Atlantis: From legend to fear Options

[Captain Drake]

I'm just gonna explain some stuff first, this story is just something I decided to start for fun. I just randomly got the idea one day this week, and it really inspired me to get writing. I actually will be doing quite a lot of research in variety of things in order to make this story sound as realistic even if the premise for it is not. I will also probably have pictures along with some chapters in order to enlighten some aspects that can't just be explained in words. On that last note, let my tale begin with the prologue as well as Chapter One.

Prologue

The legend of Atlantis has been told over and over again. Whether in a cartoon, movie, novel, the lost city is one mystery many cannot pass on. Where did the legend begin though, well the earliest reference to the city is in Plato’s dialogues Timaeus and Critias. Where the Atlanteans started off as noble people, who believed them to be descendants of Poseidon, however human nature is never far away. Soon the Alanteans became corrupt, it is said Zeus saw this, and saw away with the city, which would explain its sinking to the bottom of the sea. The truth to this story is far more complicated than that, the legend of lost city of Atlantis is about to be undone…… and in the end I wish it would of remained lost.

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Chapter One: Threat Report

Professor Alan Denworth sat in his office on New York University campus, if you could call it an office. The space he sat in was only a big bigger then a good sized closet, it seemed majoring in the field of Atlantis held no merit at the table of scholars. In Denworth’s mind though he was a huge success, he had published several books and spoke many times on the subject of one thing, the lost city of Atlantis. This made Denworth a laughing stock on the University, the other teachers made no attempt to try and hide their feelings and made snide remarks whenever possible. His office, just two chairs, a desk with a laptop on it, and a filing cabinet was where Denworth escaped the torture of his coworkers, and researched new and interesting theories or so called discoveries of his most precious legend. He was just about done for the day when a knock on the door rang in his ears.

“Come in.” Denworth called as the door opened and a young male wearing a polo shirt and dark jeans stepped into the tiny room.

“Sorry to bother you Professor but I just wanted to see if I could bounce a few questions that came to my mind about the paper due next week.” The student said as he stood still half in the doorway

“Of course Danny, it’d be no problem. Just shut the door, have a seat and ask away.” Denworth replied as he turned away from his laptop and faced Danny who was just taking a seat in the other chair.

“Well Professor, I know you wanted us to write about the different theories regarding the location of Atlantis, but I was wondering could multiple ones be correct if the legends are true, could there be some greater picture.” Danny spoke with confusion in his voice, a bit too confused Denworth thought for a good student that Danny was.

“That would suggest that the Alanteans had the ability to move about, as well as manage to find a way to preserve the city and protect it from the outside source of water would it not?” Denworth asked back, Danny eying him.
 
“Well yes, that would mean they would have to be far more intelligent than any other civilization during that time period plus develop technology that took us hundreds of years to develop and many more to master. Is there anything saying they did not surpass the normal intelligence of that time period, because as I remember correctly, at this moment in time Atlantis is a myth, anything could be true.” Danny finished his challenge to his professor, and awaited a response.

“That is true, we cannot say what is true or false, we can only speculate about what the answer might me. Although I am sure we can all say that Atlantis no matter if its fiction or not is a tale that will inspire many, but until evidence arises that solidly can convince even the most diehard skeptic, Atlantis will always just be one of those mysteries to last a last time.” Denworth explained as he picked up a pen and began to tap it on his desk.

“Thank you professor, I think that’s all I needed, have a goodnight.” Danny told his professor as he stood up and turned for the door.

“It was my pleasure; I always love to see students getting into the subject.” Denworth said as Danny smiled and waved his farewell, and exited the small office. Leaving Denworth just thinking how well he had taught his students, an ego boost for a man who needed it. Meanwhile Danny had exited the campus building and was walking at a fast pace, his goal was a set of pay phones just along the narrow path. Students all around him moved to where they were headed, laughing or yelling, college life at its fullest. It was perfect place to mix and blend, which exactly what Danny did as paid for a call and dialed a longer than usual number. The phone rang five times before a voice on the other end spoke, fast and quiet. Danny only gave a short reply.

“Professor Alan Denworth, no threat.” With that the person on the other end of the connection disconnected, leaving Danny standing for a minute more pretending to talk to someone not there. Once done he hung up and headed into the growing darkness of night, never to return to the New York University campus.

[Captain Drake]

An Authors note before I post the next chapter, as I was writing this I noticed a similar concept with an AWRP unit. I'm not taking credit for the idea, merely just using a similar concept of it for the purpose of this story.
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Chapter Two: His Children Return

Denworth sat in bed thinking of the discussion with Danny; it had been years since a student had actually gotten him to think more out of the box again. There was something else though, the tone of Danny’s voice that had Denworth wondering much more, but there was no way to know what. Instead he closed his eyes and let the darkness of sleep overwhelm him.

Professor Alan Denworth lived his average teaching life in a rather big house for one man. Once a long time ago he was a married man and had moved to the outskirts of New York to start a family. That dream was fulfilled but not long last. When the two children were the ages of, his son fourteen, and his daughter twelve the happy marriage slowly began to fall apart. Soon it all ended with the divorce and Denworth’s wife taking the children and leaving the lonely professor with a house to himself. The prime relastate now mostly sat empty, the slow life Denworth lived never could replace what he lost. Most of the hours he spent home were in his bedroom, where he would either be at his desk working on his laptop, or relaxing in bed, letting the idiot box corrupt his mind and take his sorrow away. Unknown to a now sleeping Denworth, his sorrow would be joined my millions of others in a matter of minutes.

John Foller sat on his boat, just a cheap speedboat, in the mouth of the Lower Bay, the mighty ocean only a few miles away but that held no interest to this boater. John loved coming out on the waters at night, it was the only time you could truly enjoy boating, during the day there was always so much going on. Which is why he now stood and glared at the moons reflection in the water, the water around him was still, giving him an awesome view. The view was interrupted by a few ripples in the water, and then some more. Finally the moon could no longer be made out as John’s small speedboat was jostled around by movement in the water; something was creating waves big enough to rock the boat. John quickly shot looks all around him, he could see no boats, nothing to cause what he was experiencing. Then he spotted it, something moving in the water, something large. It wasn’t an animal, he could tell that much. His mind jumped to an idea that it was a submarine, could be docking somewhere for some ceremony or what not. Just further proved Johns point that during the day the bay was too busy to fully enjoy boating, he was ripped from his thoughts instantly as something arose from what he had thought was a submarine. It looked like…. John couldn’t put his finger on it, what was it. Mechanical noise came from the object rising from the submerged craft; it was getting into position for something. Then it hit John like a truck, the object resembled a barrel, a barrel of Artillery vehicles he had seen in video games and movies all his life. He had never seen what he was seeing now though in all his life, and aiming at New York City no less, they couldn’t… they wouldn’t.
“Oh my god.” John whispered to himself.
They did.

Unbeknownst to John who was too busy at the time staring at the action in front of him, other barrels poked out of the bay, all aiming at New York City. Hundreds of them all ready to act on a single order. The word from command came through; it was green light to engage and that’s exactly what happened. All around John Foller the innocent boater who just liked to come out at night to avoid the crowd a war began, a war that would kill many, and hurt much more. The first round of firing hit the skyscrapers of New York, causing mass damage, mass confusion. Exactly what they wanted, panic. Panic would allow a quick take over and save so much time, but nothing is never that easy, in times of crisis there will always be heroes. These heroes appeared all over the streets of New York as all around them artillery shells ripped apart the streets, their homes, their lives. Explosions echoed across the network of city streets, along with screams, crying. As many fled in any direction they thought was safest, John Foller, who after the initial wave of firing now saw all the artillery around him, focused on a new disturbance. More submerged vessels approached various land spots on the shoreline, whether it is boat ramps, or beaches, the vessels crowded them all. John could barely make out a door of some kind opening somehow, and then movement. Tanks, soldiers… an army, someone was invading the United States and they meant business. For poor John though, the future of the war will not be known by him because as he focused on the unloading of a massive army, he failed to notice two heads poke out of the water glaring at him. They swam slowly over to the boat, and looked up at the poor boater who only wished to escape the crowds, and nodded. John Foller was pulled into the cold icy water, he tried to look at his attackers to no avail, and the water was too murky. Slowly his strength faded along with any breath he had left, John Foller was gone, just one of the first few to parish on the night it all began.

Back in the much to empty household of Professor Denworth, the thunder in the distance awoke him, and little did he know that he had a very long day ahead.

This post has been edited by Captain Drake: Mar 6 2010, 06:26:36 PM