A/N: Somebody tell me, did I spell souveniers right?
Disclaimer: I don't own the concept of the parrot-lizard. That belongs to Rebmakash. I didn't make up the name Relacuas, Anna (msanna@mac.com) did.
CHAPTER THREE
Two days later, Voldemort and 20 followers in various shapes were swimming back up to the waves. Resurfacing, he ordered them to Apparate back to the chamber.
"Bloody hell! That damned lobster!" Apparently, the dark wizard had discovered the Leviathan. "Killed off half of our forces! Why wouldn't our spells work on it? WHY?"
Pacing, he shouted orders. "Team one, research Atlantis more thoroughly! Team two, make me some underwater brooms!"
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"Your Majesties!" Relacuas, the royal advisor, rushed up to Milo and Kida on their thrones. "There's been a report of an attack on the Leviathan!"
Kida, being in charge of defense, was instantly alert. "When?"
"Just this morning, but whoever it was, they've retreated."
"Anything else we should know, Relacuas?" Milo asked.
"They used magic, but, obviously, it didn't work."
"Magic? Who has magic outside of Atlantis?" the king mused, scratching his head.
"Could it have been Rourke?" inquired Kidagakash, "Or a friend of his?"
"Possibly." Milo turned to the advisor. "Set up some photocrystals in that area. If they attack again, we can see who it is."
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"Excellent work, Barnes," Voldemort commented. "This map is exactly what we need for our next attack."
"Thank you, Lord," the dark-skinned man replied. "It was hard to find."
"How exactly did you get this?"
"I snuck into a Muggle's house with my Invisibility Cloak."
"Wonderful...Barnes, you may go. WORMTAIL!"
The small man poked his head in the doorway as Phillip Barnes left the evil lord's office. "Yes, Master?"
"Tell the minions that Atlantis is NOT underwater!"
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Preston B. Whitmore was taking his morning walk. It was raining cats and dogs outside today, so he walked along the halls of his mansion instead of on the sidewalks.
The pointy-haired billionaire soon found himself in a large room devoted entirely to Atlantis. Mail arrived by parrot-lizard every few months, and sometimes Milo and Kida would bring souveniers when they visited. This was where he kept all of it, the whole ball of wax.
Whitmore liked to look at a map of the lost empire and try to guess where they were right now.
"Donnelly's dingbats! Where's the map?"
Disclaimer: I don't own the concept of the parrot-lizard. That belongs to Rebmakash. I didn't make up the name Relacuas, Anna (msanna@mac.com) did.
CHAPTER THREE
Two days later, Voldemort and 20 followers in various shapes were swimming back up to the waves. Resurfacing, he ordered them to Apparate back to the chamber.
"Bloody hell! That damned lobster!" Apparently, the dark wizard had discovered the Leviathan. "Killed off half of our forces! Why wouldn't our spells work on it? WHY?"
Pacing, he shouted orders. "Team one, research Atlantis more thoroughly! Team two, make me some underwater brooms!"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Your Majesties!" Relacuas, the royal advisor, rushed up to Milo and Kida on their thrones. "There's been a report of an attack on the Leviathan!"
Kida, being in charge of defense, was instantly alert. "When?"
"Just this morning, but whoever it was, they've retreated."
"Anything else we should know, Relacuas?" Milo asked.
"They used magic, but, obviously, it didn't work."
"Magic? Who has magic outside of Atlantis?" the king mused, scratching his head.
"Could it have been Rourke?" inquired Kidagakash, "Or a friend of his?"
"Possibly." Milo turned to the advisor. "Set up some photocrystals in that area. If they attack again, we can see who it is."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Excellent work, Barnes," Voldemort commented. "This map is exactly what we need for our next attack."
"Thank you, Lord," the dark-skinned man replied. "It was hard to find."
"How exactly did you get this?"
"I snuck into a Muggle's house with my Invisibility Cloak."
"Wonderful...Barnes, you may go. WORMTAIL!"
The small man poked his head in the doorway as Phillip Barnes left the evil lord's office. "Yes, Master?"
"Tell the minions that Atlantis is NOT underwater!"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ MEANWHILE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Preston B. Whitmore was taking his morning walk. It was raining cats and dogs outside today, so he walked along the halls of his mansion instead of on the sidewalks.
The pointy-haired billionaire soon found himself in a large room devoted entirely to Atlantis. Mail arrived by parrot-lizard every few months, and sometimes Milo and Kida would bring souveniers when they visited. This was where he kept all of it, the whole ball of wax.
Whitmore liked to look at a map of the lost empire and try to guess where they were right now.
"Donnelly's dingbats! Where's the map?"
