AN: I do not own Atlantis or any of its cannon characters. I only own my OC and original storyline. Everything else is the property of the BBC. As always reviews are most welcome, both positive and (polite) critique. Thank you
Furies Passion
It is the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion
—Rebecca West
Prologue
The sun had only just started to send the first faint streaks across the sky and Atlantis was beginning to wake to another day. Guard Patrols were changing shifts, as shepherds were ushering flocks through the gates to spend the day in the lush grazing lands on the western slopes of the mountains. Famers driving carts piled high with all the bounty of the outlying farmlands jostled for space on the main thoroughfares along with merchants and vendors of all sorts who were hurrying to and fro, eager to get to the open air markets dotted throughout the great city in preparation for another day of sales. The cities bakers had been up before dawn, ovens in full swing in preparation for the morning's rush of customers in the agora's. In one of the many residential districts branching off the Canopic Way, Alek was making her way home from a neighborhood well, lugging a large clay jug filled with sweet cold water. She ignored the occasional odd look of her fellow passersby, who wondered at the beautiful young woman dressed as a noble but doing manual labor. Indeed the pale frosted pink of her tunic and dark maroon leggings would have looked perfectly at home in the royal palace. Especially as they were pair with the elaborate braid that kept her long chocolate brown hair contained, the tip of which brushed her hips as it swung to and fro as she walked. At the top of the steps to the home she shared with Jason and his two friends, she paused to watch the fiery ball of the sun, as it climbed out of the distant sea and rose slowly to peak over the highest point of the city's main temple dedicated to Poseidon. It had been nearly three years since she'd arrived in Atlantis, two and a half years since her and Jason's actions had nearly destroyed the city, and six months since she'd moved (for the second time) into the house with Jason and his friends, and many things had changed in that time. For starters, Jason had come mostly clean with his friends about where he and Alek came from, at least in as much as he and Alek had agreed was safe. While they felt it was unwise to mention that they had come from the future, they agreed to tell their friends as much about their pasts and their native England as they could. Hercules of course had been harder to convince than Pythagoras, but once the mathematician had come around the burly wrestler had reluctantly followed suit. Jason had also eventually been forced to confess to Alek about his dealings with Ariadne, which hadn't gone nearly as well. Alek frowned as her thoughts wondered back to the events that had almost led to the cities destruction...