Prologue 4 Part 3: Atlantis

With my path open, I advanced into the tent. Inside, I found the water guy sitting on a decorative seat positioned to the side. In the center of the tent, I found a large throne-like chair taking up enough space for a person to sleep on it, and that is what I found. A man in shiny lion themed heavy armor was sleeping on the luxurious chair, with his right forearm covering his closed eyes.

After I made my way into the tent, the lion guy sat up and began scrutinizing me. As he was looking at me top-to-bottom, our eyes locked. I was expecting to see regular human-like eyes, like the pair the water guy had. However, what I found was in contrast to my expectations. A pair of white eyes with red pupils, surrounded by gold irises, met my confused gaze.

"You look confused, and probably think you have every right to be. However, you're wrong. To put it simple, you have stumbled onto something you were never meant to. In American terms, you have stumbled onto a Black Ops operation. But with all things considered, and the laws of our government, you won't be killed." The lion guy explained me my predicament. I recognized his voice as the voice I heard first after waking up earlier.

"Be grateful for your life being spared. But remember, don't thank me, thank the Councilor." Lion guy finished his piece and waved his hand toward a man to his right.

Turning to my left, I saw a man sitting while exuding a demeanor that made me think I was just another chore for him. Dressed like a white-collar office worker in a full-blown suit and tie, the man had a presence that rivalled air in outer space. I hadn't noticed him until he was pointed to, and that made me all the more wary of him. His eyes made it even worse, as they were something that I felt myself unconsciously avoiding.

"Like Commander Mora said, your life will be spared according to our laws. However, that doesn't mean you can leave. As you have seen what happened on the lake, you will be taken back to our origin. This might seem unfair to you, as you were just a passerby in your eyes. To us and to the Terran Accords between our worlds, you have witnessed a secret that cannot be exposed. As such, you will be taken back with us, where the secret not a secret, and you can move on with your life. Got any questions?" The Councilor explained my god-forsaken situation even further, making me fall into despair.

I could only think of my parents, who I wouldn't be able to even say farewell to. It was only after I calmed down, did I recognize his voice as the authoritative voice I had heard earlier.

"Oh, and since you're 14 years of age, you will be placed into our education system as an orphan that was scouted by Commander Mora. Furthermore, you will be given the rights you used to have as a Terran, but it will be as an Atlantean. Just in case you haven't heard of an Atlantean before, they're originally from Terra, just like you." Saying that, The Councilor got up from his seat, which I just noticed did not exist.

He then turned to nod at the other two men, then to me. As our eyes met, I realized why I might have been avoided them unconsciously. The Councilor's eyes, white with white pupils and black irises, radiated a feeling of slight mental pressure as soon as I saw them. After he looked at me for about a second, he walked to the tent's entrance, before giving me his last piece of advice.

"You have some promise. Be careful of those below you, around you and especially those above you. Come find me once you become a Master Guardian. That should be enough time. Ha! Ha! Ha!" He left laughing after his advice.

After the Councilor left, Commander Mora directed one of his guards waiting outside to take back to my tent (the one I woke up in). Reaching there, I found my old clothes and some more sets of clothes identical to the ones I currently wore. Taking the time to relax and finally accept what was happening to me, I began memorizing everything that happened to me from leaving my birthday party to being sent to school in another world.

The one thing that I caught onto in the Councilor's monologue, was that Atlantis was real, and I am going where it disappeared to. To be honest, I was surprised that 3 impossible things on my bucket list would be fulfilled: travel to another world to start from scratch, work on finding Atlantis and learn magic for real.

As everything that happened to me had me go though an emotional rollercoaster, there was one thing that bugged me. The Councilor said I was 14, but I am 21.

To whoever finds this message, turn it in to the authorities on Earth, so they can learn about a power that has the ability to traverse dimensions, and enough firepower to blow up planets. I have written the details of my 'first contact' with said power. I was lucky enough to survive my encounter, but my experience with the water guy, who's I learned was called Wern, told me that others have died due to the absence of a Councilor.

I am now living as an Atlantean Atlas Guardian in a country called Arkeatris. To get here I have done unspeakable things, even take part in a genocide. The Councilor mentioned that I had a genetic mutation that allowed me to have an extremely high mental tolerance compared to others on Earth. Without such a safety net, I would have died before graduating from school. I am sending this letter bottle through a dimensional rift I happened to find in an attempt to save others from my fate. Good luck Terra.

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Now that she was done transcribing the letter, the museum's expert immediately called the Museum Curator to ask about to do about the contents of the letter. Soon after, the original parchment roll and the bottle ended up in a secure atmosphere regulated government vault. The museum's curator, chief artifact restoration expert and system data disappeared.