A/N: This is my first Lost World fanfic. I've only been watching it for
about a month, so I don't know the entire history of the show, especially a
lot of the third season stuff about the Protector of the Plateau and all of
that. So, I'm just going to make up anything I don't know, so please
excuse any inaccuracies. Hopefully, I'll still be able to make this a good
fic. It takes place at the cliffhanger of Season Three. Please R/R and
let me know how I'm doing. Btw, I'm a big Ned/Veronica fan, so look for a
romance there. And I promise I won't neglect the M/R pairing.
I disclaim-I don't own these characters.
The four explorers found themselves in great peril. Marguerite Krux stared at the knife that was being raised above her chest, knowing that she was about to become a human sacrifice in an ancient Druid land. "ROXTON!" she screamed wildly. In the Amazon jungle, Conquistadors had captured Lord John Roxton. He closed his eyes, thought of Marguerite, and braced himself for a fate that was not meant for him, but for a distant ancestor. In New Amazonia, armed men in land rovers were in hot pursuit of Finn, and the gunshots they were firing told Finn that they would not take her alive. As she dodged through the jungle, she thought of her Plateau family-the people who had tried to save her from this doom. In a strange technologically ruled future, Professor George Edward Challenger watched helplessly as a scalpel was lowered to his forehead. "I'm sorry, Jessie," he thought, "I guess I won't be making it home after all." And to all of these lives in danger, we must add one more. At a gallows in London, Edward Malone stood on a platform with a rope around his neck, about to be hung for the murders of the other members of the Challenger Expedition. Among the people gathered to watch was Gladys, who was sobbing softly. But Malone's thoughts and regrets were not with. They were in a faraway land that nobody here believed existed. They were with Veronica. "I wanted to make you proud, Veronica. I finally found myself out there, and now I'll never have a chance to show you that I'm worthy of you. I will always love you."
In the tree house, Veronica was surrounded by light. Her palm was burning from the talisman in her hand, but she refused to let it go. "Mother, is this what I'm supposed to do? Am I saving the Plateau, or destroying it?"
Veronica felt a piercing pain in her heart. She knew her friends were near death. No, not her friends-her family. She had to save them. She felt helpless, but her heart filled with love and determination. She opened her mouth to plead with her mother once again, but instead of the words she meant to say, words of a strange tongue flowed from her lips. "Ente Vide Lithos Nostram" Veronica didn't know what she was saying-she had never heard this language before. But she knew in her heart she was doing what she was meant to. She kept chanting that phrase over and over again. The amulet grew hotter, but the burning sensation seemed to subside. Veronica was now bathed in a light so bright that she had to close her eyes tightly as she repeated the words. "Ente Vide Lithos Nostram" "Ente Vide Lithos Nostram"
Suddenly, darkness overtook the Plateau.
I disclaim-I don't own these characters.
The four explorers found themselves in great peril. Marguerite Krux stared at the knife that was being raised above her chest, knowing that she was about to become a human sacrifice in an ancient Druid land. "ROXTON!" she screamed wildly. In the Amazon jungle, Conquistadors had captured Lord John Roxton. He closed his eyes, thought of Marguerite, and braced himself for a fate that was not meant for him, but for a distant ancestor. In New Amazonia, armed men in land rovers were in hot pursuit of Finn, and the gunshots they were firing told Finn that they would not take her alive. As she dodged through the jungle, she thought of her Plateau family-the people who had tried to save her from this doom. In a strange technologically ruled future, Professor George Edward Challenger watched helplessly as a scalpel was lowered to his forehead. "I'm sorry, Jessie," he thought, "I guess I won't be making it home after all." And to all of these lives in danger, we must add one more. At a gallows in London, Edward Malone stood on a platform with a rope around his neck, about to be hung for the murders of the other members of the Challenger Expedition. Among the people gathered to watch was Gladys, who was sobbing softly. But Malone's thoughts and regrets were not with. They were in a faraway land that nobody here believed existed. They were with Veronica. "I wanted to make you proud, Veronica. I finally found myself out there, and now I'll never have a chance to show you that I'm worthy of you. I will always love you."
In the tree house, Veronica was surrounded by light. Her palm was burning from the talisman in her hand, but she refused to let it go. "Mother, is this what I'm supposed to do? Am I saving the Plateau, or destroying it?"
Veronica felt a piercing pain in her heart. She knew her friends were near death. No, not her friends-her family. She had to save them. She felt helpless, but her heart filled with love and determination. She opened her mouth to plead with her mother once again, but instead of the words she meant to say, words of a strange tongue flowed from her lips. "Ente Vide Lithos Nostram" Veronica didn't know what she was saying-she had never heard this language before. But she knew in her heart she was doing what she was meant to. She kept chanting that phrase over and over again. The amulet grew hotter, but the burning sensation seemed to subside. Veronica was now bathed in a light so bright that she had to close her eyes tightly as she repeated the words. "Ente Vide Lithos Nostram" "Ente Vide Lithos Nostram"
Suddenly, darkness overtook the Plateau.