An Illusion Come to Life

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Amelia- Tan, long brown hair, seablue eyes, tall, medium build.

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He was going to perform an illusion for the crowd, make a girl, his friend Sophie appear. As he pulled the sheet away and there were two girls he knew something went very wrong. The stunned look on the girl's face told Criss that she was just as surprised as he was. The show came to an abrupt stop and the girl was taken away by security. Criss went over to where she was being kept. She did not look happy at all about the way she was being treated.

"I can assure that I have no idea who this Mr. Angel is, nor do I want to ruin his show. I was perfectly happy walking down the street and now I'm here! Where is here?"

"You are in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. On a cruise ship. I'm Criss by the way."

"Mr. Angel, I demand that you return me to my previous location."

"I'm not sure how you got to your current location, but I'm sure we can get you back to where you came from. Where are you from?"

"Dolphina City."

"Never heard of it. Where is that exactly?"

"On the Western Shore."

"California?"

"No Dolphina City."

"No the state of California?"

"I have never heard of California. There is Eastern Shore, Western Shore and Middle Country. We do not have states."

"So you are not from the United States?"

"No."

"Then where are you from?"

"I think I have already said too much. I shall not answer any more of your questions."

"Criss, we are going to have her put into custody until she can be arrested when we dock."

"You are going to arrest me for kidnapping me?"

"I'll take responsibility for her." Criss jumped in. He would be furious if he was in her position. He was starting to feel very responsible for this girl's problems. "I'm Criss." He held out his hand to shake.

"Amelia." She shook Criss' hand. "Now, how are you going to get me home?"

Amelia and Criss walked around on the deck of the ship. "So where are you from?"

"Around." She waved her hand in the air.

"Around?"

"You are going to think that I'm crazy."

"You appeared out of thin air. People would think that's crazy, so we are already in crazy territory."

Amelia smiled. "A world within a world. I'm a child of Atlantis."

"Ok and crazy just went a little further."

"See I told you."

"Ok....Atlantis. What's it like?"

"Lots of water. We all live on the shores." She looked around. "Our boats are much smaller. Look, I just want to go back home. Please?"

"Amelia, I'm not sure how you got here."

"Just do your trick in reverse and send me back."

"I've done that illusion thousands of times and I don't have random people popping up. I'm not sure reversing the illusion is the answer."

"SEND ME BACK!" Amelia yelled. The table they were passing shifted and crashed against the wall.

"What was that?"

"An Atlantean getting angry. Do you want to see really angry?"

They walked back to where the illusion was performed and to Amelia's distress she was not sent back home. "Criss, send me back, please. I will not survive here."

"What do you mean you won't survive here?" Criss asked looking concerned. After all somehow he brought her onto this ship.

"There have been people who left and they never came back."

"That doesn't mean they are dead. They may be here."

"I can never go home can I?" A tear slid down Amelia's cheek. "I just want to go home!"

"I will do whatever I can to get you home, but we are both tired. It's 2 am. Let's go get some sleep and we can work on getting you back again tomorrow."

Amelia looked out at the vast ocean."I'm afraid I will never see my home again." She then followed Criss off the deck.

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Please R&R, it's been a very long time since I have sat down to write something, so if it's bad I'm not going to keep it going.