Storm Thief
My sequel to Storm Thief
Chapter One
Rail, Moa, and the rest of Kilatas had been traveling the seas for days on end with no food and only the dirty water to quench their thirsts. Rail and Moa had been suffering from heat exhaustion for quite some time now. They lived day by day with the constant threat of death. Kittiwake gave all her heart and soul into attempting to rescue her entire city.
Rail wakens complaining that he is tired of being tired. He focuses his gaze upon the horizon and sees nothing other than land. Is this real? Or more likely than not a mirage? Nope! Rail and Kilatas had faced their struggles and had finally arrived at dry land.
Rail shook Moa fiercely, "Moa! Moa! We're here! We're here! We have finally broken free of Orokos! No more Bane! No more CHAOS!"
Moa awoke in startle, "Wha … What!?!"
"Moa we made it! Orokos is gone! We're free!" Rail exclaimed.
The boat approached the small island. It laid in the middle of nowhere, a perfect circle, and one hundred miles in diameter. It had the vision of a quiet peaceful refuge, but what lies inside is even more chaotic than that of Orokos. In the jungle mass of trees and vines lie a small nature trice, bent upon the savage death of any trespassers.
Vago crawled the dirt ground in suspicion of his surroundings. Vago had already run into the strange tribe that inhabits the island. With his encounter Vago had escaped the rope trap and cauldron of boiling water. He had no idea that his only friends were about to enter the island. Not only the island, but the danger of the isolated island.
The group pulled up to the sandy beach not expecting the greeting they would get. The tribe had sensed the presence of their visitors. They were at the beach. "Ungra meketa punta," the tribe chanted repeatedly. Kilatas being unfamiliar with the language assumed that this phrase was their greeting. But soon the team of survivors was in a claustrophobic cage awaiting their death.
In came the sprinting golem. Wide eyed and open mouthed stood Rail, Moa, and the rest of Kittiwake. Vago nearly wiped out half the trice attempting to free the small amount of prisoners. The cage was destroyed by Vago's sharp claws letting the prisoners escape and leaving the tribal peoples in awe.