Unable to resist, Tate felt the needle enter his arm and soon blackness overtook him, as the drug did its deed.
When Marcus Tate opened his eyes, he was no longer in the sickbay. In fact, he seemed to no longer be on Mars. He stood up and looked around the vast marble temple. Statues lined the walls. One was of Zeus. Another was of Hera, he thought. And another was of Poseidon. He walked through the temple, looking at the various statues. But then he froze when he saw the last one in line.
It was a statue of Fianna!
"Fianna?" Tate said, not quite believing what he was seeing. All of the statues were of gods and goddesses. Why would there be one of Fianna? She was just as human as he was.
"Who speaks my name?" a voice rang out. Tate recognized it immediately. He turned and saw Fianna, dressed in a luxurious white gown. He didn't think he had ever seen her looking so beautiful.
"Fianna! You're okay!" Tate yelled with happiness, as he ran towards her.
Suddenly her face twisted with hate. Not the kind of reaction Tate was expecting. "How dare you not bow to your goddess!"
"Goddess? Fianna, you're not a goddess. You're ..."
"Blasphemy!" She waved her hand in the air and suddenly Tate fell to the ground, as if the gravity had become three times as powerful.
He looked up at her as best he could. What had Zeus done to her? She didn't even remember who she was.
She waved her hand again and suddenly, Tate was overcome with darkness.
Tate woke up, sweating. He had most vivid dream. But was it really a dream, or was it real? Part of him hoped it wasn't. If it was, then maybe Fianna couldn't be saved.
