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Arthur walked through the ruins of Poseidonis. The jewel of Atlantis lay mostly in ruins and was now floating on the surface of the ocean. Her sister city of Tritonis was in ruins on the ocean floor. Arthur's kingdom was in ruins, but the people were alive. They would rebuild and Atlantis would flourish again. Arthur would spend the rest of his life making sure of that.

He looked around at the ruins of the city and the people moving about. Arthur already had the council on his back for a meeting, but he told them it could wait. He had to make sure his people were provided for first. A good majority of the newly resurrected citizens had been evacuated to Cerdia, but even Cerdia couldn't hold all of the citizens of Poseidonis. Personnel essential to rebuilding were here now and ready to get started.

Arthur looked over at Mera and smiled. No matter what happened they'd get through it together. His gaze wandered and fell on Ash. Arthur had heard she had assumed the throne and with Garth's help led the surviving people of Atlantis to safety in a remote area away from the two ruined cities. When word that the dead had been restored to life, Garth and Ash led the people back to Poseidonis and they had just arrived.

Mera. Garth. Dolphin. Cerdian. Ash. Just one person was missing from his family. Cait. Thoughts of his daughter added some weight to his shoulders. He had to find her and see if she had been brought back. He couldn't imagine having to go through the rest of his life without her in it.

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Cerdian escorts his mother home to Poseidonis in silence, wanting to make sure that his father doesn't suffer in ignorance.

Upon their arrival, however, they are met by several soldiers who draw their weapons and do not look overjoyed to see them.

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Caitria of Atlantis, RISE!

Mera of Atlantis, RISE!

Cerdian of Atlantis, RISE!

Ataam of Atlantis, RISE!


Way beneath the surface of the Atlantic Ocean in the underwater kingdom of Atlantis the dead were rising. Lids were pushed off of the sarcophagi in the royal crypt and in a small cave some distance from the city.

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Arthur sat quietly and listened to the council debating...something. He honestly hadn't been paying attention to what was being said. It was a meeting of the Royal Council and he always had problems paying attention to the prattling on of the council members, but now it was worse. His heart and his head wasn't in anything right now.

He brought his focus back long enough to hear General Nakesh finish the report about the state of Atlantean military forces and their readiness. Something was building on the surface and Arthur didn't think it would stay confined to the surface.

Arthur nodded his thanks to Nakesh and looked to Ozell. Ozell was the current chairman of the council and ran the meetings. Hopefully this meeting was over.

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Garth of Atlantis woke with a start, looking about the room he shares with his wife in Atlantis.  Normally, he sleeps well and fitfully, but early this morning, the shadows have taken on a different cast. They seem deeper, darker than usual. He's not certain what is wrong today, but he doesn't wish to disturb his wife with his misgivings. He wishes Cerdian were here, to ask his opinion. The boy had come a long way from the shy, uncertain youth into a deeply thinking and feeling young man who stood by his friends and was loyal to his king and kingdom.

In short, everything a father could ask for in a son.

Sliding out of bed, Garth goes to begin his daily rituals, working a few wards that he wants to teach Cerdian the next time he's home. He needs to remind him to spend more time with his mother. She worries so much for their son at times that it takes him back to the days when he was just a baby and she refused to put him down. Their discussions over it were legendary.

"You'll unman him if you don't let him stand on his own, Dolphin."

"He's a baby, Garth. Besides, I know he's safest when he's in our arms. There will be plenty of time for him stand on his own." she told him.

A knock on the door breaks Garth's concentration. Messengers never come this early, unless King Orin needs him. Orin has called for him less since Caitria's passing, and Garth isn't sure what to do about that. He cannot say that he knows how Arthur feels, but he wishes to help his friend.

He rises and answers the door, greeting the messenger with a smile. The young man hands him a parchment and bows, leaving Garth to read the note in private.

As he reads the missive from Dick Grayson, one of his oldest friends, Garth feels his knees weaken, then give out from under him completely. He tries to speak, but the only thing that escapes him is a series of loud, wracking sobs that echoes through the house.

Ironically, he now understands /exactly/ how his king feels.