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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6. The Wight

Chapter Six

The moment he released her she spun around to see her assailant's face. She stepped back and yelped in shock -- a man with an impossibly handsome but scarred face was gazing at her with a sad expression; he had a crippled leg and intense grey eyes. His dark hair looked wet and matted his forehead. His simple white shirt had three parallel slashes that were blood soaked and his funeral black pants just made him look more forlorn. There was something exceedingly eerie about his presence but every second she spent around him made her heart grow heavy with pain and melancholia.

"What are you?" she gasped in complete awe and horror.

"I am a telegnosis and an inventor; or rather I like to be when I'm not reminded of my curse. My name is Stuart Wayne Roster. And you are?" he replied in a hoarse voice that sounded like a sad song.

"I'm Sara, I don't know what I'm doing here but who were those people who stepped out the chest and why do they talk and dress like that?" Sara inquired after deciding he was safe.

"Those are pirates who stole time and were trapped in that chest as a punishment for their acts. They also want to announce a war on Poseidon who will in turn claim war on humanity. Those pirates are ghosts; they seek revenge on everyone in association with the king for being trapped on Earth. They dress that way because they are sea and air pirates, they sail and fly their ship between worlds and lands or rather they used to. I rescued you because they'd have thought you were an enemy spy."

"Are you telling me they stole time? How can you steal time?"

"They stole the single pocket watch that can control time. It's the key to the time machine."

Sara stared. Was she in fact talking to a madman? Science had taught her a lot and one of the things was that time travel was, quite frankly, impossible for many reasons.

"Are you pulling my leg?"

"I promise I am not in any way joking, I haven't joked in centuries. Time travel exists, ghosts are real, and magic isn't an illusion. Forget everything you are told to believe, believe what you see."

"Wait, did you say that a war that'll end humanity will happen because I opened that chest?" Sara's eyes grew wide and her face turned green, she felt sick to her stomach.

"Don't worry, I told you I'm a telegnosis, I've foreseen that the war will be won by the good people, I am never wrong," he attempted a half-hearted smile.

Sara didn't know what to think. She just blinked, overcome with emotion, shock and her mind was flooded with images of battle and blood and death. Tears poured out of her large dark eyes. Stuart looked shocked and disturbed with her sudden tears and led her towards a large crystalline tower in the centre of the courtyard.

Once inside, he sat her on a pearly toadstool and gave her a mug full to the brim with a golden liquid.

"Drink, you'll feel much better," he implored.

"Th-thank y-you," she hiccoughed between sobs.

He sat several feet away from her, watching the young girl with slight distress and awe.

She took a few shaky sips from her drink to find it was strangely bittersweet. A tingling feeling of warmth spread through her body and improved her mood. She wiped her tears away and finished the drink.

"Thank you so much, I needed that. Is this your home?"

"Yes, it's the only nice thing about my prison."

Sara didn't hear the last part. She suddenly realized that the room was dry, absolutely no water had penetrated.

"How is it dry?" she questioned.

"You have so many questions for such a little one. Someone who once meant a great deal to me cast an enchantment that protects this house from water. It's nice to be dry for a while."

"You have a witch for a friend?!"


"What happened?"

"You really are inquisitive, I'll give you that," he chuckled his voice sounding like musical rain on vinyl.

"Why do you sound like that?" Sara pressed on.

He frowned. "Everything you see in me is the curse. I was turned into a Wight by an evil gypsy witch in 1634 A.D for not being able to return her love. She decided that because she couldn't have my love then I couldn't have anyone else's. Now, she has made it that I'm spellbound to this place, I can't move within a mile of this tower in any direction and I'm cursed to feel the pain of her knives for eternity, she gave me these cuts. I also have the curse of falling in love with every female that I talk with. My curse is to never have freedom, to always suffer, and to never be loved; I'm stuck with being a living corpse. What more do you want to know?" Now he had tears glittering in his silvery eyes, blood seeped out of his chest anew.

Sara jumped back in horror.

"It bleeds every time I talk about it. The whole scene of her cutting through my skin replays every time so I can feel the pain again."

"That's horrible! How can she do that? It's crude! Utterly vile! How can you break the curse?" burst out Sara with a look of incredulity and distaste.

"By convincing a female to stay with me and make her fall in love with me as I do her."

"Oh, hasn't anyone loved you?" Sara asked tentatively, testing the waters.

"Two. Neither could stay."

"I am so sorry. I wish I could help but I need to go home. I'm too young. I just can't..."

He looked crestfallen and sadder than ever but he nodded, "I know. I haven't seen a female in decades. It's so unfortunate isn't it? Could you stay a while and keep me company? It's just I've been so lonely, and so depressed. I wish I could take my own life to end it but I'm already half-dead, an animated corpse. Nothing I try works. Please stay even a while," he pleaded, reaching out for her hand.

Sara held his hand and squeezed it. It was so cold and thin. She just couldn't imagine how horrible his situation was, feeling all that pain. Death did seem a much preferable fate. He isn't even allowed that small mercy, Sara wept internally for him.

"I'll stay. Maybe you can tell me about what you do here?"


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