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August 2, 2006.
Thе Chrоnіclеs of Atlantis continued...
I froze. The tip of the spear dug insistently into my ribs, just to the side of my backpack, effectively pinning me to the ground. Any minute now, I thought wildly, and I'd feel the searing pain of the blade slicing into my flesh...and then what? Headhunters? A vat of boiling water, surrounded by dancing cannibals?
"Wait, wait, please" I said, throwing my hands up off the ground, as if it would do any good. "Please..."
I risked twisting around slightly, so I could see my captor. On such an angle, and with only the moonlight for illumination, I could only barely make out...a shape. A familiar shape...a woman? To my surprise, the spear tip moved with me - there was no searing pain, no slicing of flesh. Mаybе I'd escape the boiling vat after all.
I rolled onto my side slowly, still showing my hands in a gesture of surrender. "Please..I'm not here to hurt anyone. I'm sorry if I'm trespassing, I was just...curious".
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The figure stepped forward into a shaft of moonlight. Clearly now, it was a woman. She wore a fierce expression beneath a fringe of blonde bangs that just grazed her eyebrows. Her eyes were large, dark pools, perhaps the largest I'd ever seen. And she was as nude as the woman I'd had just seen through the binoculars. I stole only a glance at her round, full breasts, moist from the humid night, or exertion, or both. I didn't dare let my gaze linger.
She regarded me with suspicious eyes, and after a moment backed up enough to tilt the spear up and away from me. She gestured for me to get up. I stood quickly, brushing off my clothes and adjusting my backpack, never taking my eyes off hers. She motioned me forward with a wave of the spear and I stumbled forward, over some thick roots, as she fell in behind me at a pace far more comfortable than my own.
I picked my way through the dense brush, stopping every so often to turn around and try to ask her where we were going, and why. Each time she merely pushed me onwards in silence, with that same grim determination on her face. There was no path to follow, and nothing but thick vegetation around me and torturous, spiny roots at my feet. Just as I was about to fall on my knees and beg for a rest, I came upon a clearing, through which I saw a familiar sight.
The temple I'd seen through my binoculars. Four columns rose at each corner and the fires burned brightly in the copper urns, but the vision I had seen, the goddess in the gold chains, was gone. My heart began thudding in my chest as I realized this was our destination.
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My captor led me towards the terrace and bade me sit on a stone bench in front of a large central fire. I sat down slowly, my eyes taking in the fine detail of the massive stone structure all around me. It was like something out of an epic hero movie or a technicolor movie about Egypt. I was sure nothing like this existed anywhere else.
Suddenly, my captor's attention was drawn to an opening at the far end, where white silk dr4pеs fluttered as a woman emerged and came towards me. It was her - the goddess. My captor bowed slightly, and made a gesture with her hand against her chest, some sort of pledge of fealty I presumed, and backed away. My eyes moved from her to the goddess, who was regarding me intently as she moved towards me on the same silent feet.
This close, her body was even more spectacular than it had appeared through the binoculars. The golden light cast from the fires bathed her in a coppery light that made her skin glow as though lit from within. She stood before me, her hands resting lightly on her jutting hip and the gold chains grazing the soft triangle between her legs. Her nipples were fine, taut points at the ends of her firm breasts. She flipped her long brown hair off her shoulder and leveled her gaze at me, as if sizing me up.
"So why have you invaded my land?" she finally said.
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"You speak English?" I blurted out, staring at her.
"I speak six languages. But I took you for an American. Am I correct?"
"Well, yes." I said, amazed at her unaccented English. So far away from any English speaking place, the last thing I expected to hear was my mother tongue.
"So answer my question. Why have you trespassed in my country?"
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"I...I had no idea...I mean, I never imagined there was anyone here-"
"Yes you did." she said simply, but firmly. "You came here looking for the lost city. The legend. The land of beautiful women that some call Atlantis and most don't believe exists."
I swallowed, tensing as she came closer to me. Every nerve in my body blazed as she leaned toward my ear. Her scent was heavenly, the mere presence of her golden body so close to mine was intoxicating.
"Well, you've found it." she whispered. "And for your sake, I hope you pass the test."
To be continued...
by Jаkе Cаmpаnа
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