you investigate the fountain, or at least what once was a fountain.
you see engravings either worn away by time or covered by algae.
in its center its once intricate statues have now been reduced to rubble.
plants jut through the cracked marble.
you find it funny in a sort of sad way that a fountain is underwater.
before you can ponder the fountain anymore, two pairs of scaley hands grab you and cover your mouth.
you thrash around, but you are simply unable to fight in the water.
they cover your eyes and bind your hands and feet.
they begin to drag you to god knows where. you wince as your skin is rubbed against the rough, pebbly sand floor.
all you can hear is their strange, guttural language as it echoes through the water.
open your eyes