ATLANTIS

Chapter 6- Amy

A/N
If you are confused about this book, please read here:
Elizabeth- a tall girl with shoulder length dark brown hair. She is 16 years old and has a best friend named Amy. She is a math whiz. She was born in Atlanta, Georgia, USA
Amy- short girl with really long, black hair that she wears in pigtail braids. She is 15 years old. She has light brown skin (her parents are from India) She was born in Los Angeles, California, USA. She loves to read.
Rene- her name is pronounced ruh-neigh. Has light brown, almost blonde, hair and startling blue eyes. Her face is covered with freckles. She has two best friends, Erica and Ashley. She is a native apprentice to Atlantis. She likes to tell stories and does not like to be inturrupted. Her power is talking to sea animals
Erica- She has short, curly, dark brown hair and warm brown eyes. She is a genius has two other genius friends- Beth and Chloe. She is also friends with Rene and Ashley. She is a native apprentice to Atlantis. He power is that she knows every nautical coordinate and wind knot everywhere they go in the sea. She is like a gps.
Ashley- don't get her mixed up with Amy. Ashley has long, brown hair that reaches her hips. She has playful green eyes and has a couple of freckles on her nose. Her power is to heat (and cool, but she does not know that yet) water. She is best friends with Erica and Rene but barely knows Erica's friends. She is a native apprentice to Atlantis.

This chapter is in Amy's perspective. You can tell the perspective by seeing what is after the dash on the chapter title. Examples- 'Chapter 1- Elizabeth'
'Chapter 6- Amy'

Enjoy the chapter!

All of the information is rushing through my head as we walk through the busy town. I tap Erica on the shoulder. She whizzes around.
"Yes?"
"Earlier, you were mumbling something about a propecy. What 'prophecy' do you mean, and how does it involve us?"
"Yeah, about that. My father is the one who receives prophecies. Before I was born, before Amelia Earhart ever came, my dad received a prophecy. It says this:
Five who are same and two who are different
Shall travel the seas to find a shipwreck.
The two who are new shall seek out a mate
One that will keep them away from the bait
A sacrifice shall be made by three who know
The right path that they should go.
Before following my ways to the gold treasure
The two humans shall fight for their meausre
Within the boat, find pots made of clay
The big beauty was beloved of Spain
In the walls, filled with rubies, and emeralds too,
Hides one who is maliciously waiting for you
It has stolen what is most prized to Atlantis
To win it back you will use love and... " Erica finishes and shakes her head.
"And what?" I ask.
"I don't know. The last word never came to my dad." Erica replies, her voice saddened.
"Whats so special about clay? We have TONS of it back in Georgia!"
"You do?! Clay is very rare here. It is more rare than gold. It is a very precious substance to us. I want to go to this place called Georgia!"

"We are here!" Rene announces as the group stops in front of a large white buiding. It has big, Greek-like pillars with strange inscriptions. Rene leads us up a wide staircase and through a tall, bronze door. Immediately as I walk in, the delicious scent of herbs and pasta floods my nose. Mixed in are smells of shrimp and oysters.
I see people lounging on couches and eating, the classic ancient Greek/ Roman style. The goblets appear to be made of bronze, and the plates and bowls made of silver. There is a long line and in the very front, sits a fat old woman behind a marble counter. She is waving her hand over peoples plates and making food appear.
A girl with straight, brown hair and large muscles enters the room through a door in the back, which I did not even notice was there. Her hair is plaited in a fancy braid that spirals around her head. The whole room goes silent.

"There she is. The One." Erica whispers harshly into my ear. "She gets anything she wants around here. "
"I thought she would be older than that," I whisper back
"It's because Lauren is the daughter of the first One, who was the person who battled Amelia Earhart. The original One, named Azalea, died a few years back fighting a great white shark." 
I see Lauren cut in front of a family in line. A little boy starts to protest, but his mother clamps a firm hand over his mouth. Lauren eyes me suspiously. I suddenly notice that there are no other Indians in the room.

My parents were both born in India and came to America to find a new life. We continue to do all the family traditions and Indian rituals. My mother has a large selection of Indian saris made with the finest fabrics.

Most people in the room have either black, brown, or dark blonde hair. Their faces have deep tans. I occasionally see a face with skin tanner than their hair. The males have colored cloths (not clothes, cloths) wrapped around their waist, leaving their chest bare. The females are wearing the same toga-like gowns that we are wearing.
I watch as a girl with blonde hair and chocolate eyes hands the fat woman her bowl. The woman closes her eyes, waves her hands, and the food magically appears. The goblet rattles as it fills with water. The girl nods in thanks and grabs her cup and bowl, She finds an empty table and lounges out on a red, velvet couch.

"That's Chloe," Rene points to the lonely girl. Chloe hears her name and looks up from her clam chowder . She sees Erica and grins, waving us over. She looks at me strangely. I want to ask her why, but then I remember I am the only Indian.We sit down on the other red couches, leaving one open next to Chloe. Another girl with long, wavy brown hair pulled back with a diamond- encrusted hair clip plops down in the leftover seat.
"Hi Rene. Hey Erica, and Ash-ley, isn't that your name?" She says
Ashley nods.
"This is Elizabeth," Ashley says, patting Elizabeth's shoulder. "And this is Amy." she says pointing to me.
"I'm Beth." says the girl with the diamond clip. "Nice to meet you two!" She says, not even paying attention to my dark skin color.
"So. What's up?" Chloe sits up and asks.
Rene looks around nervously.
"Let's go somewhere private," she leans in and whispers. "I have to tell you something."