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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2. The Sea-Witch and Pearls

Chapter Two

The sea-witch had orange eyes the size of clams, writhing sea-serpents for hair, and a torn, strong, metallic emerald tail. Her face was terrifying being somewhat human-like in resemblance, except for the purplish tint of her leathery skin. She had green scaly arms and the upper-body of a woman. She wore a top of bronze scales and a necklace of what appeared to be human teeth and toe bones. There was a chill omitting from her that was so cold you'd believe she'd teleported Sara to Siberia.

Now, if it had been anyone else, they would have exited that cave swimming so fast you'd think the royal hounds were chasing them, (or rather in this case at least a shark) but it wasn't someone else. Sara was a brave young Arabian who was frazzled by very little. She faced the creature and asked, "Who are you and what do you call this place?"

"First you tell me your name and race, little one," the sea-witch replied in a slow and eerie voice that sounded as icy as the water in the cave, bubbles of a grey tint flowing out of her disgustingly white mouth. Sara caught a glimpse of jagged green and gold teeth surrounding her forked purple tongue that she stuck out to lick her chin with every few seconds giving off the idea that she had a twitch.

"I refuse to give you my name seeing as you are a complete stranger to me and I am likely weaker and younger than you are so therefore I have more to fear, but I will tell you that I am a human girl. Is this place magical?" Sara replied with firmness to her words, hoping her fear wasn't apparent.

"What is magical? This place just is." The witch replied.

Sara stared in confusion. What could that possibly mean? Then she remembered something she had read in a philosophy book about things appearing one way to a group of people and another way to a different people. For example, this witch had only lived in and seen this world of hers and might practice magic every day so it is normal to her, but completely foreign and whimsical to Sara who hadn't witnessed this before. Surely the witch would think cars, planes, trains, sky-scrapers and jungles magical seeing as she had never seen them.

"Would you like to attend a royal mermaid ball?" the witch asked with a horrible smile.

Sara nodded eagerly, forgetting her fear, "I would like that more than anything in the world!"

The witch cackled and suddenly there was a cloud of icy black smoke filling the cave and when it cleared, the witch was gone. Sara saw there was an opal plaque on the velvet chair. It read:

Sara Mubarak,

You are hereby invited to the royal ball and festivities on this evening of mid-summer to celebrate the summer solstice with all the important creatures of the deep.

Formal dress wear required.

Sara gasped at the sight of the beautiful golden letters. Who had placed it there? How had they known her name? Suddenly, the clown fish that had swum down the tunnel reappeared, grabbed a large pink pearl from an iron chain of pearls hanging from the ceiling, muttering about missing crown jewels.

"Oh anemones and clam shells! How his majesty's fury and wrath shall be grand. Oh how I shall be punished!" the poor fish moaned.

"Maybe I can help?" Sara asked tentatively, making her presence known to the wretch.

"You wouldn't happen to have a secret stash of two thousand gold and amber pearls now would you?" the clown fish inquired, hardly sparing her a glance.

"Umm, I believe not," Sara raised an eyebrow in astonishment.

Pearls cost an arm and a leg, or so her mother had once said. "How much would two thousand gold pearls cost? A battlefield or two," Sara muttered incredulously. Now, she had pictures of men gathering bloody legs to exchange for jewels running through her mind. She shook her head slightly. What a dreadful thought! How bloody and crude, she shuddered before noticing that the clown fish had disappeared again. A large emerald pearl was denting the velvet frayed chair; it had most certainly not been there before. She grabbed it before rushing down the passageway at the back of the cave, guessing that was where everyone seemed to disappear to.

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