do you know my grandfather?" Guards armed with guns were running up to defend their comrade.
Kida gathered the near-by huntsman. Though they were out-numbered they knew they must try to rescue Milo.
"AH-nik KAH-gihn MY-loh THATCH EH seh-toat. Ah-GEHB DOO-nokh nah-GU-sohn SWEET-toap dap?" Milo cautiously inquired. Realizing his mask was still on, the linguist took it off in the same manner that one would put down a gun. He was thankful he had left his spear behind, and thus, seemed less threatening. "Sorry. I'm Milo Thatch. You're Doctor Joshua Sweet's grandson?" Only then did Milo realize that he had picked up a little of an Atlantean accent. He quickly found that armed men, all of whom had a gun pointed at Milo's head, were surrounding him.
"Milo Thatch?" asked the dark man as he stoked his short beard in thought. "You're Milo Thatch? Dad said Granddad always spoke about you."
The scouting party had quickly surrounded them, spear tips and knife blades at the back of most of the guard's necks.
"SOO-kohn-lesh KAH AHK-duhp!" cried Kida, displaying her power through her voice. "Lower your weapons!" Her gleaming knife was at the neck of Sweet's grandson while her spear was pointed at the nearest guard. Guards that were unthreatened began to point guns at the Atlanteans.
"Everyone lower your weapons," yelled Milo. "We don't need this!" Slowly, and in an untrusting manner, the two parties simultaneously put their weapons down. Daniel was the last to do so, and he disarmed himself in an untrusting manner. The huntress motioned to Pohmehroyh to go to Milo. He did so, checking him to make sure he was unhurt. The Atlanteans slowly began to remove their masks.
As the tension quickly died down, Sweet's grandson turned to Milo. He stood slightly shorter than Doctor Sweet, a moustache and beard the only hair upon his head, which spread over his face as if to hide his hidden suspicions. His garb was quite unfamiliar to Milo. The American flag patch seemed to sport two extra stars, as an example. At the Goliath's waist were various tools, rope, and a pouch for rations.
"I'm Daniel Sweet, group leader for Team 10," he said, introducing himself to Milo. He shook his hand saying, "Pleasure to meet 'ya." Milo discreetly grasped his own hand afterwards due to Daniel's crushing grip. Then he turned to Kida, who now stood close to Milo. "And your are?" His tone was strangely serious and unfriendly, his mild grin disappearing.
"My name is Kidagakash," she said, all anger in her voice having faded away. "You may call me 'Kida' if you wish." Milo noted she did not mention her rank, and took it to mean she was still uneasy around him. He realized she did not want to be held hostage as a person of significant rank. She held out her hand in the same way Sweet had to Milo, thinking that a familiar greeting would help to heal the momentary conflict. Daniel shook her hand as well, and a smile slowly and briefly appeared on his face. Milo noted this, thinking about how much he looked like his grandfather when he did so.
"Heard my grandfather spoke of you often, too." Kida smiled at that. Soon everyone, both Atlantean and expedition member, was greeting each other and introducing themselves. Daniel called out the rest of the camp, who emerged quickly at the prospect of meeting citizens of a thought-to-be- extinct civilization. Among them was a short, white-haired Latino woman, her hair only sporting a meager few streaks of black. She was at least fifty, if not older, Milo deduced.
"Hi," Milo said walking to her. "Let me guess. You're Audrey's granddaughter?"
"No, just her daughter." As if to prove it, she made a mock punch at Milo's shoulder. "I'm Ana."
Milo, though he did not believe that she looked very old, certainly did not believe she was young. Being a daughter made more sense. With some slight embarrassment, he said, "So, why are you here? Did the Smithsonian change it's mind or--"
"Si. The cousin of some so-important dead man named Harcourt--"
"Harcourt?"
Ana nodded. "We convinced his cousin to go for an expedition to see this place. We told him that we had a way to get there and proof that it exists. We showed him an artifact from there. It was a gold statuette of.something. I don't remember what. A fish or something like that."
"Well, if Harcourt's cousin is anything like he was, the gold alone probably convinced him that the expedition was worth it. Wait, Harcourt's dead? How did he die? I used to work for him, as unbelieving as he was."
"Old age, I guess."
"Old age? What year is it?"
"Well, 2001," she said as if it were obvious.
Based off the Disney Picture "Atlantis: the Lost Empire." The names "Atlantis: Rediscovery," and chreen as well as the characters Pohmehroyh, Heykohk, Ana, and Daniel are my (Rebmakash's) property. Fan fiction storyline also my property. Milo Thatch, Kidagakash, and other characters, names, concepts, and non-gibberish Atlantean are property of the Walt Disney Company.
