Milo watched Helga from above as she walked back into the palace. His face was deprived of it's usual look of curiosity and brilliance. Now, his face was tired and with no emotion. His eyes were dead and his mouth hung loosely in a frown. Kida was nowhere to be found.
"Helga?" he walked down the stairs, his joints fighting against him, "Helga?"
She saw him and she, too, didn't look in the best of spirits. She was paler than usual and didn't say a word to him, only looked at him sadly.
"Milo…I-I need to talk with you."
"Yes?" he asked half-heartedly.
"Please listen to me." She said and Milo looked up with alarm as he noticed the plead in her voice.
"What is it?"
She sat down and he followed, sitting across from her around the small round table. She took his arm and grasped it and looked at him.
"I went to see one of the doctors. You were wrong. I don't have water in my lungs."
"Well, that's good, right? Right?"
She shook her head, "Milo, I'm dying."
"What?"
"I'm dying. I only have a few hours left."
"What?"
"Save Atlantis, Milo and do not be afraid. Kida will help you."
"But, Helga…"
"Don't worry about me. I'm just going to rest."
"But you're so young-"
"Milo, don't make it harder. Just go. Go find a way to save this city. Do it...do it for your grandfather."
He looked down and stood, "What can I say?"
"Good-bye is enough." She smiled weakly.
He nodded, squeezed her shoulder and walked out with a tired stride.
He strolled down the corridor sadly, thinking that soon, this would all be under the sea. It's beauty would be gone. A whole civilization…vanished, murdered by nature. He looked down at the Journal, which lay on a table where he had left it. He frowned at it and felt a strange rage inside of him that made it so that he had to do something. If he didn't, he would explode. He picked up the book and hurled it at the opposite wall. The large THUD it made as it hit the wall gave him some satisfaction, but then, made his heart ache. He knew what he had to do, but not how he was going to do it.
"Kida…I have to ask you some questions now. I know it's going to be hard, but I have to do it if we're going to see tomorrow."
"I…I don't know."
"Listen to me, Kida. Breath."
"Okay. I'm alright."
"Do you remember when Atlantis went into the sea?"
"No. Yes. I-not much."
"What do you remember?"
"People…screaming…babies crying…children being taken away…being saved…they wouldn't save the older ones…mother…my mother…"
"What about her?"
"She was holding my hand…and then she…then she…it came down…" a tear ran down her face, "It came down…"
"What? What came down?" when she didn't respond, "Kida?"
"Light…white light…mother lost her grip…she tried to grab at me…she tried to grab my hand…she tried to…" her shoulders were shaking as she tried to hold the tears in and her voice shaking, "She got my bracelet…she was gone…" she started to tremble.
"Tell me what happened, Kida, tell me more."
"My father took me…in his arms…my father…" she seemed to reminisce on this.
"Kida…" he said it softly, gently, as if soothing her.
"And he took me away…he said I reached up…for my…for my mother…and he took me…somewhere…to these things…and…all I remember then was…screams…blood-curling screams…murder…people running everywhere…then it got dark…we watched from a window…it got dark…water…so much water…screams…but then…it was quiet…it was so quiet…so many lost…my mother…" she tried to hold it in, but couldn't any longer. She seemed to burst with tears and loud, painful sobs, drawing in air through each one as if she was drinking blades. Milo put his arms around her and she pounded in grief on his chest.
"Why did they have to die?" her voice muffled from tears and being pushed into his chest.
But he didn't respond. He just let her pound at his chest without even flinching. He ran a hand through her hair, but she kept sobbing.
She started to ramble on, still muffled, "I know where it is…we could find it…we could find the pods…and then we could save us…we could…we could…"
"Where are they?" he asked softly, but she didn't answer, she just continued to cry, spilling out grief she had been holding in since her mother had died.
"You don't have to be strong anymore." Milo muttered and she seemed to calm down a little.
But for now, there would be no more questions. All Milo could do was comfort her and think of a plan. And that's what he did.
A few hours later, after Kida had calmed down, she went and made the official announcement to the Atlanteans, while Milo flipped through the Journal frantically. If he looked out the window, he could see the water far off, coming right for them.
"That Journal won't help you now." He heard Kida's soft voice behind him. She took the Journal from his grasp and held onto his wrists, "Only you can save us. You did it once, now do it again. You must, Milo, you must."
He stared at her for a moment or two, then turned and looked out on Atlantis. His eyes hardened.
"I'll need some wire and…this." He pulled out Kida's father's crystal from his pocket, "And the fastest transporter you've got: Baylokh."
"What?"
"Get down to the engineers of the city and fast. Tell them you need a Bayokh at the palace NOW. Go, quick!"
She nodded and sprinted off around the corner. After he was sure she was on her way, he went to Helga.
"Helga? Helga?" he went into her bedroom, hoping there would be an answer.
"Yes?" a voice came from the bed next to the window.
Her voice was raspy now, and she seemed to be totally drained. She had turned tremendously pale, so that you could almost see her veins and she didn't have the strength to look at him, she could only stare at the ceiling. He was almost too late.
"Helga, do you still have that controller to the ship?"
"What? Milo?"
"Helga, I need that controller."
"Bag." She answered slowly.
Milo hurried to her bag and dug out the small controller.
"Helga, you just saved Atlantis." He whispered, stroked her cheek and ran out. He would have to take it from here.
A/N: Well? How am I doing? The next part will probably be the end. Anyway, tell me how I'm doing, just in case I'm sinking into bad writing. Thanks.
"Helga?" he walked down the stairs, his joints fighting against him, "Helga?"
She saw him and she, too, didn't look in the best of spirits. She was paler than usual and didn't say a word to him, only looked at him sadly.
"Milo…I-I need to talk with you."
"Yes?" he asked half-heartedly.
"Please listen to me." She said and Milo looked up with alarm as he noticed the plead in her voice.
"What is it?"
She sat down and he followed, sitting across from her around the small round table. She took his arm and grasped it and looked at him.
"I went to see one of the doctors. You were wrong. I don't have water in my lungs."
"Well, that's good, right? Right?"
She shook her head, "Milo, I'm dying."
"What?"
"I'm dying. I only have a few hours left."
"What?"
"Save Atlantis, Milo and do not be afraid. Kida will help you."
"But, Helga…"
"Don't worry about me. I'm just going to rest."
"But you're so young-"
"Milo, don't make it harder. Just go. Go find a way to save this city. Do it...do it for your grandfather."
He looked down and stood, "What can I say?"
"Good-bye is enough." She smiled weakly.
He nodded, squeezed her shoulder and walked out with a tired stride.
He strolled down the corridor sadly, thinking that soon, this would all be under the sea. It's beauty would be gone. A whole civilization…vanished, murdered by nature. He looked down at the Journal, which lay on a table where he had left it. He frowned at it and felt a strange rage inside of him that made it so that he had to do something. If he didn't, he would explode. He picked up the book and hurled it at the opposite wall. The large THUD it made as it hit the wall gave him some satisfaction, but then, made his heart ache. He knew what he had to do, but not how he was going to do it.
"Kida…I have to ask you some questions now. I know it's going to be hard, but I have to do it if we're going to see tomorrow."
"I…I don't know."
"Listen to me, Kida. Breath."
"Okay. I'm alright."
"Do you remember when Atlantis went into the sea?"
"No. Yes. I-not much."
"What do you remember?"
"People…screaming…babies crying…children being taken away…being saved…they wouldn't save the older ones…mother…my mother…"
"What about her?"
"She was holding my hand…and then she…then she…it came down…" a tear ran down her face, "It came down…"
"What? What came down?" when she didn't respond, "Kida?"
"Light…white light…mother lost her grip…she tried to grab at me…she tried to grab my hand…she tried to…" her shoulders were shaking as she tried to hold the tears in and her voice shaking, "She got my bracelet…she was gone…" she started to tremble.
"Tell me what happened, Kida, tell me more."
"My father took me…in his arms…my father…" she seemed to reminisce on this.
"Kida…" he said it softly, gently, as if soothing her.
"And he took me away…he said I reached up…for my…for my mother…and he took me…somewhere…to these things…and…all I remember then was…screams…blood-curling screams…murder…people running everywhere…then it got dark…we watched from a window…it got dark…water…so much water…screams…but then…it was quiet…it was so quiet…so many lost…my mother…" she tried to hold it in, but couldn't any longer. She seemed to burst with tears and loud, painful sobs, drawing in air through each one as if she was drinking blades. Milo put his arms around her and she pounded in grief on his chest.
"Why did they have to die?" her voice muffled from tears and being pushed into his chest.
But he didn't respond. He just let her pound at his chest without even flinching. He ran a hand through her hair, but she kept sobbing.
She started to ramble on, still muffled, "I know where it is…we could find it…we could find the pods…and then we could save us…we could…we could…"
"Where are they?" he asked softly, but she didn't answer, she just continued to cry, spilling out grief she had been holding in since her mother had died.
"You don't have to be strong anymore." Milo muttered and she seemed to calm down a little.
But for now, there would be no more questions. All Milo could do was comfort her and think of a plan. And that's what he did.
A few hours later, after Kida had calmed down, she went and made the official announcement to the Atlanteans, while Milo flipped through the Journal frantically. If he looked out the window, he could see the water far off, coming right for them.
"That Journal won't help you now." He heard Kida's soft voice behind him. She took the Journal from his grasp and held onto his wrists, "Only you can save us. You did it once, now do it again. You must, Milo, you must."
He stared at her for a moment or two, then turned and looked out on Atlantis. His eyes hardened.
"I'll need some wire and…this." He pulled out Kida's father's crystal from his pocket, "And the fastest transporter you've got: Baylokh."
"What?"
"Get down to the engineers of the city and fast. Tell them you need a Bayokh at the palace NOW. Go, quick!"
She nodded and sprinted off around the corner. After he was sure she was on her way, he went to Helga.
"Helga? Helga?" he went into her bedroom, hoping there would be an answer.
"Yes?" a voice came from the bed next to the window.
Her voice was raspy now, and she seemed to be totally drained. She had turned tremendously pale, so that you could almost see her veins and she didn't have the strength to look at him, she could only stare at the ceiling. He was almost too late.
"Helga, do you still have that controller to the ship?"
"What? Milo?"
"Helga, I need that controller."
"Bag." She answered slowly.
Milo hurried to her bag and dug out the small controller.
"Helga, you just saved Atlantis." He whispered, stroked her cheek and ran out. He would have to take it from here.
A/N: Well? How am I doing? The next part will probably be the end. Anyway, tell me how I'm doing, just in case I'm sinking into bad writing. Thanks.