(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/7_wonders_colossus_of_rhodes_wallpaper-by_miguelcoimbra_zps4633b39e.jpg)<br/><br/>The sun-kissed port of Seahurst, wealthy hub of trade, unmatched naval power, and centre of arts and culture, glittered in the sun like the perfect pearl lying in the middle of the oyster of the world. Welcoming and awing new arrivals, the great statue, the Colossus, straddled the sea-gate of the city, one foot on each of the two massive seawalls that had protected its harbor since time immemorial. The everburning beacon in the Colossus's hand was shining as brightly today as it had for a thousand years. Never going out, it was said that the flame was fueled by the life force of Seahurst herself, and as long as the city stood, the light would continue to guide her sons and daughters home.<br/><br/>The<em>Whaleroad Runner</em>was one of many ships that passed underneath the Colossus's shadow this day, carrying a load of cargo for trade and several passengers traveling to Seahurst. As the ship passed through the gap between the seawalls, a glance up would let any newcomer know that the Colossus was as well-endowed down there - or up there, given the current point of view - as he was well-proportioned everywhere else. The ship docked at the docks without incident, and passengers and cargo alike were hustled ashore to make way for the next load of incoming wares leaving the city.<br/><br/>Nobody on the busy docks, not the bare-chested sailors, not the sinewy porters, not the harried harbor officials, paid heed to the newcomers, as visitors and immigrants were both common in Seahurst. But if they had known who one of the new arrivals was, they might have been less apathetic. Who was she? Why was she here? What did she hope to accomplish? Only she herself knew.