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21. Daydreamers
"This isn't working!" I yell, frustrated. The air around me heats and turns red.
"Grimm, calm down!" Puck says, waving away the red dust.
"I am calm," I repeat to myself over and over, trying to make it true. "I am calm…"
"Thank you, Ms. Grimm," Merlin says, wiping off the red dust from his face. "Let us now try to procure a method of travel."
"I just want to get away from here as fast as possible," I whisper to Puck. "I know that; my brain knows that; what more do I have to think?"
"Hey!" he says, opening his eyes and looking at me. "I just remembered something."
"What?" I ask.
"My dad has an ocean liner," Puck smiles proudly, but then frowns. "Had…"
"Yeah," I pat his back, consoling him. "Do you know where it is, and how to work it?"
"Yeah," he grins again, pulling away from me and running towards the Hans Christian Anderson statue.
"Merlin," I call.
"I know, Ms. Grimm. I am coming," he stands and follows me to the statue.
"Knock, knock!" Puck says, grabbing my arm as I touch Merlin's shoulder. "Welcome to Faerie."
"Again," I remind him, letting go.
"This is the first time I remember actually getting here," he shrugs. "This way."
We follow Puck to the royal gates.
"Okay, I have a question," I say, as we see the ship.
"Shoot," Puck and I fly onboard. Merlin levitates himself on to the deck.
"We're under Central Park, so how are we going to get to the ocean?" I ask.
"Technically, we're not under Central Park as much as we're in a magical city inside NYC," Puck answers, ordering his minions to take care of the boat. "We can get anywhere from here. It's like a second skin of the city, just under the surface where humans can't see. Wizard, where exactly is Atlantis?"
"Surely you can guess," Merlin says. "Where is the only place that such a city could have stayed hidden when it needs water to float?"
"Antarctica," I answer, suddenly realizing it. Sure, it is a continent, but there was enough ice around it for it to have been a place for Atlantis.
"Yes," Merlin smiles. "I am sure that one of your ancestors had been there. You would not be an Alteran had he, or she, not."
"I don't know how much ice this can go through," Puck says nervously.
"Once we get close enough, Merlin will have something," I say hopefully.
"Perhaps," he says, as if mentally making note of all of his 'Magic.'
"Well, the pixies will get us there. Another plus is that we'll get there quickly," Puck says.
"Good," I say. "Now, I'm going to sleep. Puck, where can I find a room?"
"C'mon," he says, taking me below deck. "It's like a cruise ship; there's plenty of rooms. It'll still take a while, so I'll sleep in the captain's room," he points to a cabin. "Do you want the one across the hall?"
"Yeah," I smile. "Thank you."
"Whatever, Grimm. I save your sorry behind enough, you could at least sleep well," he rolls his eyes.
"Jerk," I punch his shoulder. "Good night."
"It's three in the afternoon," he reminds me.
"Shut up," I yawn and close the door. I stretch out on the bed and concentrate on not being sick. Eventually, I fall asleep.
"Grimm, we're there!" Puck calls through the cabin door.
"How'd we get there so fast?" I ask.
"Merlin's magic," Puck answers, opening the door. "It's cold. Do you have a jacket?"
"Not really," I say pulling my blanket up around me. "I'll be fine."
"C'mon," Puck said, leading me towards his room. "I still have some clothes."
"Okay," I say, pulling on a sweatshirt. "Thanks."
"No prob," Puck shrugs, grabbing one of his own sweatshirts. For some reason, they fit him, even though he hadn't been on this ship since he was 11 in human years. Must have to do with the Magic... "I have jackets too. Something about cold ocean breeze."
"You don't have to roll your eyes."
"My mother is over five thousand years old, and still worried about me like a child," his eyes narrow in anger. "I am over 4,000 years old!"
"All moms are like that," I remind him. "We should be grateful. We'd freeze our wings off if we didn't have the jackets."
"Blah, blah, blah," he shrugs, zipping the ski jacket.
"Ms. Grimm," Merlin calls impatiently.
"Coming, Merlin," I say.
"It seems Atlantis anticipated our arrival," he stretches his arm out towards the horizon.
"It's beautiful," I gasp, looking at the floating city.
"It's a big boat," Puck shrugs.
"Puck!" I exclaim. "It's gorgeous! And just think about the possibilities it offers! All of the Alterans' knowledge?"
"They died out for a reason. They're not that smart," he argues.
"Yeah," I shrug. "But still."
"Let us go inside. Ms. Grimm, we may not have much time. As you get closer to the magnetic poles, and to Atlantis, your condition may worsen," Merlin says. "I have just the thing to 'zap' us there. Ms. Grimm?"
Unfortunately for me, Merlin had spoken the moment too soon. I had almost fainted again. Puck managed to catch me before I hit the deck.
"Thanks," I mumble.
"Yeah," he half-smiles hesitantly. "You better? What's wrong?"
"I don't know. My wings aren't hurting. My head… I don't know. It's really weird. I kinda remember… history."
"You remember history?" Puck raises an eyebrow mockingly.
"Shut up. I thought you cared," I mutter angrily.
"Grimm, watch your emotions. Remember what happened last time," he warns me. "I don't want to be attacked by ice or sea animals."
"I'm sorry," I say. "What's Merlin doing?"
The wizard was waving a wand, or at least what looked like one.
"Wizard," Puck calls out. "How much longer? She won't be able to walk far."
"I don't know if I'll be able to walk at all," I whisper to Puck.
"My work is almost complete," Merlin yells over his shoulder.
He was standing on the very edge of the cruise liner, waving his wand at the ice. Then, the ice turned a fiery yellow and melted a tunnel straight to the floating city… to Atlantis.
"Alterans, here we come," Puck says under his breath, helping me towards the tunnel.
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