Mirrors to Atlantis

Chapter 8

Polina entered the room first followed by the two ladies and lastly by Lyra who shut and locked the door behind them. Lyra motioned for them to sit on the couches. "So my husband doesn't know you." Lyra continued thinking "how did you get into his private courtyard?" She asked suspiciously
"I told you I don't know." Polina began to cry, she thought that the interrogation would be over if she was able to prove that Hektor didn't know her.
"Stop crying." Lyra hissed agitated.
"Helen, go bring me a map." Lyra demanded, the blonde woman jumped up and rushed out of the room.
"You need to point out where Russia is on a map. Surely, you will be able to tell me where you are from on a map. Since I know nothing of a Russia." Lyra spoke, her voice was not so appealing any longer.
Lyra was pacing the floor as they waited for Helen to bring back the map. Polina sat in the couch taking up as little space as possible hands in her lap, her palms we sweating and she was trying not to cry.
The door swung open, Helen had a large leather bound map rolled under her arm. She unrolled it onto the floor.
"Show me." Lyra pointed at the map on the floor. Polina looked down to see the most elaborately decorated map, the colors used were beautifully complimentary the terrain marked in a very pleasing way. Not like the maps she grew up seeing with bright colors separating the countries with out any decorative influence at all. But this map that was infront of her was not only a map. But a work of art as well. She was taking in the beauty of the map and forgot her task entirely.
"Ahem….. show us where Russia is." Lyra reminded her
"Oh-uh it's this big piece of land right here, but I'm from this tiny little part up here." Polina said as she ran her finger up to find Dikson but on the map quite a bit of Russia was covered in glaciers. "How old is this map?" Polina asked Lyra.
"What does that matter? It's current enough" Lyra exclaimed.
"This land up here is really covered in ice right now?" Polina asked.
"Yes."
Polinas stomach sank. She was pretty sure this wasn't a dream anymore, but didn't understand where in time or earth she was.
"Can you show me on the map where we are?" Polina asked Lyra
"Of course." Lyra composed herself and pointed to a large archipelago off the west coast of what appeared to be Africa, though it was divided by a significant body of water that seemed to connect the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea, slicing through what should have been the Sahara Desert.
Polina noticed all manner of topographical differences on this map from the ones she was familiar with. By this time she had concluded that this was in fact not a dream, she did not know what she was experiencing but it was beginning to seem more and more like whatever this was, was real.
"So are you going to help me get back home?" Polina looked up at Lyras brilliant green eyes.

"Your home is a glacier, Noone lives there and Noone has lived there for as long as I am aware." Lyra looked off into the distance pondering the situation. "I'm not sure if you're being honest yet, but I will speak to someone about this and see if we can be of any help to you. Until then you will stay in this room." She spoke coldly to Polina then turned to address the two other women "Helen, Melia, you two will watch over and tend to Polina. She will not be left alone under any circumstances."
"Yes, Anassa." They both replied and nodded their heads in respect. Lyra then left the room. The girls sat in silence for awhile, Polina, exhausted from the events from the day, and stunned with confusion and disbelief over her situation finally gained the energy to climb into the luxurious bed and fall asleep.