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THE BLUE FEATHER
close enough for Jonathan to use his Alpine Micro longbow. All
the practice had made Jonathan an excellent shot. The
Gigantoraptor took a direct hit, and immediately went into a
death spiral “AARRUUUUUUGHHHhhhh!”
The sound grew weaker and weaker as it descended, finally
crashing into the tops of some immense Dawn Redwood trees.
“Good shot, Jonathan!” Ronú shouted.
“Look over there,” Bardala said, pointing to the northeast,
“there’s a freshwater stream down there. Head for the coast
where it empties into the ocean. That’s where we should camp.”
“That’s a good place,” Tital said, while moving toward a flattopped hill on the coast, “we will have to defend in only one
direction.”
When they landed, it only took thirty minutes to set up camp,
and have a campfire ready to heat up some food for the hungry
crew.
“This is a beautiful world. Just look at the ocean, the white
clouds, and it looks just like...home,” Bardala said to Tital, not
realizing until too late that Viviana and Jonathan had overheard
her. She realized that they must be missing their parents. She
looked towards them apologetically.
Jonathan immediately said, “Sis, we are okay, and our parents
will be okay. Don’t worry so much! We have important work to
do here. Tital, you tell her; we are not babies anymore. We have
to clear this island of all beasts that might kill the horses. We
need to get started, right Viv?” he said, slurping on his Minute
Maid Strawberry juice.
“He’s right,” Viviana told her big sister, “we need to complete
this work. I killed several Gigantoraptors back there, and we are
going to have to kill a lot more of them before this island is horse