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✧ ▬ ˋˏ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ˎˊ ▬ ✧ ❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔 ❞ ༻#ˋ 。✩ 。ˊ#༺ in death we trust
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❝ i can't save us, my atlantis, we fall / we built this town on shaky ground ❞
ATLANTIS / SEAFRET.
﹙ chapter twelve, act one ; drowning﹚ mara cayden.
northern island, the arena. july, 70 att.
MARA IS QUICK TO HURRY BACK FROM THE FEAST. She makes her way around the island, as quiet as a whisper in the trees, careful to avoid any stragglers from the feast; she clutches the two bags over her shoulders as if they are lifelines. Which, they are.
Her fears of poisoned water were not merely the fanciful production of a paranoid mind ▬▬▬ the effects made their presence known only after the third day of drinking from the pond. It started with headaches and blurry vision; it has now reached sharp stomach pains, a bout of vomiting, and in Hestia's case, a nasty fever. Mara had hoped that eating more meat, caught in the snares and half-roasted in the sun, would absorb the poison accumulated over the past few days. It didn't.
