MCU and Mass effect the rise of the Spartax multiverse saga

Chapter 12- post credit

In the shimmering depths of Atlantis, where coral palaces gleamed beneath waves of sapphire and light danced upon the sea, there reigned a young king named Aelion. With hair like spun gold and eyes that glimmered with the cerulean depths of the ocean, he stood at the helm of a new era. By his side was his beloved husband, Jody Altantia, a gentle soul from the shores of the human world, whose laughter reminded Aelion of sunlit days above the water.

Atlantis was not just a city, but a legacy; a realm that had once seen the rise of great civilizations, now cloistered beneath the surface. The Atlanteans had long been guardians of ancient secrets, powerful magic, and the balance of the natural world. Yet, in the hearts of Aelion and Jody, there was a yearning—a desire to reach across the boundary of water and land to restore connections with their human counterparts.

Completing their small regal family was Mathlan, a striking figure of ethereal beauty—with flowing hair like silver kelp and a presence that commanded attention. She was Aelion's Atlantean queen, representing the strength and grace of her people. Born of the oceans but with a heart that echoed the rhythms of the world above, Mathlan shared a deep bond with Jody her human husband that transcended realms.

One fateful evening, under a canopy of iridescent bubbles and the effervescent glow of luminescent sea life, the three gathered in the Royal Chamber. The room was adorned with intricate mosaics depicting the history of Atlantis and its link to humanity—a connection once celebrated, now shrouded in neglect.

"Tonight is the Harvest Moon," Mathlan said, her voice smooth like the tide, tinged with longing. "It is a time to awaken forgotten dreams, to bridge the chasm that has grown between our worlds."

Aelion nodded, casting a glance at Jody. "The elders speak of a prophecy, that when the stars align with the Harvest Moon, the barriers can be lifted for a time. We could walk amongst the humans again, fulfill our promise to rise with them."

"But only for a short while," Jody said, a hint of worry in his tone. "What if they do not accept us? What if they fear us?"

"There is no promise of acceptance without risk," Mathlan replied, her cerulean gaze unwavering. "But the heart of humanity is brave. Together, we can show them that we are not mere legends nor the stuff of tales. We are allies, intertwined through time. Let's remind them of the bond of love and unity."

And so began their journey as they prepared to summon the ancient magic that would enable them to rise with the tides. As the moon ascended, casting its silvery glow, Aelion, Jody, and Mathlan joined hands, forming a circle of unity. The waters surrounding Atlantis started to shimmer, and runes of power glowed in response to their calling.

With a wave of energy rippling through the currents, a portal opened—a glistening archway of light that beckoned them toward the surface. Heart pounding with anticipation, the trio stepped through, leaving the crystalline depths behind.

They emerged on a remote beach, where the fine sand felt warm beneath their feet, and the sound of waves whispered secrets of the ages. Before them lay a village filled with humans, who had only heard legends of the splendor beneath the waves. As the Atlantean royalty approached, whispers rippled through the crowd.

"Look! Can you see those figures?" a villager gasped, pointing. Aelion, Jody, and Mathlan stood bathed in moonlight, radiant and otherworldly.

The trio took a step forward, hearts open and weary with centuries of separation. "We come in peace," Aelion called, his voice melodic yet firm. "We are the descendants of Atlantis, and we have returned to share our knowledge, our love, and our dreams."

A hush fell over the crowd before a young child, free of prejudice and filled with wonder, stepped forward. "Are you real?" she asked, wide-eyed. "Or are you a dream?"

"We are real, like you," Jody replied, kneeling to meet her gaze. "And we believe in the power of friendship—together, we can ignite the flame of unity!"

Slowly, the tension dissipated as the villagers edged closer, curiosity overpowering fear. Mathlan stepped into the circle of gathering humans, her voice soothing like the gentlest ocean breeze, "We are part of your world, you are part of ours. Together, we can mend the rift that has long divided us."

A magic began to unfold, a spark ignited within their hearts as stories were exchanged, laughter echoed against the soft waves, and dreams once thought lost flickered back to life. They spoke of ancient histories, of shared destinies, and the potential for a future woven together.

As the night unfolded, it became clear that the bond established was not merely of bloodlines but of understanding and shared visions. Atlantis was not merely a city under the waves, but a beacon of hope that glimmered on the horizon of a brighter tomorrow.

Time flowed like the tides, and as dawn broke, the radiant sun cast golden sunlight over the beach, illuminating the silhouettes of a new alliance. They faced the ocean together a queen, and a human, hand in hand, hearts intertwined.

Though the link between Atlantis and humanity could only be maintained for a fleeting moment, they vowed to cherish the connection, to build bridges across their worlds until the tides of fate would call them again. As they returned to the depths of their beloved Atlantis, a promise lingered in the air: the rise together would not be a closing chapter, but the beginning of an everlasting story.