Continuation of Portal to Atlantis part 1

"Town," I said, confused by the mention of the word. "We're on an island," I corrected him, "and do you have some cinnamon tea. I would prefer that over lavender."

"What town are we in," he repeated, changing his tone into a more commanding one.

"As I said, we're on an islan-" I stopped myself as now it made sense why he was asking. He isn't from Earth, so he doesn't know about the technology that we have here, and this island is basically a representation of human innovation. "You ever heard of earth," I nervously asked him. He paused and closed his eyes as though he was thinking. "Um... Rose."

"Shut up, I'm concentrating," he quickly shot back. What's up with him, I thought. I was going to explain to him as best I could about Earth, but now he doesn't want to listen?

"So we're on the other side," he whispered, taking a short pause, and turned his head a bit to the side, "that's... not something I expected."

The color drained from his eyes, giving off a depressing look. "hey, are you okay?"

"Yes," he turned, looking at me with eyes that could be mistaken for abyss'. "I'm perfectly fine," he finished saying as he got up from his seat and walked towards the garden exit.

"He's clearly not fine," I told myself. I need to find a way out of here, but how do I do that? I looked down at the tea in front of me. I had a cool transition when I drank this last time, I thought. I picked it up from the rim, feeling the warmness as it traveled up the cup from the tea its self. I took a small sip realizing that it wasn't that bad and drank the rest down. No transition, I thought. Did he send me back on purpose last time? So then why didn't he send me back now if he didn't wanna talk?

I looked to the gate leading out of the Garden, thinking of what he could want. "Oh, I see," I said, realizing what the cause could be as I got up and strutted to the gate, "he's just being difficult."

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Waters surrounding Atlantis.

Cristal, a lightly tanned, honeyed-eye woman in her late 20's with blond highlights at the end of her long brown hair sporting a slim but fit figure, checked the Submarine's motor functions and readjusted for currents shifting the direction of the sub'.

"Knock, Knock," said Donovan, a tall, brown man in his late 20's with aquamarine eyes and soft, dark curly hair, built like an up and coming wrestler, walking into the cockpit. "Hey," he cheerfully said, sitting in the empty co-pilot seat next to Cristal, "It's cool how you're able to use this thing by yourself. He looked around at all the buttons and switches within reach.

"It's no big deal," she said, showing here fingertips as small electric currents flowed out of them, "as long as it uses electricity, then I can control it."

"But doesn't the submarine use a nuclear reactor," he said, taking a look at the sonar, noticing nothing showing up.

"The energy gets converted into electricity when it reaches the control room," she explained, looking at Donovan's confused face as he stared at the sonar. "Oh, here," she pointed at the Lidar reader an arm's length away from the sonar, "that will show you the layout of the land... Speaking of which," she said, seeing the projection of land appear on the reader, "go ready, Markus and Ivanka, we'll be there soon. Cristal parked the Submarine in accordance to the shore and anchored it in a cave nearby so it wouldn't be easily spotted.

Cristal walked back into the passenger cabin and told everyone to change into the light blue and cyan silk clothing provided in the storage room. If the biblical texts are accurate, Cristal thought, then the average citizen of Atlantis was said to be dressed in light blue and cyan silk robes while royalty was dressed in dark blue robes. I wonder if we'll see or even meet any royals.

They left the Submarine after they finished dressing, reaching the top. Cristal shot out an electric current, gathering up the iron sand on the beach and formed them into a bridge.

Woosh, she heard the sound of air quickly moving as she turned to see Ivanka, a preachy-skinned, medium-long, champagne-blond haired, silver-eyed, 25-year-old girl who was just a bit shorter than herself. Propelling herself a foot above the water as her robe hid her slim hourglass figure.

"Already showing off," said Markus, a fawn-skinned, dark-yellow-eyed, short-red-copper-haired man the same age as Ivanka with a somewhat defined lean body, in an uncaring tone.

"I'm just excited to see what this place is like," Ivanka said, walking on ahead after reaching land.

"At least she's in a good mode," he continued, "probably because she won that card game we had earlier." The rest of them crossed the iron sand bridge, quickening their pace to catch up to Ivanka.

When Ivanka left the cave, she only heard the sound of the tides pushing in and out, getting louder as they crashed towards the beach. She turned to her right and looked up, seeing the base and back of what seemed to be a light blue and dark blue castle. She paused and admired the height and the futuristic ascetic it gave off, then turned her attention to finding a path that could lead to the supposed city on the other side.

"Ivanka," Cristal said, catching up with her, "this is a green gate, don't go too far ahead of us, we only have limited informa-"

"That's not a problem now," she interrupted, "look," she pointed to the beautiful castle, "we're here."

"It's way to quiet," Donovan added as he walked the by the edge of the castle, "being that we're this close to the city."

"I kinda like this," Markus said, embracing the feeling of the wind hitting his face and the sound of the small waves crashing. "You don't get this kind of peace back at the island."

"Hey, Ivanka could you levitate all of us, so we reach the base of the castle," Donovan said, looking at the distance between him and the base.

"That's no problem," she cheerfully said, signaling them to gather around her, "just give me a second to concentrate." When they were all close together, Ivanka got in the middle of them and extended her arms diagonally down as a gust of wind could be heard accelerating under their feet as it quickly lifted them up to the base of the castle.

Once there, Cristal noticed a closed back door and carelessly when to open it, but it wouldn't open even though it was wiggling and making the sound of clashing metal. Is something inside stopping the door from opening, she thought, a lock maybe.

"Hey Cristal," Donovan said, putting his hand on her shoulder, startling her. "Don't go pulling on a castle door," he whispered, pressing a finger over his lips, "we could be considered trespassers. We'll go around the side and see from there." They walked the perimeter of the castle, jumping down onto a sidewalk before reaching the front.

"It's way to quite," Donovan pointed out again, "the only thing I can hear is our footsteps." As they reached the front of the castle, clearing the wall that obstructed there view on the city, the dead silence they were experiencing this whole time was finally revealed.

They all stood still as they began observing the practical stillness the buildings and houses gave off, with papers that littered the ground, and what seemed to be traces of a dried-up purple liquid remained in what was meant to be a beautiful city. Instead, all they saw was the silence of an empty town.