Stories and Dreams
Hi everyone! Well, this is my FIRST Atlantis fanfic, so BE EASY! (True Story...)
Well anyway - Atlantis and all its characters are copyright Disney (but Crystal is mine!)
On with the show!
(One-shot!)
Stories and Dreams
"Maatem!"
The young woman woke in her bed. She decided to ignore this call.
"Maatem!"
The woman groaned. Her husband was fast asleep. She got out of bed, donned her bathrobe, and decided to check on her daughter. This was the third time in a week she had woken them up.
"What's the matter, baby?" she asked as she entered her daughter's room. "I had another nightmare!" the five year old shivered under her covers. "Oh, Crystal," the woman sighed. "Would you like me to tell you a story, then?"
The girl peeked from under the covers. "Yes, please!" she said in a breath.
"All right then, " Crystal's mother laughed softly. "Which story do you want?" "The one about the scholar!" Crystal snuggled up to her mother.
"OK, here goes," Crystal's mother began her story.
"Once, on the surface, there was a great scholar. He had been shunned because he wanted to find Atlantis, and his people thought Atlantis was a myth. But a friend of his grandpa's finananced ---" the woman was cut short by her daughter. "What is - 'financed'?" she asked.
"'Financed' means to give mony for something," the woman explained. "Oh," said Crystal.
"Anyway," the young woman went on, "the scholar and his team had to face a lot of dangers in coming here. But they got here. The king did not allow them to stay, because he knew they wanted the Great Crystal which keeps us alive. And he was right. The leader of the team stole the crystal, and planned to escape. By this time, the Crystal had Called the Princess to it. But the brave scholar went after the leader, got the Crystal, saved the Princess and Atlantis! He fell in love with..." the young woman looked at her daughter, only to find she was fast asleep. She kissed Crystal. "Sweet dreams, kimana," she whispered.
She softly closed the door of her daughter's room, and went towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. She suddenly heard a voice behind her.
"Kida?"
She turend around to find her husband, a thin man with owl glasses, rubbing his eyes. "Milo!" Kida gasped. "You almost gave me a heart attack!" Milo grinned. "Story-time again, was it?"
"Your'e getting up NEXT time." Kida drank the water.
As they walked towards the bedroom, Milo asked Kida, "Which story did you tell her this time?"
Kida had only one word to say.
"Ours."