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Present - January 1923

The capital of Atlantis glew in all its glory. The light of the blueish runes covered the city's streets. But Gabrielle was totally used to it. She had been living around 10 years in the hidden civilisation.

Yeah, because Atlantis existed. The capital city was hidden in the Atlantic Ocean but had some colony-cities in different seas to arrive faster to other sides of the Foreign World, as the Atlants knew it.

The Atlants had white hair and grey eyes. All of them, they were traits of the Atlantis race. So, they easily recognised the foreigners, like Gabrielle.

The girl had grown up and was now eighteen. Her black hair was now long, arriving nearly 'till the end of her back. She was dressed in the Legion's uniform which consisted in black jacket and trousers and a white shirt. Her icy blue eyes were fixed in the book written in Atlantis language that she was reading. The Atlantis language was strange, a kind of weird ancient Greek. It had took time for her and her brother to learn the language.

Gabrielle had liked greatly the Atlantis society. The Atlants hadn't a monarchy of any kind, like it was usual in the Foreign World. The power was in the Council of Elders formed by seven Atlant Elders; four men and three women. The charge of Elder was hereditary but the people could dismiss them in some cases. They had democracy. The people could decide and suggest to the Elders. The Elders always took in count what their people thought. "First fail of my world" Gabri had thought with the time.

Other thing were the runes. There were special shining stones that had different uses. Atlantis was the only place where they exist, the religious of Atlantis - which were few - (they had their own pantheon of gods but Gabri never remembered which were) believe the runes were gifts of the gods. Gabri knew three kinds: on the one hand, the blueish that were all around the city; they served as ilumination and source of energy. Each building in Atlantis had these runes. On the other hand, the oranges which were communication devices. You could send messages to other people through them. Per house, there was always one of these.

And last but not least, there were the blue ones, which were the most important; they were medical runes. Lilth had told her that there was one per known illness. Even the ones that in the Foreign World are said to have no cure. When Lilth had told her that, she had asked "in that case, you can't die?" She remembered that innocent question, the fact that Lilth hadn't laughed at her and especially, the answer. "No, we die like any other. 'Till you're five, the runes can't be used on you. So, we can die at birth or with any illness we have in our first years of life. Also, they can't cure people that's handicapped during an accident or members they lose by any cause. Apart, we die by natural causes. The runes can't avoid our heart stop beating. In reality, they can't cure any heart disease"

The last was the thing that women had more power. They could do the same democratic functions as men. Also they could belong to the army. Gabri had liked that. She could fight.

Even though that, she remembered how weird had sounded that Atlantis was a pacific land but had an army. Lilth had explained her that it was for the country's self-defense. "Being pacific doesn't mean we can't have an army. We don't get into wars but the army is there just is case we're attacked" were her exact words.

Lilth had been her coach and later, superior when she had got into the Legion of Recognition, that was the only part of the army and of Atlantis that had contact with the Foreign World. She was young, Gabri didn't know her age, but she seemed no more than thirty. Despite that, she had the rank of Colonel in the Legion. She was one of the people of the Legion that were closer to the Foreign World and had taken good care of her and Thomas. She was now gone since nearly three years ago when she left after receiving a message from a foreigner she had as friend.

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