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The Healing of the Angels Part 3
It fell down on the stones of Atlantis with force. Big fat drops that hurt when they hit your skin. Despite the pain they must have been in most of the citizens had not transported back to their cozy homes and raging fireplaces. They stood crowded in the city square staring up at the angry clouds and falling rain in utter shock and confusion.
Folken stood with his arms outstretched watching the water roll off his arms in trails. In all the time he had been in Atlantis it had never rained even ONCE. Why did it start now?
All of a sudden Naria was beside him tugging anxiously on his shirt. He looked at her. Her hair was stuck to her neck in soaked tangles and the look on her face clearly told him she thought this rain was worse than death, and she was saving him from it. She certainly wasn't enjoying herself. He fought down a laugh.
"Let's go," Folken said as he hugged her shielding her partially from the rain. Suddenly they were in his small study where a fire was already going strong in a large fireplace.
"Oh Folken you're back!" Eriya jumped from her chair by the fire and hugged him too, ignoring the fact that he was wet, looking concerned.
"It was only rain. You're overreacting."
Eriya started pulling him toward the fire while Naria gave her a dirty look. "It never rained before. I liked it that way," Naria said in a sullen tone that bordered on a whine.
Finally managing to pull Folken to the chair and force him to sit down, Eriya started pulling his shirt over his head. Realizing that resistance was futile he lifted his arms over his head. Naria gave her twin an even dirtier look and bumped her aside.
"You should go get Folken-sama some clean clothes I'll handle this," Naria said smiling pleasantly. Eriya bared her teeth but followed the command vowing to do something awful to Naria later.
She came back with a blue shirt and loose black pants. Folken stood up in a hurry.
"I think I can handle the rest." When he got out of sight he sighed with relief. He had managed to get out with his pants still on. He made a note to himself to go out in the rain the next time he was in the mood.
* * *
"How could we have caused it? Rain is a force that no one can control," the cold feminine voice sounded again around the large oval table shrouded in darkness.
"Our activities go against the randomness that life is supposed to hold. Because we are trying to force things to go the way we want Atlantis is protesting. The rain is how Atlantis chose to do it," the calculating male voice answered her as before in his calm soothing tone. She was not soothed, however.
"You make it sound like Atlantis is alive," she spat.
"In a sense it is. Luckily not alive enough to interfere with us."
"Speaking of interference what of the unknown element? Have you found a way to get rid of Dilandau?" asked an old male voice, with a commanding tone.
"I never said I would get rid of him. I've found a way to incorporate him into our plans."
* * *
To be continued.
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The Healing of the Angels Part 3
It fell down on the stones of Atlantis with force. Big fat drops that hurt when they hit your skin. Despite the pain they must have been in most of the citizens had not transported back to their cozy homes and raging fireplaces. They stood crowded in the city square staring up at the angry clouds and falling rain in utter shock and confusion.
Folken stood with his arms outstretched watching the water roll off his arms in trails. In all the time he had been in Atlantis it had never rained even ONCE. Why did it start now?
All of a sudden Naria was beside him tugging anxiously on his shirt. He looked at her. Her hair was stuck to her neck in soaked tangles and the look on her face clearly told him she thought this rain was worse than death, and she was saving him from it. She certainly wasn't enjoying herself. He fought down a laugh.
"Let's go," Folken said as he hugged her shielding her partially from the rain. Suddenly they were in his small study where a fire was already going strong in a large fireplace.
"Oh Folken you're back!" Eriya jumped from her chair by the fire and hugged him too, ignoring the fact that he was wet, looking concerned.
"It was only rain. You're overreacting."
Eriya started pulling him toward the fire while Naria gave her a dirty look. "It never rained before. I liked it that way," Naria said in a sullen tone that bordered on a whine.
Finally managing to pull Folken to the chair and force him to sit down, Eriya started pulling his shirt over his head. Realizing that resistance was futile he lifted his arms over his head. Naria gave her twin an even dirtier look and bumped her aside.
"You should go get Folken-sama some clean clothes I'll handle this," Naria said smiling pleasantly. Eriya bared her teeth but followed the command vowing to do something awful to Naria later.
She came back with a blue shirt and loose black pants. Folken stood up in a hurry.
"I think I can handle the rest." When he got out of sight he sighed with relief. He had managed to get out with his pants still on. He made a note to himself to go out in the rain the next time he was in the mood.
* * *
"How could we have caused it? Rain is a force that no one can control," the cold feminine voice sounded again around the large oval table shrouded in darkness.
"Our activities go against the randomness that life is supposed to hold. Because we are trying to force things to go the way we want Atlantis is protesting. The rain is how Atlantis chose to do it," the calculating male voice answered her as before in his calm soothing tone. She was not soothed, however.
"You make it sound like Atlantis is alive," she spat.
"In a sense it is. Luckily not alive enough to interfere with us."
"Speaking of interference what of the unknown element? Have you found a way to get rid of Dilandau?" asked an old male voice, with a commanding tone.
"I never said I would get rid of him. I've found a way to incorporate him into our plans."
* * *
To be continued.
Author's Note: Please take a few seconds out of your "busy" schedule (seeing as how you have the time to sit at your computer and read fanfiction) to donate a review or two to a starving author.
Save the authors: Donate reviews. (*pictures of emaciated teenager sitting at her computer typing madly and crying silently, face smudged with dirt, in the middle of a broken down building in some third world country*) It's only a few minutes a month. Donate your reviews now.
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