Harry broke the tenuous silence that followed. "And then there’s the larger problem on our hands... How are we going to identify who’s controlling that crystal? I thought somehow when we got here, the answer might be apparent" he said, looking out one of the large open windows into the peaceful afternoon glow of Atlantis. People milled about the city, walking hand in hand, and children ran and played in the streets. It was a picture of paradise, really. There was no indication that anyone knew anything was awry in the world above. They had been magically protected here for centuries. Even if the world above was destroyed, flooded... They would be safe here, as they had always intended, protecting their magic and their legacy. 