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.


4. Samantha Montague

The planet of New Atlantis,

The city of Valhalla within the Elysium Zone

31st July 2017, 3:36 pm...


Samantha Montague had always been the star pupil of her school.

Not only was her IQ high but whenever she was in a bad mood, things tended to catch fire. Doctors had recommended her to geneticists, who’d run tests, and concluded that her Overall Strength Level (which was how strong with Magic a sorcerer or sorceress was) was incredibly high for her age.


Samantha's parents had big plans for her in the future and had paid ridiculous amounts of money to get her the best education possible.

Samantha attended the Chen-Xian Academy, the best school of magic within the city limits, but even their advanced coursework and notoriously strict teachers wasn't enough to slow Samantha's ascent to the top. She answered every question, turned in every homework assignment ahead of schedule and took more classes than anybody.


Within months of her enrolment, Samantha was moved to the Advanced Class, where she was given twice the work, double the classes and half the time to do it in.

It didn't even faze her.


In the space of a few short weeks, the fifteen-year-old girl had found herself spending most of her time at school enclosed within the dimly lit Development classroom, where a specially selected team of scientists attempted to push her to the limits of her Magical ability, day by day.


At the moment, Samantha wasn't feeling very strained. She'd already been able to tap into the thoughts of all the scientists in the room, turn a whistle into a compass of equal size and make the watery contents of a mug vanish into thin air. And now, they wanted her to push the mug all the way around the room using only her mind.

Samantha regarded it as kids' stuff.


The room wasn't very big - about four feet wide with navy blue carpets and beige wallpaper. The only other thing in the room, apart from the mug, was a large mirror set in the wall. Samantha knew that the mirror was really a sheet of one-way glass that connected the room to the scientists' booth, where they kept an eye on her.

"Samantha," came a voice, slightly distorted. "Are you having trouble carrying out the task?"

Samantha was sat cross-legged on the carpet. She scowled. "No," she said defiantly. "Not at all."

With her arms folded crossly, Samantha flexed the muscles of her mind, and suddenly, the mug darted forward as if yanked by a string. Just as it seemed as if the mug were about to crash into the wall and shatter, it veered to the right and curved the corner, completing a full circuit of the room before coming back to rest by Samantha's knee.

"Piece of cake," Sam remarked.


There was some whispering from behind the mirror. No doubt they were running out of tests to give her. "Why don't we take a break?" the voice suggested. "Get some fresh air?"

"Fine," Sam shrugged. And she was fine.

Out in the bright hallway, Sam blinked as her eyes adjusted. She removed her hairband and let her long blonde hair tumble down her shoulders and rolled her shirtsleeves up to her elbows. This whole 'Development' program was a big waste of time - the only purpose it served was to let Sam's parents think that these so-called scientists actually had a scheme in mind for taking Sam's abilities to the next level.

Sam knew the truth, though. She was unique, and no one fully understood what she actually was, whatever they might say.

Deep in thought, Samantha began absent-mindedly strolling down the squeaky linoleum floor of the corridor outside the Development room. Classes were still in session, so the corridor was completely deserted. Suddenly, a painting on the wall caught her eye - it was nothing special, just an impressionist's depiction of a burning furnace.

Sam felt her gut knot. A little known fact was that Samantha was adopted - her biological parents had died in a fire when Samantha had been young. Even at that age, she was old enough to understand what had happened – Sam had started the fire.

Accidentally of course, but it had still happened. Experts said that at Samantha's age, Pyromancy should have been practically impossible, but Samantha was way past listening to their opinions. They hadn't been in the furnace with her. They hadn't tasted the heat and walked through fire unscathed.


Instead of feeling sorry for herself and developing a lifelong fear of fire, as would have been the default human reaction, Samantha devoted much of her life to mastering her gift for Pyromancy.

When Sam was twelve, she'd read up on the legends of a clan that lived in Volcanic regions. This clan was a Pyromancer clan. Sam decided on the spot that this clan was exactly what she needed to perfect her art. For six months, Sam went AWOL, driving her parents mad with worry.

Finding her was never a problem – a quick telepathic scan told authorities that Sam was way out in the Volcanic region of Thermypolae. But therein lay the problem – Thermypolae was out of bounds, even for the New Atlantean Military Police. The island itself was rumoured to be infested by Vampires and all manner of dark creatures, not to mention dangerous, flame-throwing sorcerers.

Samantha was as good as dead to them.

After spending six months under the training of the greatest Pyromancers in the world, Samantha had returned home with skills way beyond that of any girl her age. But to Sam, she'd acquired something even more precious. Hope.

Half a year before, Samantha had thought that learning to wield flames was impossible for her. Now, she knew differently. So what other feats could become possible? Time travel? Maybe even the ability to reverse death?

A family...a true family was all that Sam had ever wanted. Her foster parents, or her supply parents as she preferred to think of her, saw her potential to boost their own social status. They didn't love her as their own, not that they would ever admit it.

A real family of her own was something that Sam wanted desperately and was prepare to go to any extreme to get it. And that meant increasing her own power...furthering her skills and a whole lot of travelling and research.

Sadly, the school she was at just wasn't equipped to handle this.


Sam glanced around to make sure nobody was watching, and then pulled a pamphlet from her pocket. The pamphlet advertised a school way out in the capital - the Academy of Arcane Arts.

It was, by all accounts, the top-ranked school anywhere on New Atlantis, and as Sam gazed at the pamphlet, she thought, 'One day I'll make it here. I need to. It's the one place that can take my abilities to the next level. It's the one place that will understand my abilities.

"You're wrong about that," said a strange and unfamiliar voice.

Sam whipped around, surprised, and saw a man standing at the other end of the corridor. He was dressed from head to toe in black with a polo neck and a baseball cap. In his right hand, he flipped a huge knife malevolently. One moment he was gripping the handle, the next the blade. "I'm sorry, did I startle you?"

"Who are you?" Sam scowled, wary of the fact that she hadn't heard him approaching on the squeaky linoleum floor.

"You can call me Adam," the man began to draw closer slowly. "But that's not important. What is important is that you are wrong. That academy is not the only place where you can better understand your gifts, Ms Montague."

Sam raised her eyebrows. She had yet to meet an individual, save herself, who could tap into thoughts without physical contact. Or at least without showing some kind of mental effort. Of course, they did exist. But it was immensely difficult to pull off. "You heard that?"

"Clever girl," the man said, a smile in his voice.

Sam eyed the knife in his hand. "What's that for?"

"This?" Adam asked, raising the blade. "Just a prop. To ensure that I have your full attention. If you'd prefer I put it away...?"

Sam nodded her head at once.

Adam reached into the recesses of his trench coat to sheathe his knife. "Believe me when I say this is for the sake of efficiency only and as long as you refrain from defying me, you’ll be in no danger. Oh yeah, and…this might tickle a little.”

"What are you-?" Samantha began.


Adam made a slight gesture, and suddenly, Sam felt something in her brain snap. She was out cold before she hit the ground.



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