MidReal Story
Frozen Secrets of Greenlantis
Scenario: the lost world of Greenlantis is a 60000 year old city under the ice cap
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The Lost World of Greenlantis
The ice was thick, but we were thicker.
It had taken us three years to get here, and now we were finally going to see it.
The lost world of Greenlantis.
I’d been the one to find it, of course.
Mark and Sarah had been with me on the expedition, but they’d been too busy arguing about whether or not the city was real to notice the entrance.
It was a good thing I had my eyes open.
We’d been walking for hours, and I was starting to get tired.
My feet hurt, and my fingers were numb from the cold.
I could feel the wind biting at my cheeks, and I knew that if we didn’t find shelter soon, we’d be in trouble.
But I wasn’t about to give up now.
We were so close I could almost taste it.
I could see it in my mind’s eye—the ancient city of Greenlantis, hidden beneath the ice cap for over 60,000 years.
And now we were going to be the first people to see it in all that time.
Mark and Sarah didn’t seem so sure, though.
They’d been skeptical from the start, but I hadn’t let it get to me.
I knew that the lost city of Greenlantis was real.
I could feel it in my bones.
But now that we were here, and there was still no sign of it, I was starting to have my doubts.
Maybe I’d been wrong all along.
Maybe there really was nothing here.
I stifled a sigh and trudged on, hoping against hope that I was wrong.
The Arctic ice stretched out before me as far as the eye could see, jagged peaks of white rising up from the ground like the teeth of some great beast.
It was the middle of winter, and the sun had barely peeked over the horizon all day, casting long shadows across the snow-covered landscape and turning everything a dull shade of gray.
It was beautiful in its own way, but also desolate and barren, with nothing but ice and snow for as far as the eye could see.
And after three years of searching, I was starting to think that maybe there really was nothing here.
Maybe the lost world of Greenlantis really was just a legend—a myth perpetuated by ancient tales and wishful thinkers, with no basis in reality.
Mark and Sarah certainly seemed to think so.
They were both historians, and they had spent the better part of the last three years telling me all the reasons why I was wrong.
But I knew better.
I had dedicated my life to archaeology, and I knew that the lost city of Greenlantis was out there somewhere, just waiting to be discovered.
All I had to do was find it.
But now I was starting to wonder if maybe I never would.
I glanced over at Mark and Sarah.
They were a few paces behind me, trudging through the snow with grim expressions on their faces.
Mark had his glasses perched on the end of his nose, and he was peering down at a small notebook in his hand, scribbling furiously away with a pencil he’d carved from a piece of driftwood we’d found on the shore.
He looked like he always did—tall and scholarly with a bit of a stoop—but there was something different about him now.
He looked tired, and old, with deep lines etched into his forehead and the corners of his eyes.
And when he looked up at me and caught my gaze, there was something else there too—something that made my heart ache just a little bit.
I tore my eyes away from him and focused on Sarah instead.
She was walking beside Mark with her head down, her dark hair pulled back into a messy ponytail to keep it out of her eyes.
She looked just as tired as he did but also more than a little bit annoyed.
The wind howled around me, blasting me in the face with ice and snow and stinging my cheeks with its icy chill as I ran, but I didn’t care—I was too excited to even think about it as I went racing towards the place where I knew that my life would never be the same again.
The wind howled around me as I ran, whipping my hair into my face and stinging my cheeks with its icy chill as I raced towards the entrance to the lost world of Greenlantis, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I went, my pulse racing with a mix of excitement and disbelief at what I was about to do.
It had been over three years since I’d first discovered the entrance to the lost world of Greenlantis, and I’d spent every waking moment since then dreaming about what it would be like to see it in person—to stand on the threshold of history and take that first step into a world that had been hidden from human eyes for over 60,000 years.
And now, finally, after all this time, I was going to see it with my own two eyes.
My footsteps crunched through the snow as I ran, leaving a trail of footprints behind me that stretched off into the distance like a long silver ribbon against the white backdrop of the ice, and I could see Mark and Sarah following close behind me, their faces red with exertion and their breath coming out in great white puffs of steam as they struggled to keep up with me.
I knew that we were all exhausted after our long journey, but I didn’t care—I was too excited to worry about that now as I raced towards the entrance with a thrill of pure exhilaration racing through my veins and a huge smile on my face.
I couldn’t believe that we were finally here—after all this time—and that we were about to do this at last!
I could feel myself breaking into a run as I got closer and closer to the entrance, and my heart leapt into my throat as I realized that I was actually going to do it—that I was finally going to see the lost world of Greenlantis with my own two eyes!
A sudden gust of wind caught me by surprise and nearly knocked me off my feet as I stumbled forward and nearly went sprawling headfirst into the snow, and I gasped in shock as I looked up and saw that a blizzard was raging all around us now—a sudden squall that had come out of nowhere and was threatening to envelop us all in a cloud of white and force us to turn back before we’d even gotten started.
“Oh my god,” I gasped out loud as I stared up at the sky and felt a moment of panic rise up within me as I realized what was happening and saw just how bad it was going to get before it got better.
“We have to go back!
We can’t go on like this!”
“What are you talking about?”
Mark said sharply from beside me as he caught my arm and helped me to my feet with a frown on his face, looking more than a little bit annoyed by my outburst as he pulled me close and kept a firm grip on my arm as he peered down at me with a worried expression on his face.
“Are you okay?”
“The storm,” I gasped out, trying to keep my voice steady even though I could feel myself trembling all over as I stared up at him with wide eyes and clutched at his arm as though I was afraid that if I let go I would be blown away by the wind and disappear forever.
“We have to go back!”
“What about it?”
he said, looking more than a little bit perplexed as he stared down at me with an expression of confusion on his face, and I realized that I must look more than a little bit hysterical to him right now, yelling and shouting and screeching like a banshee as I ran towards the entrance of Greenlantis with a look of wild excitement on my face, and I tried to calm down and take a deep breath to steady myself as I took a moment to collect myself and tried to put my thoughts in order.
The thing is, there are different kinds of storms.
Some kinds of storms are really dangerous and can kill you if you get caught in them.
Other kinds of storms are more of an annoyance than anything else—like this one.
Even though it seemed bad at first, it probably wasn’t really going to amount to much, and since it didn’t look like it was going to get any better any time soon, I figured that we might as well make the best of things and try to find some way to push on in spite of it.
“Look, we can’t just turn back now,” I said at last, trying to sound calmer even though I was still feeling more than a little bit excited by all this as I caught his arm and held on tight, trying to get him to see reason and understand where I was coming from as I gazed up at him with wide, pleading eyes and waited for his reply.
“And if you’re worried about how cold it is, don’t be—we’ll be fine!”
“It’s not just the cold that you have to worry about,” he replied darkly as he narrowed his eyes and looked down at me with a frown on his face, his expression more than a little bit severe as he caught my arm and pulled me close, holding me tight against him so that I couldn’t run off again.
“If you go charging ahead like that you’re going to get frostbite—who knows what might happen if you do?
You could lose your fingers, or your toes, or even your nose!
“Look, I’ll be fine,” I said, trying to sound calm and composed as I looked up at him and tried to put on my best smile, even though I could feel my heart racing in my chest with a mixture of excitement and anticipation and there was a tiny part of me that was starting to get worried that he might be right.
“I’m tougher than I look, you know.I can handle it.”
“I don’t doubt that you can,” he replied darkly as he narrowed his eyes and stared down at me with a frown on his face, looking more than a little bit skeptical as he caught my arm and held me tight, making it clear that he was not about to let go of me any time soon.
“But that’s not the point.”
I gave him a pleading look and tried to get him to understand where I was coming from, but he just shook his head and frowned at me even more deeply in response.
“The point is, we don’t know what we’re getting into here—and we need to be careful.”
I gave him a pleading look and tried to get him to understand where I was coming from, but he just shook his head and frowned at me even more deeply in response.