Nightmares plague me. He's coming for me. He has been relentless in his torture for the past six years. I bear the brunt of his anger every time. I don't know who he is, only that I've been conditioned to fear that tap-tap of those heavy feet coming my way. His face is always concealed in shadows. He kicks me in my chest, my ribs. I'm screaming as I'm being shaken awake by Anna.
Anna. My angel, my salvation. She's going to get me out of this hell. I know she will. Tears stream down my face. She hushes me, cradling my head to her chest.
"It was just a dream. I'm here now."
I shake my head frantically. "But it wasn't just a dream. Someone comes in and tortures me here nearly every day, and each time I fear for my death." I start to shake, and Anna's eyes are wide in fear.
"I don't know how we can get you out of here, but we're going to find a way. Now!" She stands up and reaches out to pull me up, but before I can get on my feet, a voice like ice shouts out from behind us:
"Not so fast!"
Trepidation fills my bones. Anna slowly turns to look at my captor. Her jaw drops in horror.
"Dad?"
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The Prophecy of Atlantis
ContoAnna has followed in the footsteps of her librarian mother all of her life. They work to preserve books about world mysteries. In their world, anyone that learns too much about world mysteries gets taken by the historians. So when Anna finds her bes...
