Sara in Atlantis

Entering another world of magical mysticism, it was just like Alice going down the rabbit hole.

Sara fell head-first into land of Atlantis that was under the cruel reign of Poseidon. She was a girl on a mission, a simple mission in a world she knew nothing about and didn't know who she could trust. Stumbling through the world of water-fairies, mermaids and pirate ghosts, she discovers magic isn't all she thought it'd be...

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14. Further Wonders of Pixie Sand

Chapter Fourteen

She couldn't quite believe or accept that her parents hadn't noticed her absence for over a week. Hadn't they noticed she hadn't left the waters?

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she threw off her borrowed clothes and took out a white t-shirt and denim shorts from the small wardrobe that was typical in most hotel rooms. She stepped into the shower and scrubbed her skin raw, attempting to rid herself from the fishy, salty scent she'd gained in the sea. Rinsing sand out of her ears and scrubbing it from her scalp; she realized she had been more welcome in a world that should be impossible for her to live in than in her real world.

Once dry and dressed she decided to go downstairs and see if her parents had any odd reactions at all.

The pool seemed relatively empty for a change, just a few people here and there. Her parents were easy to spot, it was quite impossible to miss her father's large red belly or her mothers outrageous sunglasses and hats.

"Hi mama, hi baba," she said in a small voice, hardly daring to look into their eyes, to acknowledge their indifference, their utter neglect and passiveness.

"Hello, Sara dear!" her father beamed as he tried to pull her into the water playfully.

"How are you today?" she said as she backed a few steps from the pool side.

"Great! You missed breakfast, you slept so late!" her mother replied taking her sunglasses off in slight concern.

"I'm fine, just stayed up late... reading," she lied, quite shocked at what she was hearing.

But I wasn't here yesterday! She thought in confusion.

Suddenly, she felt something in her hair.

"Shhh! Don't react," a smooth voice like silver against silver whispered in her ear.

Sara's eyes grew large as she smiled at her parents and ran to a secluded garden behind the pool area.

"Nachel! What are you doing here?" Sara exclaimed, helping the fairy get her wings untangled from her wet hair.

"I had to help you with your parents, of course! Besides, I get to spend a year above water, and I wanted to spend it with you! Some magical beings can't get messages to a human directly so I'll be like your secretary!" Nachel smiled, fluttering her silver wings around prettily.

"Why would anyone have a message for me?" Sara inquired, suddenly scared.

"Oh, don't worry. Some need your bravery and skills in missions. Besides, its not everyday a human can thrive in our world!"

Sara broke into a grin, forgetting her momentary dilemma.

"You mean I'll witness more magic?"

"Oh, yes! You'll also travel to more lands, fight more creatures and meet new lunatics!" Nachel said playfully.

"Not sure about the lunatics, but I'm in!"

"Oh, and your parents... I dosed them with pixie sand so that they would forget your absence. Those police-people would have gotten involved if I hadn't. I also dosed the maids on your floor and a lifeguard, a Doberman and an old lady..." the little fairy looked away shyly, blushing like a kid who got caught stealing sweets.

"Wow, you're an epic water-sprite," Sara burst out laughing, suddenly completely relieved that her parents hadn't forgotten her existence.

"Well, just don't tell Brahmaba that I used up so much pixie sand. He'll suspect that I smuggled more than I'm allowed..."

So that's why she is embarrassed! Sara giggled to herself.

"Your secret is safe with me, secretary," Sara winked at her new companion, leading her to her room.


Four Months Later

Sara looked up from her final exam. It was geography, her least favourite subject.

Nachel had been whispering answers in her ear but she couldn't bring herself to cheat.

Of course a fairy who rarely leaves the sea knows more about rice cultivation than I do... She moaned internally.

She glanced at the clock and noticed that she'd only answered two questions in the entire forty minutes. With just ten minutes to go, she threw caution to the wind and started using Nachel's answers, guilt pilling inside her.

Oh, do shut up, conscience! It's the final exam.

Once at home, she threw herself onto her bed after making sure Nachel was no longer behind her right ear where she liked to hang out.

"First day of the holidays tomorrow, looking forwards to going to Iceland for the first time?" she asked her best friend.

Nachel jumped up and down on Sara stomach making Sara groan.

"Yes, yes, yes!" the fairy cheered in glee.

"Well you better make some warm clothes. You have enough silk and gossamer?"

"Yes, but I already have my bag packed!"

Sara rolled her eyes. "Of course you do..."

They laughed together for a while, Sara telling Nachel about the whale-sighting in Iceland when suddenly they heard a sound of distant calling and then pecking at the window.

Confused, they looked out the window and noticed a seagull. Not just any seagull... A seagull Sara had befriended when she had spent time with Stuart.

At the memory of Stuart, she felt a slight twang of pain in her chest but ignored it as she fumbled with the window handle, letting the sea bird in.

"Humphrey!" Nachel cried as she hugged the panting bird. He was at least a few inches taller and several wider.

"Hello dear Nachel! Nice to meet you again, Miss Sara," the seagull turned to Sara bowing slightly.

Sara was touched by the charming greeting, ever since her deeds in Atlantis it seemed animals respected her more.

"You flew to Liverpool?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

"Ah, yes. We seagulls like to fly far from our homes rather often, but rarely this far. I'm here as a messenger on a mission. Though I do feel like a mindless pigeon doing this, you're too important for pigeon work. Anyways, my message is from the pirates. They want you to join them on an adventure. They need to travel through time, they need you and your watch and cuff. Something about preventing the death of a princess in the Land above Clouds to prevent evil reign and there was something about a book..." the seagull looked very confused.

Perhaps this job is better suited for a pigeon after all... Sara made doubly sure not to say that out loud.

"When and where?" Sara asked, noticing Nachel was weighing out pixie sand. This seemed more important than the small missions she had received now and then. Those involved rescuing bunnies from hunter traps (which she successfully petitioned against in her area) and preventing dogs from being put down. The biggest task she had done was when she had unveiled an art thief. He had three extremely high profile paintings and two original books in his possession, not to mention an original manuscript of an Arthur Conan Doyle book. It had made her laugh that it had taken a Sherlock Holmes' styled mission to recover a book by the inventor of Sherlock Holmes. Apparently one of the paintings was important to fairy culture, not that the police who congratulated her with wide eyes knew that.

"They know you're going to Iceland, a not so quiet fairy let that slip, and they're going to pick you up from the roof of your hotel at midnight on the third day of your stay."

The seagull bowed again and flew out to start his long trip home.

That night, as she gazed at the glowing winter moon, Sara could hardly wait for another adventure to start.




A/N: So it is over... for now. I've decided on maybe writing one of more stories. There are just so many possibilities I can't bear to let them go to waste. Hope you enjoyed and yes this is complete for the time being. Wish me luck in the Wattys and have a good one!

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