Atlantean Doctrine Book 4 - The Fall Of Atlantis

The Wave

"Dad..." Dáithi cried as he held the trident, slowly standing back up onto his own two feet "...I do not feel all too well."

"Dáithi...?" He spoke as he watched as his son began to disintegrate before his very eyes, turning into orbs of energy as the space around him ripped open and then closed, sending a second wave of energy that blew out all the windows in the palace.

"Dáithi!" Okeanos and Rina cried out as their son had vanished in a blink of light, scorching the tile where he stood.

Outside, life in Alta was buzzing as everyone then stopped what they were doing when a powerful gust of air rushed towards the citadel, causing the waterfall to fall in reverse. Torrents of water flew up into the air as a deafening sound stung all their ears and then, as quick as turning on a light, a brilliant white light erupted from the citadel in a blazing glory as everyone looked away or risked going blind.

The light saturated everything that it touched! All colors were washed out; as white was the only shade left behind from the photobleaching of the brilliant light from the activation of Pandora's Eyjar!

Once the brilliant light had raced out of the city of Poseidia, it spread across all of Alta through the crystalline grid. Then came the winds as everyone and everything not anchored down was lifted up off the ground and tossed aside. The blue current of energy caused the street lights to explode in showers of sparks while crystal operated machines erupted in flames. Airships in the sky were coated in shimmering energy as they then fell from the sky back to the earth, exploding upon impact.

Within the first ten seconds, nearly ten percent of all Altarian's affected had died in accidents and electrocution.

The mechanical canal systems seized as the machines exploded, their gears and parts flying high into the air. People ran away from the citadel as the torrents of water descended back down upon the city from the elevated waterfalls flowing out of control.

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Across Alta and back out to the Oceanid Kingdom, the calm sparkling waters of the ocean were disturbed by a fleet of Oceanid vessels sailing out to help the stranding ship attacked by the Windsword.

Ersiren and Kerrigan sat on the deck of the ship with the two Poseidia soldiers, wondering just how long they would have to be kept adrift out here upon the Siren Sea.

"I hope Dáithi is alright." S'ona worried, pacing the deck as the two princes watched the Oceanid fleet approaching.

"At least help is coming, I never fancy being set adrift." Ersiren commented as the two princes and the priestess watched a swarm of seabirds flying from the east, flying west towards them. They were in a chaotic hurry, as if fleeing an approaching thunderstorm.

One of the soldiers glanced up as a shimmer of light then appeared like a blue star in the eastern skyline, high above the ancient capital of Alta. The expanded white fabric sails upon the ship then turned sharply with a jerk as the vessel was pulled back towards the harbor from a sudden onshore wind.

The Oceanid people have been sailing these seas all their lives and never have they experienced winds like this. The captain's eyes glanced up at a strange sight as the clouds seemed to dissolve and scatter away, as if pushed away by an invisible hand. The sails whip wildly in the breeze as the captain looks back out to sea and sees no gathering storms on the horizon.

"Something is not right!" he says as he rushes back to his bridge to check for incoming storms. The ships' cabin lights began to glow ever so brightly as if the silent engines were reviving up.