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.


11. The Escape

The planet of New Atlantis, somewhere within the Asphodel Zone

Time Unknown

1st August 2017



The voice was blurred and distorted, tangled within the pain that coursed through Jason’s head.

"Jace, wake up!!" the voice came again, slightly clearer.


Jason's vision was inky black and his ears buzzed uncomfortably. Not to mention that his fingers and toes were completely numb.

Suddenly, Jason felt the sensation of cold, and then the feeling of something trickling down his neck onto his bare chest. Somebody had tossed cold water onto his face. His vision spun into focus and the buzzing in his ears quietened. Jason was lying on the cold, hard floor of a concrete cellblock that was about ten feet high and twelve feet across, surrounded by several faces looking down at him.


"Where am I?" Jason asked, or at least he meant to. His brain said 'where am I?', but his mouth said:



"It's just the sedative," said a familiar voice. "It should wear off momentarily. Here, let's sit you up. Ivan."

"Sure," said a second voice.


Jason felt his entire body being lifted by some invisible force, and then his back being placed against the cell wall. Jason opened his bloodshot eyes and lifted his chin, which felt like it weighed about 2.3 tonnes. The first speaker crouched down next to Jason and his face became clear.

"Bastian?" Jason croaked groggily.

"The one, the only and the best," Bastian grinned. "How you feeling, Jace?"


"Like crap," Jason admitted, laughing weakly. "What…what happened to me?"

"You don't remember?" Bastian raised his eyebrows. "We were in the skateboard park...that guy came for us...I don't really remember much either..."

Jason didn't mind, because as soon as Bastian had said 'skateboard park', it had all come flooding back.

The kidnapping.

Jason made to get to his feet, but a screaming pain in his legs and chest put a stop to that. He exclaimed in agony and returned to his sitting position hurriedly.

"I think they gave you too much sedative," Bastian winced. "It might explain why your body hasn’t healed yet…it’s still in shock. Maybe you should try it manually?”


Jason nodded mutely and placed the palm of his right hand over his heart. Jason's eyes slid closed and he clenched his jaw, almost as if he was forcing the Magic out. Sure enough, Jason's body began to glow with golden light and he felt as if he was being replenished, which, of course, he was.


The pain in his chest and legs cooled off, and the red tint in his eyes faded.

When the job was done, Jason dropped his hand and flexed his appendages - he was good as new.


"That's a cool trick," someone remarked.  


Jason glanced around the cell at the other inmates. "I'm guessing we weren't the only hostages, huh Bastian?"

"I guess not," Bastian agreed.

Jason slowly rose to his feet. "That's a relief," he breathed. "I thought I was going to be stuck in here with you all day. So...who are all these guys?"


A boy who looked to be around Jason's age, although shorter by half of an inch and with long, unkempt black hair, made a sound of indignation. "These guys have a name, you know. I'm Dimitri, by the way. This is my brother Ivan."

Ivan and Dimitri were definitely identical twins. They looked exactly the same, apart from different hairstyles.


"I'm Jason, and this is Bastian," Jason replied. "Or do you already kbow that? Nice to meet you. Although it's terrible that you're here."

Dimitri rolled his eyes. "Right you are."


"Could you guys keep it down?" said another boy. He was slim and very lanky and stood at the opposite end of the cellblock, in front of a huge mirror that was set in the wall. "I am trying to concentrate."

"Sorry about them, Alex," apologised the only girl in the room. She was pretty, and, Jason thought, would've been even more so if not for the intense, permanent scowl that marred her face. "Do your thing."


As Jason watched, Alex pressed his palms to the glass. Instantly, a frosty blue glow spread from his elbows down to his fingertips in a matter of seconds. As soon as the frost touched the mirror, it spread rapidly into the corners of the glass, freezing the entire thing in a matter of seconds.

"That's cool," Dimitri smiled. "Literally and figuratively."


It didn't last long - as quickly as the ice had spread, it evaporated, leaving the reflective panel looking as good as new. Alex cursed under his breath.


"Cryomancer," Jason recognized.

Alex glanced over his shoulder. "Huh?"

"You're a cryomancer," Jason repeated.


"What of it?" Alex asked defensively.

"Nothing, it's just," Jason paused. "You don't meet many accomplished Cryomancers as young as you are. That's quite impressive."

"I was adopted by the Cryomancer Clan," Alex explained, peeling his palms away from the frosty mirror. "I've spent my entire life in the mountains learning Cryomancy."


"I thought that all those clans were myths," Jason raised his eyebrows, surprised.

"That's where you're wrong," the girl put in. "Samantha Montague," she introduced herself abruptly. "I studied Pyromancy at the Fire-Eater clan in Thermypolae."


Bastian quickly remembered his geography lessons – Thermypolae was a volcanic zone, and was definitely not open the public. “I’m not even going to ask,” he mumbled.


"So it looks like everybody here has a special skill," Ivan brainstormed. "A type of Magic that they excel in. Perhaps that's why we've been kidnapped?”


"Special skill, huh?" Sam snorted. "So what about you two twins? What's your skill? Looking the same?"


Without warning, Sam zoomed backward and slammed into the cell wall. Ivan advanced on her, right arm outstretched. "I'm a psychokinetic, actually."

"Big deal, Ivan," Sam growled. "My nan is a psychokinetic."


"Perhaps," Ivan grinned. "But I think you'll find that my ability to move objects with my mind goes far beyond what you or your Nan can do."

"Oh yeah?" Sam asked. "Like what?"



"I can manipulate kinetic energy on a subatomic level. I can do something as huge as ripping a redwood from the ground by the roots, or something as complicated as draining the kinetic energy from an object, or pulling a blood clot from a brain."


"Is that all?" Sam bragged, even though if she’d been asked to conquer a feat such as this, she would’ve been stumped.


"Or," Ivan went on casually. "If I wanted to, I could even cause a person's windpipe to gradually…narrow."

Without warning, Sam began to gasp for air, though in vain, it seemed, because it was becoming harder and harder for her to draw in any.


"Ivan!" Dimitri said dangerously.

Ivan did not respond.


"Ivan let her go," Dimitri said again.

“Stay out of this, Dimitri,” Ivan said.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll do it for you!” Dimitri threatened fiercely.


When Ivan didn't move, Sam took matters into her own hands. Literally. She flattened the backs of her palms against the walls, and then, without warning, huge torrents of flame burst from her palms, roaring into Ivan's face and breaking his concentration.

Ivan darted backwards to avoid the fire and Sam was released, gasping for air.

She pushed away from the wall and raised her arms akimbo - they both burst into flame as she prepared to unleash another round of fire. "And try that again, and I'll place my hands on the sides of your head and heat your brain until it liquefies and runs down your nostrils!” she said heatedly.


"Why don't we just all calm down here?" Bastian suggested. "Ivan, you may be onto something here...about all of us here having a special skill. But Jace here has more than one."


Everybody turned to look at Jason.


"Okay, so I can heal myself," Jason said. "Guilty as charged. But that's all."


"No it isn't," Bastian shook his head. "Remember - you can do the power-sensing thingy.”

"What power-sensing thing?" Dimitri asked, somewhat urgently.


"I trained my senses to be able to pick up the power levels of people around me," Jason explained.


"I can do something similar," Dimitri said. "But what I can do is more on the telepathic side."


"No way!" Alex exclaimed. "Telepathic Magic is way too advanced for someone your age!"


"I've been studying it and practising for years," Dimitri admitted. "I can tap into your thoughts, access your memories, get inside your head and make you see what I want you to see. I can even shut down specific areas of the brain."


"All these powers," Ivan said. "We must be able to cook up a way out of here."



"It'd be easy if we could just break that mirror," Alex shrugged. "Unfortunately, we've all pretty much tried."

"Have you tried burning through it?" Jason asked.


"Yes," Sam replied immediately. "I tried. It heats up, but it doesn't burn or melt."

"Fire won't be hot enough," Jason shook his head.


"So what do you suggest?" Bastian asked. "No offence, Jace, but neither rapid healing nor an ability to sense power are exactly going to help much here."

Jason smiled out of the corner of his mouth. "Maybe not. But there's something you should know about me, Bastian...I always have another trick up my sleeve."


At this, Jason raised his right arm and willed electrical sparks to dance from his elbow to his fingertips. Suddenly, there was the static crackle of electricity, and Jason's arm began to vibrate with power. "During the school term, I found that I could manipulate electricity with ease," he explained. "At first, I was powerful, but I lacked control. Now, I can charge a lightning bolt with enough voltage to power a city, or enough to simply shock a person's system."

Bastian was open-mouthed, as was everyone else.


"How do you protect yourself from the lightning, though?" Sam asked. "You may be able to launch lightning bolts, but you're not invincible. Here, I use this."

Sam reached underneath her top and pulled out a small, jade-coloured gemstone attached to a leather pendant. "It's a heat-resistant charm," she explained. "Protects me from burns and all kinds of heat-afflicted injuries. Do you use a charm as well?" Sam asked.

Jason shook his head. "No. I don't do anything. I still get burnt, I just heal. Watch."


Jason held out his arm and the sparks dissipated, leaving angry welts and burns all over his arms. As Sam watched closely, waves of golden energy washed over his arm, leaving the skin as good as new.

"You can heal yourself too?" Sam asked incredulously.


Jason nodded.


"Wait a second, Jason," Ivan said. "Do you think you can break this thing open?"


Jason nodded. "I'm pretty sure I can handle it."


"Hold up there, Jace," Bastian said. "I don't think it's a good idea to break that thing open just yet. We don't even know what's on the other side."

"Good thinking, Bastian is it?" Sam checked.

Bastian nodded.


"Dimitri has that covered," Ivan said. "Dimitri, think you can do your brain scan thingima-whatsit? Search for anyone else in the vicinity, see if you can get a lock on wherever we are."

"Already on it," Dimitri murmured. He had his eyes shut tightly, with the first two fingers of each hand on his temples. "I'm sensing several different minds, and not just in this cell. Three…four targets.”


“Spread out?” Ivan asked.


“Assembled,” Dimitri corrected.


"We outnumber them," Alex drove his fist into his palm. "I say we take them and take them now."


"All in favour?" Dimitri asked, opening his eyes.


Sam smiled and her right hand exploded into flame. "I guess it's time to turn the tables."

"Let's do it," Bastian nodded.


Ivan grinned. "Jason...I think it's time you cracked that baby wide open."


Jason cracked a wide smile and began to charge sparks of lightning between his fingers. Seconds later, Jason felt his energy max out and he threw his hands up and yelled just in time as twin torrents of brilliant blue lightning burst from his palms, smashing into the reflective barrier with a colossal explosion.  













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