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I closed my eyes and drifted swiftly to sleep. (I was running. It was dark and raining. And the chill creeping into my bones. I don’t remember what I was running from. Just that I had to keep going. I couldn’t stop. Suddenly I hit something hard. Owe. I opened my eyes and saw it was a chest. A very hairy one. With a very large tattoo. I scrunched my brows in confusion and looked up. And there he was. Atlas. Peering down at me with those blue eyes of his. “You know you can’t run from me little one. I’ll always catch you” he says as he picks me up bridal style. While the rain poured down on us. Still looking into his eyes the scene shifted.

The castle was falling, each and every brick was trembling and destined to fall, the pillars were leaning towards the king as if waiting for falling at him. Sam instantly picked her body up and ran towards the exit, from wherever he ran past, the building collapsed behind them, giving them a smooth exit to leave the treacherous place of greed and lust. There was a constant smile on Murph's face, a peace that she found, at last, a triumph in love and friendship, satisfying every relation, bring peace and harmony to the world, by paying her soul off. Completing her real "JOURNEY TO ELYSIUM", where the heroes live thereafter.

Anyone else would have been lost. With no hope of finding Jack, I almost turned around to save myself and Nugget-until the silhouette of Midnight rearing in the distance caught my attention. If I'd had a camera, the picture could have won awards. He was a beast, massive yet graceful. The flames were too close, and the stallion was unhappy, even though he was steadfast and diligently working at Jack's command.

His smile only graced me as he stared. “We have to go back now,” Thalamere pointed back to the row with his parents, the King and Queen of Atlantis. “Kiss him good.” Alyssa kissed my cheek while I giggled watching them meet their friends Manta and Scurry on the seats that were far too large for them.

Every word he had spoken seemed to hold a deeper significance. Suddenly, I sat up. Could it be...? The more I thought about it, the more peculiar it seemed. Atlas's itinerary was usually a well-guarded secret, even from me. Yet this time, everyone seemed to know about his trip to Jitador. It was as if he had intentionally made it public. The more I pondered, the less I could sleep. Even when I managed to fall asleep, nightmares haunted me. Atlas trapped in a car, covered in blood, calling my name in anguish. I woke up trembling.

Scottie does not say anything, just flies them to the Bermuda triangle, or atleast close by with the current situation there, after landing close to it, they both came down and went on with Thier diving suit and all, after wearing it they both dived into the triangle and disappeared , swimming in the encountered Atlantis gate which opens on his own to allow them in, landing on the ground everywhere is dry and they gate closed and it looked like it closed on the water, Scott that has never been to Atlantis was literally shocked , Gemini though just removed her diving gear and moved towards the palace with everyone looking at her. When she got to the palace , she met with an empty throne but b

“Can I come with you?” He looks down at me, his eyes softening as he reaches up to cup my cheek sending instant jolts of pleasure through me, “I would like that.” He says. He hands me the pouch, then quickly he’s back on all fours as he shifts into Atlas. Atlas drops low to the ground, and I don’t hesitate to climb on his back this time. As Atlas trots towards the packhouse I glance back and all I see is scorched earth and a few obliterated trees. So this is what happens when the God of Gods makes supernatural beings. Remind me never to piss this guy off.

“Tell me, what’s going on?” Atlas looked away, dodging to avoid saying the truth. Instead of answering, Atlas pulled away and started grabbing things. Jacob’s travel bag, clothes from the chair, stuffing everything inside the bag with shaking hands. “You need to leave this village tonight,” Atlas said hoarsely. “Take the southern road. Don’t tell anyone where you’re going. Just go.” Jacob stared at him, in disbelief. He crossed the room and grabbed Atlas’s wrist, stopping him. “Atlas, stop!”

I’d been told we were almost to the circus where we’d have a place to regroup, but when Atlas started to pull over and I couldn’t see any buildings, I had a feeling that wasn’t exactly the case. Atlas turned in his seat and glanced at Amy. “Can you help, or do I need to plan on killing the border watch team up ahead?” My eyes widened. “I’m sorry. What?” “No Man’s Land is split up over here,” Amy answered as she continued her stare down with Atlas. “To get to the circus, we have to travel through a smaller section of Earth and Emerald for a brief time.” “And how are we going to do that without drawing attention?” I asked rapidly. “What if my coven has reported that I’m a runaway and they try

Tired and hungry, they press on, desperate to put the ruins of Atlantis behind them. The journey feels like a race against time, with Tritan's heart pounding with each stroke they make. The vast expanse of the abyss lies before them, and the darkness seems unending. Yet, Tritan knows that they must keep going, trusting in their bond and unity to face whatever challenges lie ahead. Their synchronized movements and unyielding determination carry them through the desolate ruins. With each passing moment, the faint glow of the waystick continues to guide them, like a beacon in the dark, providing a sense of hope and direction.