arcticphoenix87
06-25-2004, 02:01 PM
The sun blazed overhead as swarms of heat-stricken people raced to the water’s edge to refresh themselves in the foamy surf. Neptune Beach stretched on endlessly for miles, with nothing but white sand and crystal-clear water to entertain the crowds. Overlooking the beach was a rocky hill, with numerous trails winding down its face leading from the city above. Along one of these trails walked three companions, all eager to relieve themselves from the summer day’s heat as well.
“Today’s going to be a great day,” said the beautiful, Asian girl leading the group down the trail. Her long, straight, black hair gleamed in the sunlight while a flame of curiosity burned in her eyes. A white tank top and a pair of purple shorts revealed the silver gemstone that lay pierced into her bellybutton. Her features required no makeup, her natural beauty shining right through the sun’s rays. Her leather sandals and purple toenails carried her gracefully down the rocky edifice. “Right guys?”
“Of course, Jessica,” said the boy behind her playfully. “Don’t you always have a great time when you’re with us?” Kyle was tall and muscular, with short brown hair atop his head. A green and white striped shirt and a pair of khaki shorts covered his athletic frame. Brown eyes and a charming smile gazed back at Jessica, while a radio was clutched in his hand.
Straggling back a distance behind the two was Jacob, staring into the azure sky. Preferring to watch events occur rather than take part in them, he voiced no input into this particular conversation. Blonde hair and blue eyes started thoughtfully outwards toward the dunes and waves. Wearing a blue tank top and white shorts, he had to keep up a faster pace to stay within walking speed of his friends.
The group reached the bottom of the trail and ran out onto the sand. “Surfs up,” Jessica said, grabbing a surfboard and racing to the water’s edge.
“Right behind you,” yelled Kyle, as him and Jacob raced to catch up with her.
Meanwhile, things were not as bright and cheery at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. Deep within the canyons and chasms of the ocean floor, the remnants of a lost civilization lay protected from the corrosive water and deadly pressure by means of special “pressure stones.” They exerted an outward force that produced an air bubble in which living creatures could survive. Such things were the creations of the Atlanteans.
Inside one of these pressure fields stood an enormous palace carved out of solid granite. The only source of light for the entire structure was contained within tiny spheres of glass that floated in the air every 10 meters or so. Deep within one of the palace chambers, two figures spoke to one another.
“The time has almost come, my lord,” said a female warrior poised at her master’s feet.
“Of course it has,” said a shadowy figure sitting in a throne. “Are the stones in place?”
“Yes. They await your spell,” replied the warrior.
“Good. Go now, and tell the others to make the necessary preparations. The time has come to reclaim the surface world for ourselves once and for all.”
“Yes, my emperor,” Hydra said, bowing to her master. The assassin picked herself up off the floor and turned to leave her lord’s chambers.
Hydra was a beautiful, yet deadly, assassin of her master’s army. Clad in chitin armor and armed with deadly, coral blades, she was one of her emperor’s most trusted generals. She made her way down the palace hallway to warn the others, her footsteps echoing in the dimly lit chamber.
She walked into the main chamber where her companions were waiting. “Prepare your weapons,” Hydra announced to the waiting crowd. “The festivities are about to begin.”
“Today’s going to be a great day,” said the beautiful, Asian girl leading the group down the trail. Her long, straight, black hair gleamed in the sunlight while a flame of curiosity burned in her eyes. A white tank top and a pair of purple shorts revealed the silver gemstone that lay pierced into her bellybutton. Her features required no makeup, her natural beauty shining right through the sun’s rays. Her leather sandals and purple toenails carried her gracefully down the rocky edifice. “Right guys?”
“Of course, Jessica,” said the boy behind her playfully. “Don’t you always have a great time when you’re with us?” Kyle was tall and muscular, with short brown hair atop his head. A green and white striped shirt and a pair of khaki shorts covered his athletic frame. Brown eyes and a charming smile gazed back at Jessica, while a radio was clutched in his hand.
Straggling back a distance behind the two was Jacob, staring into the azure sky. Preferring to watch events occur rather than take part in them, he voiced no input into this particular conversation. Blonde hair and blue eyes started thoughtfully outwards toward the dunes and waves. Wearing a blue tank top and white shorts, he had to keep up a faster pace to stay within walking speed of his friends.
The group reached the bottom of the trail and ran out onto the sand. “Surfs up,” Jessica said, grabbing a surfboard and racing to the water’s edge.
“Right behind you,” yelled Kyle, as him and Jacob raced to catch up with her.
Meanwhile, things were not as bright and cheery at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. Deep within the canyons and chasms of the ocean floor, the remnants of a lost civilization lay protected from the corrosive water and deadly pressure by means of special “pressure stones.” They exerted an outward force that produced an air bubble in which living creatures could survive. Such things were the creations of the Atlanteans.
Inside one of these pressure fields stood an enormous palace carved out of solid granite. The only source of light for the entire structure was contained within tiny spheres of glass that floated in the air every 10 meters or so. Deep within one of the palace chambers, two figures spoke to one another.
“The time has almost come, my lord,” said a female warrior poised at her master’s feet.
“Of course it has,” said a shadowy figure sitting in a throne. “Are the stones in place?”
“Yes. They await your spell,” replied the warrior.
“Good. Go now, and tell the others to make the necessary preparations. The time has come to reclaim the surface world for ourselves once and for all.”
“Yes, my emperor,” Hydra said, bowing to her master. The assassin picked herself up off the floor and turned to leave her lord’s chambers.
Hydra was a beautiful, yet deadly, assassin of her master’s army. Clad in chitin armor and armed with deadly, coral blades, she was one of her emperor’s most trusted generals. She made her way down the palace hallway to warn the others, her footsteps echoing in the dimly lit chamber.
She walked into the main chamber where her companions were waiting. “Prepare your weapons,” Hydra announced to the waiting crowd. “The festivities are about to begin.”