New Galaxia

Chapter 23: A First Impression

Though Hezago, with the help of his friends, had managed to fix the 'Existencial decay', rest simply could not come. A lot had to be done before he would render the outer decimation ring cancelled, so to his dismay and that of every of his other selves,

He still had work to do.

. . .

8:56 A.M.

7/16/59

Society of Nations Building

Lagos, New Ivory

The leaders of various countries flooded in, exhausted looks on their faces. They had been called for a mandatory emergency meeting regarding a gigantic land mass that had spontaneously appeared in the Atlantic Ocean at 8:30 a.m. on the dot.

However, that was not the most concerning aspect of the situation. The concerning part was that ships that neared what were now being considered the landmasses' territorial waters either exploded, were forced backwards, or disappeared into a location that would not be found until weeks later, many of which included somewhere in a random forest or outer space.

And also, adding to the chaotic ordeal, satellites couldn't see what was on the land itself, only a plain green colour in an outline of the landmass. No other detail, no grass, no rivers, no nothing, was to be seen. Some hysterical people began to claim it as a soon to be alien invasion, or a coming of whatever religion they believed in, neither of which, as they would soon discover, was the case.

Anyway, the leaders of their respective nations sat down, the head of the global organisation, the Society of Nations, clambering onto the centre podium. The person, tall, dark, and curly haired, spoke. "I welcome you all to this emergency convening of the Society of Nations. A landmass has appeared in the North Atlantic Ocean, bringing chaos and turmoil. We are here this morning to discuss its presence, what we'll do about it, and how many set shipping lands have been affected by its existence."

"Now, we will begin by going in alphabetical order, first starting with the diligent rulers of the Kingdom of Afghanistan-"

BANG

Went one of the gigantic double doors in the domed building, and in came a man. He was wearing a black top hat, white stripe across the bottom, a black suit with rather long coattails, and an umbrella in hand; gold and black in colour.

He walked swiftly to the centre podium, as if in a rush to present something. Someone spoke, alarmed by the lack of action. "Guards! Intruder! Why aren't they-?" The man then spoke, his voice seeming surprisingly loud. "They won't respond. And no, I didn't kill them." He said, after seeing the look on some of their faces. "It was a simple knockout spell, they'll be fine." He said, proceeding to brandish his umbrella.

"Anyways," he said, shooing the head of the organisation, who looked reproachful, but complied, "You know that landmass that appeared about 30 minutes ago? That was me, but that's not what I'm here to tell you about. I'm here to announce that magic is real, and-" The serious air in the room was instantly evaporated by the laughter that followed. Many of the prime ministers, presidents and kings and all were chuckling and laughing except a select few, which included the CNA's queen, Miss Varias, yes, still unmarried.

The man glared at them all, silver eyes that they hadn't noticed until now silencing them effectively. He smiled thinly, silently enraged. "Now, if we were to continue on-" He was then interrupted by somebody else. "Look, I don't know how you got past the guards, but you better get out-" The voice was then muffled followed by a silent choking noise. "Now, are there any more questions? None? Good. Let's get this started."