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Chapter 3
Jedadiah had searched around the whole museum and asked some people if they had seen Sam. No one had.
"I'm sorry Octavia. I just can't find him," Jedadiah said.
"Oh Jed I'm worried. What if he is lying hurt some where? Or worse.." Octavia said.
"Hey now. Don't talk like that," Jedadiah said hugging her, "we will find him. We will. And we will find him alive. I've got Larry, Teddy, Sacagwea and the pharaoh keeping eyes out for him. So calm down."
Octavia couldn't calm down, she tried, but she just couldn't. Though she gave Jedidiah a smile, "Alright."
"Everything will be alright," Jedidiah said, though he was lying to Octavia, and himself.
Meanwhile Sam opened his eyes, it was dark, only a single candle provided light. 'Where am I?' Sam thought. His thoart was so dry he couldn't talk.Then he noticed his ankles and hands were tied behind him.
He was too weak to try to break free.
"It is no use, you're not getting out," a voice said in the darkness.
Sam squinted against the blackness to see who it was.
"Who's there?" Sam asked.
"An old enemy," the voice said.
Soon a figure stepped into the light and Sam's eyes widen when he saw who it was.
"Cassius," Sam said.
"In the flesh," Cassius said.
Trying to break free now that he saw the man he despised, he noticed something was wrong. His body was unnaturally numb. Sam collapsed to the ground breathing heavily, after two minutes of trying to break free, while Cassius watched laughing.
"As you have most likely noticed, you are numb, weak, and ready to go into your inner minds darkness," Cassius stated grinning.
"Wha-wha-...what did...you do...to me?" Sam asked barely getting the words out.
"I gave you a posion that I found to be very useful...You see as you grow weaker, then sooner or later pass out, your memories of everything, and I mean everything, and...everyone, will vanish. You'll remember nothing."
Taking it all in, all he could do was breath and pray that he did not pass out.
But it was no good. Soon Sam passed out.
Cassius laughed evily.
"I knew it wouldn't be long until he passed out," Cassius said evily.
Cassius left the Aztec exhibit and went back to Rome. Meanwhile eleven year old Huetzin, a local Aztec boy, came walking to the cave where Sam, laid unconscious. Looking inside for no aparent reason he saw the candle. Walking in apprehensively, Huetzin looked around and saw Sam. Gasping he bent down and looked Sam over to see if he was alright. Sam needed help, and fast! Running into the Aztec village he called for help.
"Help! Help! Please! There is a man in a cave hurt!" Huetzin yelled.
A crowd gathered, Quilaztli, a local noble man came. "Where is he?"
"In the cave," the boy replied. "Here! I'll take you to him!"
With that Huetzin, Quilaztli, and a few other men came following, till they came to the cave. Huetzin lead them to Sam's limp body.
As the young man came around, he had the worst headache. He started to rub his temples.
"Ohhhh...what happened?" he asked himself.
"We were hoping you could tell us," a voice said.
Sam opened his eyes and saw people with tribal markings and barley any clothing on.
"Where am I?" Sam asked.
The group of Aztec people looked at each other warily.
Then returned their attention to Sam. "You are in MesoAmerica, in the presence of Aztec people. Who are you?" Quilaztli said.
"I'm, I'm...I, well. Who am I?" Sam said, wondering who he was.
"Well if we knew who you were, we would not be asking you who you are." One of them stated, "Do you know what happened to you?"
Sam shook his head, "I have no memory of anything."
"Nothing?" one of the men asked.
"No I don't remember a thing," Sam said.
"Well that is a problem," one of them said.
"What are we going to do now?" asked another one.
Quilaztli looked thoughtfully at Sam, he had potential, he could see that.
"We will make him one of us," Quilaztli stated.
"What?!" Everyone said at the same time.
Helping Sam stand up, "Your new name shall be Atonal."
Thinking this through, "Nice name," Sam, or now called Atonal said.
It has been two weeks. No one has seen Sam. And Octavius is still the same.
"Oh Jedadiah I'm so worried. No one has seen Sam in two weeks and my father hasn't changed at all," Octavia said.
"Now Octavia everything will be alright," Jedadiah said.
"How do you know?" Octavia asked.
Jedidiah hesitated, for he himself was unsure what was going on. Octavia saw the fear in Jed, with that she walked away, not saying a word.
"Are you okay Octavia?" a voice asked.
Looking around she found Marcel.
Smiling, "Y...yes," Octavia replied.
"Really? You don't look it," Marcel said.
"Well I'm just worried," Octavia said.
"About Sam and Octavius?" Marcel asked.
"Yes," Octavia said.
"Don't worry. Everything will be alright," Marcel said.
"You know that is exactly what Jedadiah just said to me. And when I asked how he knew, he didn't answer. Now what are you going to say?" Octavia said.
"Well to tell you the truth, I'm unsure, what I can say to convince you. Though I know your father, is very strong, and can make it through almost anything...even a coma. Then when concerning your husband, well he loves you too much to leave you."
Once he finished, he saw the tears streaming down Octavia's cheek's.
Holding her, "It will be alright, Octavia."
Octavia felt awkward in Marcel's arms, but...After a moment or two she was grateful to be with him.
Hugging him, she whispered in his ear, "Thank you, Marcel."
After Octavia pulled away, she found Marcel staring in her eyes.
Before she could stop him, he kissed her.
Octavia pulled away.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Trying to make you feel better," Marcel said.
"Well that didn't help," Octavia replied.
Marcel flushed, "I-I-I...I am so sorry." Giving her a sheepish grin, "I
new at...comforting."
Chuckling, "It is alright, Marcel."
Moving a lock of Octavia's hair out of her face, Marcel gazed into her
eyes once again.
"Sam is a lucky man, to have you," Marcel stated, brushing his hand against her cheek.
As he did that Octavia did not stop him, his touch made her body
tingle, feel warm, and her heart felt whole again. This frightened Octavia, but in a way made her feel...reassured. That someone was there. Marcel, was there. That was most likely the cause for her actions Octavia pressed her lips against Marcel's, and he kissed her back,
passionately. Once they stopped to catch their breath, Marcel hugged her, and she hugged him back.
He whispered in her ear, "What was that?"
Looking into his eyes, she said breathlessly, "Healing." For was a
healing for her, a healing from the loss.