*Disclaimer – I still don't own Atlantis or any who sail within her. This is all for fun*
Where we left off:
"With a quick nod, John rolled over and made himself more comfortable amid the tattered sheet, suddenly tired in the warm room. Injuries tended and a fire at his back, John found himself quickly drifting off to sleep"
And now back to our story.
Life in the mines was slowly eating away at John's sanity.
It just didn't make any sense. Why hadn't his team come for them? Had they been captured? Killed? Had they left him here to die? Did they think he was already dead?
Although life underground, coupled with the amount of time he was getting to spend involuntarily unconscious, was definitely messing with his internal clock, he knew he had now been stuck in the mines for days, if not weeks. He knew, his own damned moral codes and "stupidly heroic tendencies" as Carson called them, what he wouldn't give to have the angry Scot yelling at him again, were making his time in the mines harder but he couldn't help himself
How was he expected to just stand, or sit if Nelea had any say in the matter, idly by while living, breathing innocents like the little prison girl, Timeus, or Nelea herself suffered unjustly, their lives condemned to short anonymity below the surface. John winced remembering the faces which had already disappeared in his short time as a prisoner and felt a pang as he recalled a fellow minor, a man, no a boy of perhaps 15, named Lathan who had been beaten three shifts earlier. Nelea had sadly informed him just 30 minutes prior that he had succumbed to his injuries.
Curling into the corner of Nelea's cave John rested his head on his knees, wary of the injuries he was steadily accumulating and began to think back on all that had occurred since his arrest. Trying to determine where things had begun to go so wrong and how to start changing their luck.
Author's note – Please don't hit me. I'm sorry I've been away but life's been crazy. I beg your forgiveness. I moved, started school, started a new relationship, and began putting my past in the past. Not a lot of time for writing sadly. Also I'm truly torn on where this story should go. I've been running ideas past my friends and frankly they're no help as they think each idea is interesting. So, I'm going to attempt to start writing again between papers. If you have any feedback please feel free to share. Believe me it helps and may help me figure out which direction this story should take. Thanks for you patience.
River