{"id":3387,"date":"2017-10-23T00:00:14","date_gmt":"2017-10-23T04:00:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3387"},"modified":"2017-10-22T20:14:52","modified_gmt":"2017-10-23T00:14:52","slug":"twenty-four-05-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3387","title":{"rendered":"Twenty-four – 05"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Thom’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cI can go,\u201d Kellin offered again. Thom winced.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d he said. \u201cDon\u2019t go and no, you\u2019re right, Mar, it\u2019s not nothing.\u201d He sighed, fingers going still against Lin\u2019s hair. His son squirmed a little in Marin\u2019s arms and he watched as the infant looked around, trying to look up to see who or what had touched his head. A lump grew in Thom\u2019s throat, threatening to choke him further.<\/p>\n

God.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThom?\u201d<\/p>\n

He exhaled and shook his head slightly. \u201cI just\u2014their memories sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Marin\u2019s brows knit. \u201cWho\u2014oh. Oh<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

He swallowed hard again, nodding slightly. \u201cAtlantis,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

Kellin chewed her lip. \u201cYou have memories of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot of someone who\u2019s been there,\u201d Thom said, reaching up with a wince to rub at his temple. \u201cBut someone who knew a bit too much about it, yeah.\u201d He sighed quietly. \u201cThere was a moment I saw just a few minutes ago, a memory that wasn\u2019t\u2014well. Wasn\u2019t mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFinn?\u201d Marin asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.<\/p>\n

He nodded, feeling chilled to the bone despite his fever. \u201cHe was worried\u2014scared for her. Afraid she\u2019d been there when it went. He saw it. Felt it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Marin eased closer to him and he closed his eyes again, sighing.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo the stories are true,\u201d Kellin whispered. \u201cIt did sink.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething happened,\u201d Thom said. \u201cSome kind of explosion. Something.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kellin nodded almost convulsively, then exhaled quietly, swallowing hard again. \u201cThat\u2014I\u2019ve heard that before. It makes sense. Gods. This is hard.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut somehow it\u2019s still out there,\u201d Marin whispered. \u201cAnd some survived. \u00c9riu was from Atlantis.\u201d<\/p>\n

A shiver shot through Thom and his lips thinned. \u201cThat\u2019s true,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cShe was. Maybe Jay can\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe she\u2019ll talk to you herself,\u201d Marin said, sliding an arm around Thom. \u201cIt might happen.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe,\u201d Kellin said, then shook her head again. \u201cAtlantis.\u201d<\/p>\n

Thom\u2019s stomach felt hollow. \u201cYes,\u201d he whispered. \u201cAtlantis.\u201d<\/p>\n

And all the trouble she brings. What the hell does it mean? What are we going to do?<\/em><\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Thom’s point of view.] \u201cI can go,\u201d Kellin offered again. Thom winced. \u201cNo,\u201d he said. \u201cDon\u2019t go and no, you\u2019re right, Mar, it\u2019s not nothing.\u201d He sighed, fingers going still against Lin\u2019s hair. His son squirmed … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[240,273,14],"tags":[150,171,170,19,152,149,148,168,147,165,158,200,146],"class_list":["post-3387","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-book-6","category-chapter-24-book-6","category-story","tag-awakenings","tag-fantasy","tag-fiction","tag-kellin","tag-marin-astoris","tag-original-fiction","tag-post-apocalyptic","tag-serial","tag-serial-fiction","tag-story","tag-thom-ambrose","tag-thomas-merlin-ambrose","tag-web-fiction"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1EBlN-SD","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3387","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3387"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3387\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3388,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3387\/revisions\/3388"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3387"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3387"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3387"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}