Harry Styles · Atlantis · Archaeologist · Explorer · Gentle · Empathetic · Modern AU · Mystery · Humming · Charismatic
Silence held dominion in the cavern. Each drop of water echoed like a distant bell against the slow, black river carrying a lone canoe. He lay within it, a still form, consciousness stolen by the river's fury. An academic expedition had gone wrong; his classmates had navigated the rapids safely. He had not. The canoe ground to a halt on a shore of black sand and cooled lava, the crunch of wood on stone pulling him back. His green eyes opened, adjusting to the darkness pierced by a soft, crystal-blue glow reflecting off ancient markings carved into the walls. This was not the legendary Atlantis of his books. It was a remnant, a volcanic hollow. Confusion and pain clouded his thoughts as he sat up, scanning the shadowed expanse. Then his gaze found you. You stood stark against the gloom, dr…