Disclaimer: I do not own Atlantis or I wouldn't be writing Fanfiction : )
A man with dark hair sprints past, sandals stirring the fallen leaves at his feet. Towering trees cast an ominous gloom upon the surroundings of the forest where the running man was the only movement visible in the fading light of a dying sun.
The scenes came in flashes, linked together randomly in one continuous stream.
A heavy panting could be heard above all else with the steady thump of foot pounding earth. The rest of the world lay silent, waiting, watching.
The man was Jason but there did not seem to be anything chasing him. Like a lion hunting its prey, the rest of the land was still and the darkness was creeping.
She lifted her head to the heavens not looking at anything but seeing everything. More flashes.
A woman's scream broke the night air. A scared man with a dagger pressed against the walls of a hallway. An arrow hitting flesh with a body hitting the floor.
The sky in flames and lightening followed by the thundering boom of Olympus.
The Oracle has spoken.