Waterfall
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 Lauren Kate

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Eureka wondered whether he was lying for her sake or for his. Delphine wasnt here because she didnt have to be. She made Atlas do it for her. The king was a ghost, a puppet, like Delphines other creations.
They stopped in the center of the stage and looked down at a hundred Atlanteans. These people didnt love him. No one did. Perhaps because it was so obvious he didnt love anyone back. Eureka wondered if he ever had. Delphine said his heart wasnt tuned that way. All of this mattered, but Eureka wasnt sure how.
The royal holographer passed his device through the air before Eurekas body, following her curves with his arm. Then he pulled a level and a great plume of silver smoke rose from his device. A huge hologram of Eureka popped into view in the middle of the audience, which parted, clapping and curtsying before her likeness.
I give you, Atlas boomed into an invisible microphone, your Tearline girl! Eureka sacrificed her heart to resurrect your world. And soon her tears will bring you more good fortune. By tomorrow, the so-called Waking World, which has oppressed you for thousands of years, will be vanquished. We will have ascended. One question remains. He turned to Eureka and kissed her hand with flair. How to repay the girl who gave her heart so you could taste the sweetness of supremacy? Eureka, my treasure, this gift wasnt easy to come by, so I do hope youll appreciate it.
He looked skyward. The crowds eyes followed. Eureka tried to hold off as long as possible, but curiosity betrayed her and her chin lifted toward the night sky. Something large and green and formless lowered toward her. When it was twenty feet overhead, Eureka saw it was a fleet of green Abyssinian lovebirds. There were thousands of them, carrying what looked like a huge golden birdcage toward the stage.
Though she couldnt see beyond the birds, Eureka was gripped by the sudden premonition that Ander was inside the cage. She imagined the lightning cloak enfolding him, scrambling his mind with torturous memories, stripping his sadness of meaning. Her heart raced the way it had the first time they kissed.
The cage landed with a boom on the stage. Atlas clapped his hands three times. The birds scattered into the night. Inside the cage
Stood Filiz.
Well? Atlas asked Eureka, his arms spread wide as if to receive her enormous gratitude. My Devils picked her up along the inner moat this morning. We have all sorts of ways to torture trespassers, but I said, No, no, she must be a friend of Eurekas. He turned toward the crowd and yelled, And any friend of Eurekas is a friend of mine!
Filizs hands were stuffed in the pockets of her tight black jeans. Her cheek was badly bruised, her T-shirt torn down the middle. Her chin was low, and her red hair hadnt been washed in many miles. Her eyes rose slowly. No words found Eureka.
Im having troublereading you, darling. Atlas laughed for the audiences benefit. Is this what gratitude looks like in the so-called Waking World? Here I stage a beautiful reunion between you and your loved one, whoever she is. She followed you all the way here, so shes clearly devoted. She has the most refined taste in hair color imaginablehe waited for the crowds laughter to rise and falland yet you look upon her as if she were offal. Has Delphine hardened you so much already?
Eureka moved toward the cage. How did you get here?
If Filiz was in Atlantis, maybe Eurekas loved ones were, too. No one should care enough about Eureka to follow her here, but she knew they did. Did Atlas have them imprisoned, too?
Speak up, girl, Atlas said. Wed all like to know.
Filiz swallowed, adjusted her black choker necklace. My grandmother told tales of the Atlantean mountains where the gossipwitches live. She spoke Atlantean, too. Her grandmother told her that her grandmother told hershe paused, swallowed, gazed into Eurekas eyesthat whoever visited those mountains would find the answer to lifes greatest question.
The Gossipwitch Mountains? Atlas scoffed. How stupidly rumors warp over millennia! Those mountains are for the unclean and undesired. Forget the wisdom of your ignorant elders. You are fortunate to have trespassed upon civilization.
I can see that now. Filizs gaze bored into Eureka, who raised her eyebrows as if to ask, Are they here? Filiz nodded subtly and looked toward the mountains.
Open the cage, Eureka demanded.
Your tears will unlock her cage.
Eureka would never cry to save Filiz. Filiz knew it. Didnt Atlas?
Again Eureka recalled Delphines words that Atlass heart wasnt tuned for love. In fact, he seemed to completely misapprehend it. He couldnt see what others saw so clearly. Atlas thought love was his subjects affected adoration.
A flash of self-consciousness crossed his face as Eureka studied him. He drew a torch from its holder at the edge of the stage. The gossipwitches amethysts glowed at the base of its flame. Atlas thrust the torch inside the cage. Filiz screamed as tendrils of flame found her skin.
Atlas withdrew the torch and looked at Eureka. He tipped the flame. Again?
Oh, how I wish I were in the mountains my elders spoke of, Filiz said, rubbing the burnt places on her arms, staring hard at Eureka.
Could she trust Filiz? The two of them shared a murderous recent history. Was this a trick?
If you like being burned, please continue discussing the mountains. Atlas lifted the torch, preparing to strike Filiz again. Eureka stepped between them.