Atlantean Doctrine Book 4 - The Fall Of Atlantis

Sunken Kingdom of Tír fo Thuinn

Dáithi stood there on the rooftop of the elder temple of Oceanid's history, admiring the beauty that was indeed Alta. He was leaning against the cold trident, his eyes closed as he quietly basked in the morning's golden sunlight. Even with the fear of traveling back to 2020, his mind was finally at peace.

For once in his miserable life, he felt like he finally somewhere he belonged.

Yet, there was this nagging concern that at any second, a portal would wrap around him like a blanket of energy and take him back to the future. He did not know what the portal would do to this temple, or to the children of Alta that insisted on standing far too close to him for comfort.

His eyes ventured down to the stalled device upon his right wrist. He thought about removing it and dismantling the crystal from the relic to forever trap himself in the past. He would not allow this relic to fall into the cabal's hands!

He glanced over at S'ona as he tried to imagine life here in Alta.

When he had first arrived, he wasn't certain about life as an Altarian. But now, it seemed to be the only life that he knew—that he wanted. His past life as an American had begun to feel like a fantasy. His bond to the future was being stretched far too thin, like too little butter spread across toast.

He giggled silently, amused.

'Butter and Toast! I am almost certain that they do not even know what 'toast' is!' So much about this world could benefit from his future insight. But that would only alter the flow of history.

Dáithi pondered as he thought about home.

He has family there—although—he cannot remember their names any longer. He also had a job to return to, but what he did wasn't clear. But as a child, that career, nevertheless, was completely over. His future would be in some laboratory with bloated scientists poking and prodding him. He did not want to admit it, but something inside his heart told him that his life in 2020 was a mistake. A complete and total fluke!

Dáithi turned back to the warm sun as he closed his eyes once again and allowed his mind to travel upon the brisk winds. Something unseen seemed to grasp his mind, pulling it eastward as he quickly opened his eyes...

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He looked around as he was standing inside a beautiful room decorated with the art of Altarian history. The lights burned a brilliant blue, flickering their methane light all over the orichalcum decorated furniture.

Dáithi spun, startled, looking for the others.

"S'ona!?" he cried out as he looked for the priestess, but she wasn't there any longer "Li Ban? Ersiren!? Kerrigan!?" he cried out.

"No." a young voice called out to him, revealing herself.

The young Oceanid prince turned as he looked upon a beautiful woman, shimmering like an angel from heaven. Sedna looked down upon Dáithi as she was taken aback by his innocent appearance. Her eyes were trained to see beyond the vale as she could see that the boy was hiding his true self under the illusion of flesh and bone.

"Who are you!?" demands Dáithi as he noticed that he no longer had the trident, nor was he anywhere in Oceanid.

"I am Queen Sedna Amiri of the Cascadian people...it is so nice to finally have the opportunity to meet you, Prince Dáithi Fisher of the Oceanid people."

Dáithi was shocked that she knew of him, asking of her.

"Do I know you?" stepping away from her, nervously.