"Your baby daddy is going to be so proud," Rebecca smiles. "So very proud. I wonder if it's going to be a boy or a girl . . ."
Evelyn says nothing, keeping Aeryn's head held over the bucket as they make their way out deeper into the country. Her cold hands seem to restrain the urge to puke again. But that's about it. So it is true.
Was that Orm was wanting to say that whole time? All those times his eyes would find hers and he would smile almost sadly . . . and then let his gaze drop. That the Captain raped her? Is this a lie? Is it a dream? Because for a moment there, he almost had her convinced that it was going to get better. Orm, that is.
But since the thought of Orm only makes her cry, she decides to put it far from her mind.
"You are taking me back to the city?"
"Of course sweetheart."
Rebecca insists it so it must be true, but she could swear, and this is just a hunch, that the road to the city follows the east trail and they've just pulled north. And then she looks up at the mirror. Maybe it's chance. Maybe it is the will of the gods. But past the sick stained face of a broken child, she catches Evelyn's reflection. The blue eyes and black hair flash and for a brief moment, she catches it . . . a creature that is definitely not human. A demon. Of another world . . .
Instantly the fascade drops. She catches a clawed hand not inches from her face. How could she have not noticed the rancid stench? The creature that was once Rebecca floors the pedal.
The car lurches as she grabs Evelyn, ramming her haead against the seat. Pain leaks through her arm as a claw swipes at where her head was seconds before. Heated words shouting through the metal, Rebecca tries to reach back.
Almost instinct, ripping a claw from Evelyn's hand and driving it deep into the creature's black heart. Slipping over the hand brake, the car starts rolling forward. Evelyn still not giving up. It's taking all her concentration to avoid ending up like Rebecca.
"Who are you?!" Aeryn yells at the pasty eyed monster with its jagged teeth. "What do you want with me?!" The car is still rolling forward and the landscape becomes ever blurred. "Tell me, or you'll join your friend!"
That's when the ground gives out beneath them. It's like watching then whole scene from the outside. Never has she seen herself look so enraged, her eyes are glowing beams of fire, her hands are locked on with an iron grip. The wind is wrapping around the care as the wheels leave the safety of the grass, crash into the rocks, hurtling for water. And right before they hit, Evelyn says something that is definitely not English, but that she understands nonetheless.
"That bastard will not be born . . ."
The car slams into the water. Evelyn must die. The evidence has to be buried she knows this. And it as if the water knows it too. The currents bend, the car door falls from its hinges. Evelyn is just about to come forward again but then she is snatched! Snatched and pulled into the darkness of the sea. Aeryn hurtles to the surface, to the safety of dry land.
"Don't be afraid."
"But Sigaba. . ."
"Do you trust me?"
The two robed figures drift through the murky waters amidst the temple. A glorious creation of molten lava and rock that glows in the heat of its embrace. A testimony to the powers that made it.
"But Sigaba, you told me never to come here."
The first figure removes its hood. A pale complexion with dawn eyes and a head of onyx hair, but the pupils are shaped as diamonds and the ears are decidedly elf like in nature.
"That I did Umbatu, that I did. But we must make the best use of what we have, no? We must not let injustice reign, no?"
The second figure seemed much too tall to be a child but when she removes her hood, her large innocent eyes betray her.
"No Sigaba . . . but what can we do?"
The figure casts out its hand. The orb before then starts plummeting and glowing until it's vision completely saturates the room. A golden city standing tall above the water with all the glory of the future at its finger tips.
"Mankind should not dabble in the power of the gods Umbatu. It leads to problems always, to beacons sent to the darkest corners of the cosmos. If we want to avert this injustice, we must make an example of those who seek to have this power."
"What is this city Sigaba?"
"This my child, is Atlantis."
Orm's eyes snap open just as Mera reaches for the touch pad, throat bleeding, yelling for her to stop, to turn back, before it's too late. But even before she touches it, he hears a voice rumble in the deep beneath them.
Sees the ghost of the temple laugh at hem casting the sea into shadow. A chilling siren song begins to drift up to their eyes.
"Go!" He snaps to Mera. The doors crumble and seal. They are left to hide, to weep and watch in horror as the rocks above their heads seem to melt into ash and oblivion and the sound is all consuming.
"What did you see?!" He hears Mera cry out over the rage.
With fear in his eyes, Orm answers, "We woke the gods."