The Orb of Light ((locked to slizzlemynizzle))
Aqualad found himself for the first time in a long while returning to the ocean. Yes, he had ventured beneath the waves in Jump City's bay, but he had not swam out into the open seas since being exiled from Atlantis. Not that he was banished from the ocean - just Atlantis. But there had been something keeping him away - an invisible barrier.
But things were different this time. Aristotle, that old man from the Dragon Society, had asked for his help in retrieving the final of the two Orbs. It lay, as he had learned, at the bottom of the sea, in the former city of the Idyllists. His people.
And after a long trek, part of it in one of Tramm's subs, he had finally arrived. He had known this place in his youth as the "Hidden Valley"; a name given to the place by the Atlanteans, as a way of discouraging people from trying to visit it. They had built it up as a ghost story, and it had become a minor myth uses to scare young children.
As he gazed at it from atop the watery ridge, the ruined city looked much more foreboding. The city looked as though much of it had been obliterated, and what hadn't had fallen into ruin. A large palace still remained at the distant edge of the city, casting a foreboding shadow over everything.
He sighed to himself. He felt no attachment to this place, as he couldn't even remember any of it... and for some reason, that felt worse than it would have if he had been sad. He sighed, and focuses... trying to telepathically contact the person who had come with him.
"Slizzath... I've managed to reach the city... where are you?"
But things were different this time. Aristotle, that old man from the Dragon Society, had asked for his help in retrieving the final of the two Orbs. It lay, as he had learned, at the bottom of the sea, in the former city of the Idyllists. His people.
And after a long trek, part of it in one of Tramm's subs, he had finally arrived. He had known this place in his youth as the "Hidden Valley"; a name given to the place by the Atlanteans, as a way of discouraging people from trying to visit it. They had built it up as a ghost story, and it had become a minor myth uses to scare young children.
As he gazed at it from atop the watery ridge, the ruined city looked much more foreboding. The city looked as though much of it had been obliterated, and what hadn't had fallen into ruin. A large palace still remained at the distant edge of the city, casting a foreboding shadow over everything.
He sighed to himself. He felt no attachment to this place, as he couldn't even remember any of it... and for some reason, that felt worse than it would have if he had been sad. He sighed, and focuses... trying to telepathically contact the person who had come with him.
"Slizzath... I've managed to reach the city... where are you?"