I readjusted my seating position, mentally cursing both the quality of the mare beneath me, as well as Anoa, for daring to take my stallion. I should have known that all of the table horses in Northern Atlantis would be the same. It was one of the many things that were so prominently different between their Kingdom and mine.
If I had to sun up Northern Atlantis in three words, I would have to choose equality, religion, and freedom. Those three things were the key fundamental values that they ensured their people respected. They never caused havoc, although they weren’t exactly the most civilised group of people either. During the trade season—the very same trade season that was only mere weeks away—they didn’t bother to go to the mainland, or make so much as the slightest of efforts to t
