The Lost Island ( COMPLETED!!! )

~Chapter 8~

It was a very startling experience for me. There were more giants, but were they being controlled? I had to figure out what was going on, and not the hard way of doing things.

     Jack was busy helping Mark clean his wound at a nearby spring. The water from the waterfall stained red as it passed the bloody wound. Rishka had filled her flask with the gloriously clear water, before it became stained with blood. She saw a hole behind the waterfall and trekked towards it. Within the waterfall, she saw another shelter. Which meant another entry for the journal, or another persons findings. She went towards the shelter and picked up the pages strewn on the desk. It was the missing pages.

My name is Tim Wilford. We are still continuing our journey. Three of our men were killed by a ravenous hunter, and we shot it dead. Giants apparently can't be harmed by mere guns, bows, and swords as we've learned, but other giants and cannons seem to work. The attack happened miles back, and we were chased here. There seems to be more than just giants and dinosaurs on this island.

It seems that these once gentle beasts are being controlled but by what is what we're wondering. We found a note back where we were attacked that read, "they betrayed us." In Latin. We were confused, but the murals here explained it all...

The rest was smudged out, and the other page just had written "I hope we make it out alive."

Highly doubt they made it, or everyone thought they were crazy. Rishka thought. It was rather shorter than the last note, but informative. She walked out of the shelter, and made a new torch. There was a mural of giants attacking a castle and small villages on the wall. She read the scripture aloud.

     "They stormed our castle one day, they pillaged our villages. They destroyed the architecture we built for them. They sent us to the mainland. We lost everything, to be overthrown by an immortal King."

She felt something watching her and turned around. She screamed then retreated to the shelter. Jack and Mark had been watching her, his arm wrapped in cloth. She groaned with annoyance. They were just like puppies; they followed her everywhere!

     "Don't scare me!" Rishka said. "You almost gave me a heart attack!"

     Jack reached in and grabbed Rishka carefully. By now she was used to them holding and grabbing her. Mark rubbed his bandaged wound. His sleeve was clean off, and was probably used as the bandage for the wound. The two giants continued on to another structure like the one the had just left. Mark continued on in, as if it was a new area. However, Jack and Rishka stayed outside. Rishka got worried, what if the sorcerer attacked Mark? He was already injured, by a hunter younger than Jack.

     Mark roared, and Jack whined. He ran towards the source then stopped abruptly. Rishka didn't have a tight enough grip on the linen shirt and was flung down with Mark. The sorcerer was back. Rishka looked around, there were no cages to save her.