The Legacy of Atlantis - The Awakening of Evil


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.


3. Ivan & Dimitri

The Planet of New Atlantis,

City of Pandora within the Elysium Zone

31st July 2017, 2:36 pm...


Ivan Romanoff was, along with hundreds of other students, vacating the school premises for the summer holidays. The dreaded Year Nine, or the first exam year, had drawn to a close and Ivan, as a result of studying hard, was sure that he had passed all his exams with flying colours.

He wished the same could be said for his twin brother Dimitri.

Ivan was hardworking, mostly serious, competitive and a little arrogant at times, whereas Dimitri was dyslexic, laid back, allergic to anything with the letters W-O-R-K in the title and an underachiever as a result of not being able to take anything seriously.

Suffice it to say that the two twins were very, very different.

Ivan liked a joke as much as the next man, but he realised that hard work and taking things seriously was often far more important.

Physical likeness was one of the few things that the boys had in common. That and the fact that they had both been enrolled in the Academy of Arcane Arts for two years running. There were many boarding schools that taught the use of Magic spanning Pandora, the capital city of New Atlantis, but the 'Arcane Academy' had the best statistics, hands down.

It was the longest serving school that trained young warlocks in the Arcane Arts, otherwise known as Magic, for one thing. And for another thing, the newly re-elected Director of Pandora, which was a fancy term for Democratic Leader, was a man named Lester Kincaid, who'd also been a student of the Arcane Academy in his youth.

The fact that one of the nation’s most accomplished warlocks had once been a student within their walls boosted the academy’s credentials even further.

Ivan's brother interrupted his train of thought by poking Ivan in the ribcage as they turned the corner of the street. Ivan flinched and scowled at his twin. "What's your problem, Dimitri?"

Ivan kept his hair neat, while Dimitri's hair, although also black, was spiky and unkempt. He gave Ivan a grin. "Just checking that you were still conscious. You know you haven't even said a word since we left school, and you've got your grimacing face on. This is a happy occasion, you know? Eight straight weeks of rotting my brain in front of the TV. What's not to like?"

"I was thinking," Ivan said shortly.


"Oh for godsakes!" Dimitri exclaimed loudly. "Stop fretting about your exams, Ivan. You did fine! We both know it! It's me who mucked up."

"I wasn't worrying about the exams," Ivan corrected him. "It's a nice day today, can't a fourteen-year-old boy take a walk down the street in peace?"


"Nice?" Dimitri raised his eyebrows. "This is what you call nice? It's nearly forty degrees out here. My skin feels like it's liquefying."

"You're always complaining," Ivan rolled his eyes. "Okay, so it's a little on the toasty side. So what?"

Understatement of the year.


The sun in the sky was beating down on the narrow street relentlessly - fortunately, the citizens of Pandora were more than capable of dealing with the situation. As Ivan and Dimitri walked past, they felt bursts of refreshingly cold wind rush past their face and arms. All around them, mothers were using Magic to conjure draughts to keep their infants cool and Fathers were casting enchantments to keep their childrens’ ice creams from melting.


"Hey, that's not a bad idea," Dimitri said, noticing what was going on around him and ignoring Ivan's question. "I wonder what would happen if I..."

Dimitri trailed off and closed his eyes, concentrating. He raised his forearms and Ivan realized what he was about to do.

"I don't think that's such a good-" Ivan began, but it was too late.

Dimitri pointed his fingers and sketched a symbol in the air - a triangle with the point facing downward. The shape was left glowing in the air, highlighted by supernatural neon blue light. Before Ivan could intervene, Dimitri completed the movement by pointing his palm outward and executing a pushing movement. The triangle evaporated, and was followed by the sound of rushing water and a burst of cool air.

Ivan darted two feet backward just in time as a gallon of water dropped from a metre above Dimitri and collided into him with a magnificent splash, drenching him from head to foot.



Dimitri paused for a moment as several passersby stared at him, shocked, and then he pushed the wet hair out of his eyes and grinned. "That hit the spot."


Ivan laughed.

“What are you laughing at?” Dimitri said indignantly. “I think you’ll find that the results of that little demonstration were completely satisfactory.”


“Well they would’ve been even more so if you paid more attention in class,” Ivan pointed out. “You do realize that when the Water Conjuring spell is cast properly, the sorcerer should be able to fully control the water. You could make it a stream, a jet…even use it to flood a building.”


“So what did I do?” Dimitri frowned.


“Your focus was all off,” Ivan said testily. “Not to mention that your Symbol was more of a…scalene triangle. It should be perfectly equilateral. Or as close as you can get it. Next time, try it like this.”


Ivan first closed his eyes and shut out the noises of the outside world. In an instant, he’d achieved perfect concentration. Without looking, Ivan raised one finger and sketched a second shape in the air. This one was smooth and perfectly sculpted so that each side of the triangle was perfect equal, unlike Dimitri’s shoddy attempt.


Once he’d etched the triangle, point downward, Ivan pushed his palm forward, which was the gesture to complete the spell.


There was a second rushing sound and another breeze, and as Ivan pushed his hands together until they were about a foot apart, a fine stream of clear water spurted from the perfect centre, equidistant to his palms. The stream of water arced in mid air and twirled, spiralled and moved through the air as though it were alive. It was truly a wondrous sight.


There was an unexpected cheer from the crowd of onlookers and a round of applause, which Ivan grinned and accepted genially. Dimitri shook his head and shoved at his brother’s hands. “Show off,” he tutted.


Ivan laughed. "Let's get you home before you cause any more trouble.”


Ivan and Dimitri's apartment building was only a few blocks away, on 23rd Avenue. They reached the building and were ascending to the fourth floor, where they lived, when Ivan remembered that he'd piled everything from his locker into his bag haphazardly and that his keys were probably right at the bottom. He sighed exasperatedly and Dimitri nodded sympathetically, as if he'd known what Ivan was thinking.

"Can't find your keys?' Dimitri guessed.


Ivan shrugged as they walked along the hallway of the fourth floor, counting the numbers that went past. "It's fine, I'll just use Magic to unlock the door, no biggie. Honestly, I don’t even know why I have the darn things.”


"I still don't know how you do that," Dimitri grinned. "I can use psychokinesis too, don't get me wrong, but I can’t actually use it to unlock a door. Why not just use the Unlocking Spell? It’s so much easier.”

Ivan couldn't resist having a dig. "Maybe if you paid more attention in class..." he shrugged.

Deep down, however, he knew that that had little to do with it. Moving objects with the power of his mind had been a skill Ivan had always been competent at - from a young age he'd been a complete natural. Sometimes, it was even like Ivan’s brain was a computer that could calculate the most effective means of utilizing kinetic energy.


It usually took Ivan a few moments to remember that he was, in fact, not a computer and that his brain did not possess a circuit board.




Dimitri’s reply interrupted Ivan’s thoughts. "For your information, Ivan, I do pay attention in class, just not the boring ones."


"Oh really?" Ivan asked, raising his eyebrows at his brother sceptically. “Why don’t you prove it?”

Ivan felt somebody tap his shoulder. "I’m over here," said a voice.


Ivan whipped around and saw Dimitri standing behind him, grinning from ear-to-ear. "How did you...?" he trailed off as he turned back and saw another Dimitri standing in front of him. "How are you...?"


Dimitri smiled, and then made a gesture like he was miming a phone. He turned his hand around, so that the back of his hand was facing Ivan, and then opened out his hand before doubling his fist.

This was the hand gesture to cancel out any spell and was one of the first things taught in schools.


Sure enough, the second Dimitri, the one that Ivan had previously thought was his brother, dissipated in a brilliant golden glow.



"Relax, Ivan," Dimitri chuckled. "It was just an illusion."

Ivan was surprised - it took quite a bit of both practice and power to conjure an illusion that realistic, and he'd never know his brother had ad it in him. "Whoa...I never knew you could do that."

"There's loads you don't know," Dimitri drawled.


Ivan rolled his eyes as they reached the end of the corridor and stood outside door number 31c. Ivan raised the first two fingers of his right hand and paused for a moment, concentrating his power to one purpose. Without warning, Ivan flicked his wrist so that his palm was pointing upward.

There was a slight click as the lock snapped back. Ivan turned his hand back over and the doorknob rotated, and then he flattened his palm, jutting his fingers outward and the door swung open.


Dimitri whistled, impressed. "Wish I could do it like that."

"That's nothing," Ivan bragged. "Wait till you see me changing a loo roll without lifting a finger."


He laughed uproariously. "On a serious note, though, I've been practicing my psychokinetic abilities and skills since before I started going to school, so I don't really expect your skills in this particular art to be anywhere near mine. Sort of like you and your can replicate yourself multiple times effortlessly, whereas I would struggle to do it once."


Ivan and Dimitri stepped inside the warm embrace of their home, which they'd not seen since the last holidays, and walked through the corridor, the welcoming smell greeting them like an old friend.


Ivan expected to hear the familiar sound of his mother bustling around in the kitchen, attempting and failing to cook dinner. When all he heard was silence, Ivan remembered - his mother was on the other side of the city on a business trip. Having her out of the house for days on end would be odd, but he would adjusting.


Dimitri pushed past Ivan and rumbled into the lounge. In his usual manoeuvre, he jumped the back of the sofa and dumped himself down between the cushions.

Ivan rolled his eyes. While Dimitri wasted his life away on cartoons, he'd go to his room and have a serious think about what to do with his future. Of course, he wouldn't really know what career he was best suited for until his exam results turned up in a few weeks. He'd just have to wait it out.

Dimitri was so interested in the TV screen, he didn’t even see the unfamiliar man sitting behind him in the corner of the room.


The man smiled. “I used to love this show.”



Ivan froze for a second and then turned tail, his heart accelerating, and raced into the lounge. Sitting on the far side of the table was a man dressed solidly in black. He had a cold, calculating smile on his face and a black knife in his hand with a jagged, cruelly curved blade.

“Afternoon, gents,” the man said pleasantly. “My name is Adam and I’ll be your assailant this afternoon. Before we get started…let me just clarify that you both probably fancy your chances of, if not overpowering me, then at the very least escaping from one guy with a knife of all things.

“But I think it only sporting to let you know that this is folly,” the man smiled widely. “So listen up, because I’m only going to say this once. When we get there, behave yourselves and you’ll be unharmed.”


“When we get where?” Dimitri blurted.


“Adam” made a slight movement – a flick of the wrist. Suddenly, the world went dark.





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