Sunken City

With no cloud in sight, the sun shone bright, its rays penetrating the crystal blue water of the Mediterranean Sea.

Ela sprung from the water, catching the early warmth on her bare skin; the sea spread before her without a soul in sight. She inhaled the morning air and dived again, for a new day meant new places to be and new sites to see. She glided on the water heading straight to what her friends called The Sunken City.

As soon as her eyes caught glimpses of it, she realised her friends had every reason to gloat for it was beyond anything she had ever seen with huge red-rock statues of men in ancient garb and women carved from black stone; she remembered her father telling her tales of a mighty people who lived here centuries ago; they were called Pharaohs.

These images are taken from The Daily Mail's article on the discovery of the Sunken City of "Heracleion" near Alexandria, Egypt. The first is of the god Hapi and the second is of Isis.

This is my entry for this week's five-sentence fiction prompt: RUINS, hosted by Lillie McFerrin, who was kind enough to host my prompt this week.

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