The Legacy of Atlantis - The Awakening of Evil

Magic.

Is it real? Is it a myth? There are people all over who will argue both cases. Some people will even tell you that magic is science we are unable to comprehend. At the end of the day, it doesn't matter what other people tell you. All that matters is what I tell you right now.

I come from a world thought long gone by you and your people. It's better that way. For hundreds of years, the planet of New Atlantis has prospered in peace and, well...prosperity. That all changed when I ventured into a whole new world of forces that were beyond both my control and understanding, and now chaos lurks around every corner.

Believe it or not, I'm the only one who can stop it.

My name is Jason Wolf and in order for me to succeed, I need you to believe in the impossible. Trust me when I say that the fate of both our worlds hang in the balance.

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9. Eugene Anderson

 

Planet Earth

Manhattan, New York

5th August 2017, 16:00 pm...

 

Even with a mediocre apartment on 34th street and a below average paying job, Eugene was managing to adjust to life on Earth. Every day he told himself that his exile was the best course of action - everyday that he'd been allowed to roam free, innocent people had died, and it had only been getting worse.

There was no cure for his condition, no drugs that he could take and no experts to consult...and short of execution, this had been the only solution to the situation.

Living on Earth so far away from the Dark Star had had some negative effects on Eugene and the first six months of his year on Earth had been filled with bouts of sickness, uncontrollable vomiting, mind-numbing headaches and unbearable stomach cramps, the symptoms that occurred when a sorcerer's body was suffering a Magic deficiency.

Now, Eugene was adjusting nicely. However, he missed the sickness and the headaches. He'd felt like it was his one link back to his home planet and now, Eugene felt like he'd been totally cut off from New Atlantis. But worst of all, Eugene missed his family. 

 

He missed his wife, his brother, his twin girls.

 

Telling himself that his exile was partly to protect them didn't make missing them any easier. It didn't help to ease the pain that came with the knowledge that he'd never see them again, either. Of course, the choice had been out of Eugene's hands - it had been the New Atlantean High Command that had sentenced him to exile, but it didn't make Eugene feel any less responsible for abandoning his loved ones.

And now, instead of celebrating his and wife's anniversary every year, instead of reading his daughters stories before bed...he was attempting and failing to cook without Magic.

Two years ago, this would have been a simple affair. Eugene would've snapped his fingers and conjured up something both edible and delicious. However, unless burnt steak, charred vegetables and a jar of week-old chilli was something of a gourmet meal on this planet, then he was eating Chinese Takeout.

Again.

 

Eugene scooped a handful of unevenly chopped carrots into a colander, placed the knife flat on the cutting board and moved the frying pan from the fire of his gas cooker. Maybe he could order pizza this time.

"You're really not cut out for this cooking thing, are you?" said a strange voice from behind him.

 

Eugene whipped around and was shocked to see a woman in her early twenties on his couch. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes and wore a burgundy leather jacket, denim shorts and converse sneakers. "Who are you?!" he barked. "How did you get in here?!"

The woman reached inside her jacket and pulled out a small, black pistol. "Let's both just calm down, before I do something I'll regret," she said with a grin. "Oh! I didn't introduce myself! Where are my manners, huh? My name is Renata Delacour. And you?"

Eugene paused. "Eugene," he said stiffly.

 

"Oh goodie," Renata smiled. "That means I've broken into the right house."

 

"Listen, Renata," Eugene said, not bothering to raise his hands. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into. Just take what you want, leave and I'll forget you were ever here."

"Oh, I know all about you and your condition, wolf boy," Renata smiled. "And what would you do if I said there was a sniper-wielding assassin 300 feet away ready to put a bullet through your heart?"

 

Back on New Atlantis, Eugene had been an Advanced Marine - one of the elite. This kind of situation was nothing to him, and although he hadn't had any action for months, Eugene felt totally relaxed.

 

"I'd call your bluff," Eugene said boldly.

 

"What's that, then?" Renata asked, pointing at Eugene's chest.

 

Eugene looked down and saw a red dot hovering steadily over his heart. He was speechless.

"Silver bullet," Renata repeated. "Kills a werewolf stone dead, am I right?"

"How could you know-?" Eugene spluttered. "You're just-"

 

"Just what?" Renata raised her eyebrows. "How could I know about werewolves? About Magic? About New Atlantis? I have my sources, believe me. I also know about how you were exiled because of your condition."

 

"That was for my own good and the benefit of those around me," Eugene blurted.

"Is that what they told you?" Renata asked. "Or do you really believe it?"

"Of course I believe it," Eugene said immediately.

 

"You lie terribly, Eugene," Renata shook her head disappointedly. "The good news is that you can have justice for the ways that you were wronged. The good news is that we have a common enemy - we've both been wronged by the magical government, the so-called High Command."

"What do you mean?" Eugene asked.

 

"The Command broke up my family," Renata said bitterly. "But not to worry - we plan to conquer New Atlantis by force.

 

"What can you possibly hope to do against sorcerers?" Eugene laughed.

"More than you know," Renata smiled. "And here's the kicker - you're going to help us."

"Is that right?" Eugene asked sarcastically. "Good luck persuading me to do that."

Renata squeezed the trigger of her gun and a tranquiliser dart shot from the muzzle and buried itself into Eugene's thigh. The room instantly blurred and began spinning. Within seconds, Eugene had hit the floor, out cold.

"More good news," Renata said to an empty room. "I don't require your consent. Pleasure doing business, Eugene."

 

 

 

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