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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6. Jason & Sebastian

The planet of New Atlantis,

the city of Pandora within the Elysium Zone

31st July 2017, 4:00 pm...

 

Schools all over the city were breaking up and the skateboard park was slowly but surely filling up with uniformed students all talking and laughing.

Fifteen-year-old Jason Wolf would've given anything to be one of them.

To anybody who didn't know him, Jason looked like a perfectly ordinary boy - just above average height and on the skinny side with light brown hair and a pale, pointed face. His appearance gave the impression of someone who was peaceful and calm-spirited, but didn’t eat enough.

To those who did know him, Jason was the opposite of how he appeared - in fact, he was quite dangerous.

Since he was eleven years old, Jason had found that when his anger built up, he became almost unable to control his magical ability. Glass exploded, books flew off of their shelves and orbited him and electrical appliances went haywire.

And that was on a good day.

 

Jason and his mother had only moved to Pandora after…no, it wasn’t even worth thinking about. Jason’s expression darkened whenever thoughts of what had happened in his hometown surfaced.

 

Jason had never had a day of school in this city. His mother had thought it best to keep him out of school and away from bullies. Jason’s thin frame and gangly appearance was a red light to bullies, and by picking on him they might just get more than they’d bargained for.

 

Instead, Jason had been attending specially designed lessons where he was taught to master his emotions to ensure that he never went nuclear again.

Now, two years later, Jason was doing much better. His extraordinary power had not reduced in the slightest, but being able to control his emotions had allowed him to prevent any more disasters. Not only that, but Jason’s tutor, Sean Keanu, had taught him how to suppress the Magical energy within him so as not to draw attention to himself.

 

If Magic built up high enough, any other being in the vicinity would be able to sense it.

 

Regularly going to the skate park was one of the ways that helped Jason to calm down when he was annoyed or angry, mostly because he was useless on a skateboard and it absorbed all of his concentration just to not fall off.

 

Today, though, Jason was scanning the crowds of students for the familiar face of his best friend Sebastian. Last time Jason had seen "Bastian" in person, he'd been on his way back to school since the new term was beginning. Since then, the two had shared many a phone call and Bastian was eager to find out how Jason's anger-management training was going first hand.

"Jace!" the familiar sound of Jason's nickname interrupted his thoughts.

 

He turned around and saw Bastian jogging towards him from the park gate fifty yards away. Bastian normally had an untidy mop of blond, curly hair that was all over the place, but since Jason had seen him last, Bastian had cut his hair short. He'd also gotten a bit taller and more muscular - Jason had never been obsessed with his physique.

"Bastian!" Jason grinned. "Long time no see."

"You can talk," Bastian laughed. "How's you?"

 

"Better," Jason shrugged. "I'm not blowing up any more light bulbs if that's what you mean."

"Can't complain with that," Bastian smiled. "Right?"

 

"I guess," Jason nodded. He used his foot to flick the skateboard up into his hands. "I'm still a walking nuclear battery, though."

"I wish I had your problems," Bastian laughed. "I just finished Year Nine...you know what that means?"

Jason shrugged. "Search me."

 

"It means that if I didn't get at least a pass mark on over half of my exams, I'll probably end up sweeping the streets," Bastian chuckled. "But I don’t expect you to empathise. All you've got to worry about is that-"

 

"That at any moment I might turn thermonuclear and take out half the city?" Jason asked. "That I might get so angry I supernova and turn the planet into a barren wasteland? That I might cause the entire city's power grid to short circuit and plunging Pandora and the surrounding area into the Dark Ages? Yeah, what am I worrying about?" Jason added sarcastically.

"Well when you put it that way," Bastian chuckled. "Oh yeah...I almost forgot. I missed your birthday the other week."

 

"Don't worry about it," Jason shrugged. "You were away, weren't you?"

"Nonetheless," Bastian smiled. "I got you something."

 

Jason sighed. "It better not be another one of your bloody textbooks."

"Oh come on," Bastian laughed. "The last one was pure gold."

 

"It was a manual on Magical Culinary Skills," Jason rolled his eyes. "A Magical Cookbook, if you will."

"Cooking with Magic is a useful life skill," Bastian argued.

 

"Not if, like me, you burn toast without Magic," Jason chuckled. "Anyway...what'd you get me this time?"

 

 

Bastian flipped open the bag that hung by his side, and removed a hardback volume with a handsome brown cover and a brass clasp. "Check it out. Some of the most complicated spells a sorcerer can cast are listed in this book. I figured with your enhanced power that it'd be a doddle. Trust me, some of the things in here are wicked."

Jason chuckled. "Thanks, Bastian. Mind hanging onto it for me? I didn’t bring a bag.”

 

Bastian chuckled. “Not a problem. Watch this – I learnt it a few weeks before the end of term.”

 

Bastian sandwiched the book between his palms and concentrated for a second. The book began to glow with bright, silvery light, and then suddenly it shrunk to the size of an eraser with a faint pop. The silver glow faded and Bastian held out the now tiny book proudly. “Not bad, eh? That’ll fit in your pocket, right?”

Jason laughed and took the minute book, pocketing it swiftly. “Thanks.”

 

"Ah, don't mention it," Bastian laughed genially and gave his friend a playful punch to the arm. "So..." he added.

 

"So what?" Jason asked.

 

Bastian raised two fingers and flicked his wrist. Jason started as his skateboard darted out from underneath his foot and rose into the air, wheels spinning.

Bastian expertly rotated his wrist and the skateboard mimicked his movement, spinning in the air. "So let's see what you got!"

 

 

Several hours, cans of fizzy drinks and toilet breaks later, the sky was rapidly darkening over the skate park, and all but two of its inhabitants had long since vacated the premises.

Those two were Jason and Bastian. Since four o’ clock in the afternoon the two had been fooling around on skateboards, and both of them were covered in cuts and grazes. Bastian hopped up onto the low, whitewashed wall that ran around the skate park to catch his breath. He rolled up his trouser leg to keep his freshest cut exposed - a three-inch wound on his left kneecap.

"Maybe we should be heading home, Jace," Bastian wondered aloud.

 

"Few more minutes," Jason smiled, executing a perfect kick-flip. It'd taken him almost all summer to learn how to do it.

 

"Come on, man, I'm aching all over," Bastian complained.

 

"Stop being a girl," Jason teased, stumbling while attempting a complicated manoeuvre and dropping onto his butt while the board rolled away. "Ow!"

"Now who's being a girl?" Bastian laughed. He suddenly stopped, and sat up straight. "Hold on...something's wrong..."

"What now?" Jason sighed exasperatedly. "D'you lose your keys again?"

 

"I haven't done that since Tuesday," Bastian tut-tutted. "This is different. There's something...not quite right about you. I can't put my finger on it."

"Yeah, I reek of sweat," Jason said. "I should probably have a shower, what d'you think? Maybe we should be heading back."

 

"It's not that," Bastian hopped down off the wall and examined his friend's complexion. "Jace...how many times do you think you've dropped off that skateboard today?”

"Tons!” Jason laughed. “Why d’you ask? You were there right?”

 

"If we've both been try and failing to learn to skateboard since four o’ clock," Bastian began. "Then why am I covered in cuts and you're completely unscathed?"

 

"Huh?" Jason asked, giving Bastian his full attention now. He quickly gave his arms a once-over, and then rubbed his grubby hands over his face. It was true - Jason did not bare a single cut, graze or imperfection at all. "Oh that," he grinned, it all coming back to him. "It's a new trick I found out that I can do just the other day...I can heal myself."

 

"You what?" Bastian's eyes widened.

 

"Yeah, I can heal myself," Jason nodded. "Well...it's not exactly me doing it. It's like whenever I get injured, even if it's something tiny like a paper cut or a wasp sting...I heal automatically. It's exactly like casting a Healing Spell, except I don't do it. It's like my body's doing it for me, like it's reacting to something. That make any sense?"

"Hold on, I'm still caught up on the 'I can heal myself' bit," Bastian spluttered. "I have attended over a hundred first aid lessons at school, and I know for a fact that it takes a truckload of energy and concentration to trigger cellular regeneration. Even a fully accomplished sorcerer should find it difficult to heal somebody else, much less himself."

 

"Watch this," Jason grinned. He placed his right hand on Bastian's left shoulder and closed his eyes, focusing his power.

Heal, he thought determinedly. Immediately, waves of golden energy burst from Jason's wrist and began to wash over Bastian's entire body. Cuts, grazes and open wounds closed themselves...even Bastian's energy levels felt like they were replenishing.

Bastian was speechless.

 

"Difficult," Jason said, removing his hand from Bastian's shoulder. "But doable."

Bastian examined his arms and hands in awe. "That's ridiculous, this should be impossible! I know it's impossible!"

 

"Actually, Mr Kovareyan," said a gruff, eerie voice. "You're quite wrong about that."

Bastian jumped in shock and then swivelled around. "Who the hell was that?!”

 

A dark shadow was standing on the other side of the wall, dressed completely in black with features shrouded in shadow. "Evening, gents," the newcomer said pleasantly. "Now, I imagine you've had a long day, so I'm going to keep this brief and to the point. I'm here to abduct you. Now we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. The choice is yours, but I assure you...I am accustomed to getting my way."

Jason instinctively recoiled, and he wasn't the only one - Bastian was also cautiously backing away.

"Bastian, run," Jason said confidently. "Get out of here. I'll buy you time."

 

"No way am I leaving you here," Bastian said, doing his best to put on a brave expression. "Together, we have the advantage. He's outnumbered."

"Not exactly, my young friend," the man growled.

 

“What are you talking about?” Bastian asked quizzically. “There’s two of us and one of you.”

“I didn’t mean that part,” the man said exasperatedly. “I meant the part about my being at a disadvantage.”

“Oh...oh, right,” Bastian said meekly. “Well…we don’t have anything you want! We’re just kids. Leave us alone and go bother someone else.”

 

“No, Bastian,” Jason shook his head. “People with posh accents like this guy don’t just randomly decide to abduct the first two kids they see in a park. This is a lot more coordinated, don’t you think? This guy meant to come after us. Isn’t that right?” Jason shouted at the man.

 

“Not bad,” the man laughed. “Nice deduction. It won’t save you, though.”

 

 

Suddenly, the man evaporated, and was replaced by a mass of thick, dark smog that moved and flowed supernaturally. The fog moved toward them, phasing through the brick wall and then merged into itself, transforming back into the dark shape of their assailant.

 

Bastian was quick to act, which surprised Jason. He flicked his wrist like a gunslinger, exactly as he had done earlier, and telekinetically moved the skateboard that lay on the ground behind the man. The board shifted slightly and then flew upward, veering straight on course to smash into the back of the man's head.

At the speed it was travelling, the blow could have potentially knocked the man out cold, but Bastian never counted on him being just as quick on the draw.

 

The boys' dark assailant snapped his fingers effortlessly and the board exploded in a shower of wood and splinters. "As you can see," the man said. "My Magical skills are far beyond yours. The wise thing for you to do is surrender. No harm will come to you, I promise."

 

"So what do you want with us?" Bastian barked.

The man laughed. "Need-to-know basis, Sebastian. All will be made clear, very soon."

 

Jason inhaled deeply and shut his eyes, blotting out all distractions.

"What are you up to?" Bastian whispered. "Please tell me you have a plan."

 

"One of my new tricks," Jason whispered back. In normal tones, he said. "I can sense your power. You're strong...really strong. But you're not as strong as I am."

Somehow, Jason knew the man was smiling. "You're right, of course Mr Wolf," the man agreed. "My power is nowhere near either of yours. But our skill levels? That's a different story."

 

The simple fact that this man had agreed that both Bastian and Jason were stronger than he was had restored Bastian’s confidence, and even though Bastian knew that the man’s skills were on a different level, he fancied his chances. Bastian smiled jeeringly. “So stop talking and-“

 

It happened so fast that there was nothing Jason could have done. The man made a lightning-quick slashing movement with his right hand and there was a slight snick. Bastian keeled over and hit the ground, unmoving. "How about you stop talking,” said the man coldly.

 

"What have you done?" Jason shouted, dread gripping his heart.

"Relax," the man chuckled. "He's just paralysed. Now, if you ever want him to move again, I suggest that you-"

 

BLAM!!

 

Jason threw up his arms akimbo as his power level peaked and the temperature in his hands ramped all the way up to boiling point. There was a flash of brilliant blue, and the man made a lightning-quick movement in the nick of time.

A translucent force field blocked the gap between Jason and his assailant, and the burst of energy collided into the shield, forcing the man backward several feet.

 

Jason stood, arms outstretched, his hands wracked with agony and searing blue sparks running up and down his forearms.

 

"What...did you...do?” the man growled, his force field fading.

"Energy manipulation," Jason said stiffly. "Easy when you know how."

 

"Crenshaw never said you could…I read your file, you're not immune to the ill-effects of electricity," the man snarled, more to himself than anyone else. "That means..." he paused and lowered his gaze to Jason's hands. There were completely fried and covered in red welts, a result of discharging lightning without first protecting himself. However, even as the man watched, Jason's hands healed themselves with waves of golden energy.

 

Jason flexed his new appendages experimentally.

 

"That's a cool trick," the man admitted. "Now let me show you mine."

 

He slashed his fingers horizontally and Jason felt something in his brain snap. And then he slipped from consciousness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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