"Indeed, Mr. Garrick," says Rose, a serious look on her face. The golden orb floats through the water, drawing their bubble toward it to a shrine on the outskirts of Atlantis ... a stone, coral-covered temple in the shadow of the lost city.
"There," says Rose, her tone of voice clearly disbelieving things would be as easy as that. "The amulet is there, in the shrine where it was placed centuries ago."
But even as she speaks, the waters darken, and a shadow looms over the city.
Above them, a ghastly visage ... a woman in a white veil, her hand extended toward them ... long, gnarled fingernals adorning withered fingers.
"You reach from the past to prevent my future says an icy voice that seems to cut through the water. Fate is mine. You will not take him from me.
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Date: 2007-03-29 03:07 pm (UTC)"There," says Rose, her tone of voice clearly disbelieving things would be as easy as that. "The amulet is there, in the shrine where it was placed centuries ago."
But even as she speaks, the waters darken, and a shadow looms over the city.
Above them, a ghastly visage ... a woman in a white veil, her hand extended toward them ... long, gnarled fingernals adorning withered fingers.
"You reach from the past to prevent my future says an icy voice that seems to cut through the water. Fate is mine. You will not take him from me.