WiP: Completed draft of first book of trilogy!

Finally got pass this hurdle. Completed the first book of the trilogy (First draft). Only took me a year to do. Reluctantly, I was not as productive as I would like to have been but its done.

I am rewriting the book that I published in 2014. In 2015, I wrote a screen play of the story but modified large parts of the story to work in a movie. I liked what I did so much, I decided to rewrite it, extend it and add sub-plots to it.

My goal is to write all three books, then write screen plays of them, and finally, modify the books to conform to the screen plays. If I am lucky, get Hollywood to purchase the story and book publishers to make the books.

 

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Novel: When Atlantis Fell Chapter 1

Okay here is what I am thinking for chapter 1 of my revised trilogy.  Chapter 1 of book 1, pre-edit. This takes part of Wall of Destruction along with some sub-plot stories.  I am not sure I can succeed with my goal of 3 books and movie scripts by the end of the year but still trying.  At 50,000 words (about 150 pages) so far.  This is about 4,000 words.

So please check it out and drop me a comment if you can.

ATLANTIS

The men stood silently, as an air battle raged above them. All attired in various styles of armor. Swordsmen with breastplate, shield and helm. Archers, with bow, quiver and short sword. Infantry men with leather brigandine and large Aether spears.

Finally, there were the armored troopers. Men in Aether-powered armored suits that covered them head to toe. They also carried Aether spears.  All of these soldiers, chest emblazoned with a symbol of a Trident, with a fist imposed over it. The look of battle hardened veterans, they sat their awaiting the enemy. Slightly in front of the front row, stood a beautiful woman in leather brigandine. A haughty look, with her hair flowing freely in the night’s breeze. Arms crossed, she stood there staring intently down the beach.

This force stood between the waves and dunes, facing up the beach. The air battle above them raged on between the vailixi of Atlantis and Luxa. The final battle of the civil war was playing out.

The distinctive whirling noise of the vailixi gets louder. Many look up to see a pair of vailixi starting their strafing run on the closed ranks of the force. They get in a few shots before Luxan vailixi attack them and force them to peel off. Three Luxan vailixi chase the two Atlanteans over the dunes and further inland. An explosion is soon heard.

A few of the troopers are killed in the attack but the line remains intact. They stare up the beach, awaiting the enemy they know is coming.

Three Luxan vailixi race pass the formation, going up the beach and out pass the dunes. In the distance, a stream of soldiers come onto the beach from the dunes. They start to form a battle line facing the Luxans.

The Luxans stay stone faced silent while the Atlanteans complete their formation. The Atlanteans were mostly infantry men with few swordsmen or archers. There were roughly an equal number of armored troopers for each side.

The Atlanteans also had a symbol of a Trident emblazoned upon their chest. Just a Trident. They started to move down the beach towards the Luxans. A chant started to pick up to Poseidon, patron god to Atlantis.

The leader of Luxa wore a device on her arm. It started to flash and she brought it to her face. A soft glowing image appeared to talk to her. She nods her head and then turns to the line of men. A soldier steps forward with a horn and blows three blasts.

The woman and the soldier step back into the ranks as large massive shields are brought forward and dug into the ground. The formation closes as the men make themselves as small as they can behind the shields.

The Atlanteans slow their pace and look on in confusion. Their former brothers in arms now cower behind large shields. This was not an action of the rebel forces, they were used to. Separated by idealogical differences, they were still trained the same.

The Atlanteans start to increase their pace forward again. Their leaders, spurring the men on, thought to close with the enemy before whatever plan they have, can be enacted.

The Atlanteans cover half the distance, to the Luxan force when a blinding light occurs. Before the Atlanteans can react, a massive boom, then a powerful wind lifts them off their feet and throws them towards the Luxans. Cries of pain and shouts of alarm from those blinded or burned. A few are still moving. Some get to their feet, Aether spears, shields and weapons forgotten. Only the pain.

The armored troopers pick themselves up and look around confused. Most of their force has been decimated in the explosion. All know now what the Luxans were up to, they used the Hand of Ares on Atlantis.

The woman stands up a few feet behind the great shields and bellows her war cry. A great cry rises up among her men, as they rise and push pass the shields in a full out run towards the enemy. Infantry men and armored troopers fire their Aether spears while archers let forth arrows. All are racing forward to the confused and dazed Atlanteans.

Some Atlanteans realize the danger and start to fire back but most are down with Aether shots before the Luxans reach them. Scattered with many Atlanteans still struggling to get up, the Luxans roll over them like the tide rolls over the beach.

Few can defend themselves and the Luxans butcher them to a man. The woman is walking forward after her men, as they continue up the beach pass the slaughtered defenders. In the distant dark, the glow of fires caused by the Hand of Ares. While night, the outline of a large cloud rises into the darkness. The night stars of the gods have been blotted out.

Many Luxan vailixi stream forward over head. Heading to the doomed city of Atlantis. The war is over and Luxa has destroyed Atlantis. 30,000 years of Atlantis has ended in one night with the weapons of the gods.
ALTA

The sun light danced off the waters of Tia Yolan, or what is now called the Mississippi River, in such a way that Risor had a hard time listening to his sister, Rina. Peaceful, he thought. Altai is his home, a small city of around eight thousand Atlanteans and the local tribes that pay homage to the Atlanteans. Located a day’s trip from the mouth of the great river, on the landmass of Alta. This city, like many of the other colonies in Alta; has been spared the pain of war. The Raman Empire does not consider these outposts of Atlantis worthy targets.

Far away from the battlegrounds, these quiet backwaters of the empire go about their daily life with little worry of war. Closing his eyes, Risor, takes in the sounds and smells of home. He leaves the next day, to go back to his base. Back to his command, a squadron of the Atlantean aerial fighting machines, known as the vailixi.

Breathing deeply he concentrates on the sounds and smells, like he will never again smell or hear them. He smiles to himself. Thoughts of the simple life he will leave behind play over and over in his mind.

“Are you listening to me, Risor!” cried Rina. Sitting up straight on the couch and starring intently at him, with a look that dares him to give the wrong answer.

She was beautiful, even when mad. Long, black hair, emerald green eyes and milky white skin; common of the true people of Atlantis. His little sister, many years his junior, had grown up a beautiful lady of the House of Tarnor. Yes his friend, Tolen, was a lucky man. Once he figures it out, that is.

Quickly placing his drink on the table and raising his hands in defense. Risor playfully says, “Yes my dear sister, I hang on every word!”

“Ha, don’t be mean” she quips, returning to a more relaxed posture. “I know you don’t care about the stars as much as you do your silly war but they are important to me!”

“Yes, I know they are,” dropping his hands to a more conciliatory gesture, “but I never really paid attention to our teachers and thus am lost when you talk about them.”

He gets off the couch, grabs his drink and walks to the balcony rail. Turning back to Rina, “It is you and Tolen that liked the mysteries, not me.”

Joining him, quietly she asks, “You will see him tonight?” Risor nods and suppresses a smile. A servant comes in to the room and fills both of their drinks before bowing and departing. Rina contemplates her drink then looks at him.

Casually, “May I join you tonight?” Then turns to watch the sun setting. “It is your last night and even the boring talk of war would be bearable.”

Turning back to him with her most winning smile, “Besides, I can see our friends again before they also go back.”

Ah, the game is on now, Risor merrily thought. “Even boring talk of war?” he purred, as she innocently nodded. “Funny, you didn’t seem to want to join earlier this week.” Unable to hide a grin, “Could it be that Tolen will be there tonight?”

It was worth all the pain and revenge she will inflict on him for cornering her like this. The look of absolute horror that came across her face when the realization that he might have a clue to what her reasons were, was priceless. To her credit she recovered quickly, “Oh, Tolen will be there? How nice.” It was a forced performance but almost believable.

Risor decided to let her off the hook, as it would soon be time to go.
“I see. Shall we get ready then?”
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The tavern was on a riverside bluff that overlooked a little island in the middle of the river. The river was very wide, at least four miles at this point, with a strong flow. On a clear day you might be able to glimpse the opposite shore, from the tavern. With evening coming, the lights of Altai could be seen up the river about a mile away. Occasionally, a vailixi would come or go, adding to the spectacular view of the night sky.

Risor and Rina joined his friends at their balcony table, to enjoy a meal, drinks and good company. Rina was actually quite excited to be there but when they arrived, she visibly deflated. Tolen was not there yet and Risor had to consciously control a laugh.

Joining them was Rogat, a tall mountain of a man standing at least a hand taller than Risor. As black as Risor and Rina’s hair was, Rogat’s skin was the same. From the colony of Atlanta Luxa, which would one day be Egypt. His family came to Altai when he was just a child. Rogat was in the army and was fighting in Atlanta Nado, or what would become known as eastern Europe, near the great inland sea of Tes Naldo.

Tes Naldo was a combination of the Black and Caspian Seas and included large parts of Siberia. During this time frame the massive ice sheets in the north blocked northern flowing rivers from flowing into the Arctic Ocean. This caused a backup of the rivers into a large sea. Over thousands of years this created a navigable sea possible from the coasts of the Black Sea to deep into Siberia near the borders of Mongolia and close to the Kamchatka Peninsula.

The other friend was Niko. Unlike Rogat, Niko was a small man with a rat like face. A gloomy look to him but ever the loyal friend to Risor. His father also worked for Risor’s father.

Once greetings were done and everyone settled, Rogat summarized the beginning of his story and then began were he left off. “So, as I was saying, wasn’t long before those archers couldn’t stand it and ran.”

Risor asked, “Did you take the hold?”

“Yeah, but our casualties were so high, we had to go back to base. Another company marched out and took over garrison duties. Those damn Dolrinas over ran them a few weeks later.” Then in a whisper. “No one survived.”

It was quiet around the table, then looking confused Rina asked, “Rogat, if you had Aether spears and power armor, how could these barbarians defeat you?”

Gently, “Not us Rina, our replacements. They were locals, loyal to us. No Aether weapons.”
Still seeing some confusion on Rina’s face, Risor offers, “Only Atlantean citizens may use our weapons. They are too powerful to trust with others.”

Niko fell back into his chair with an explosive sigh, “Too bad the Ramans do not believe that. They arm the Greeks and Hu with Aether weapons.”

Raising his cup, Risor countered, “Only in the last few years of the war.” Silence, everyone was pondering their drinks again.

Rogat turned to Rina, “Plus most infantry, like my unit, do not have power armor. Just the Home Guard and other special units.”

Risor chimed in, “Also vailixi squadrons, like mine. The armor is just very complex and expensive to make. That is why…”

Interrupting Risor, was Tolen entering the balcony. He was wearing the blue robes of his office, First Shilot of Altai. Shilots being the scientists of the Atlantean Empire. “Hello everyone, did I miss something?”

Rina brightens at Tolen’s entrance. All get up and greet, then settle down back into chairs. Tolen sits between Risor and Rina.

Risor, turns to Tolen and puts his hand on Tolen’s shoulder. “Rogat was just regaling us with one of his stories.”

Tolen performs a dramatic sigh, “Not the one about the stronghold again, is it?”

Rogat doesn’t miss a beat, he toys with his cup, looks up at Tolen and calmly speaks, “Why Tolen, you look like you could use a swim.”

Laughing and throwing his hands up in defensive gesture, “Peace Rogat, the waters are too cold at this time of year.” The rest of the group joins in the laugh.

As the laughter dies down, Rina asks, “How is your research coming along Tolen? You are up north way too much.”

Smiling at Rina, ” As you might have guessed, it is getting warmer and the ice sheets are melting. There is a large body of water, trapped on the ice sheet. It could present a danger some day, if the ice barrier fails.”

A concerned look, Niko asks, “What do you mean, Tolen?”

Everyone is concerned now and all look at Tolen. Rogat speaks first, “So this ice sheet is breaking now?”

Realizing that he alarmed everyone, Tolen raises his hands and with a calming gesture, “Not now. In time it will.”

Everyone seems relieved but Niko is not satisfied. “How much water is there in these ice lakes?”

“It is a huge connected lake. I am not sure how deep the connections go but if the barrier fails in this direction, it would send a wall of water down the Tia Yolan. That would destroy Altai.”

Shock, everyone is stunned to silence. Eventually Risor finds his voice, “Tolen, what has the council said about this?”

Tolen’s easy smile disappears as he remembers his last unsuccessful attempt to get the council to act. “The council acknowledges the problem but since we do not know when this will occur and the ice barrier is still pretty thick, they will do nothing. We can only monitor.”

Shaking her head, Rina looks around the table, “But, if all that water crashes down on Altai, our families are doomed.” Looking for confirmation from Tolen, who nods. “How can they justify this?”

Tolen toys with his cup for a second before picking it up and slamming it down in frustration. Scornfully, “Why, the Shigar party believes this is a local problem of Altai. And, since Altai is a Nalos stronghold, they don’t really care. They don’t believe this will raise the sea levels, but the evidence states it will.”

In a timid voice Rina asks, “Raise the sea levels?”

Feeling a little silly for his display, Tolen explosively sighs. Looking at everyone with a shy smile then settling his gaze onto Rina’s worried face, “Yes, Rina. That water is not accounted for in the sea levels today. When it is released, it will flow into the oceans and add to the sea level.”

To prove his point, Tolen selects a bowl, fills it with water almost to the rim and then puts his hand in the bowl. The water overflows. Everyone silently sits and watches the bowl while staff clean up the mess. Risor stands and walks to the rail. Peering out at the river.
After the staff leaves, Tolen continued. “Depending on the total volume, even Atlantis will sink.”

Niko, ever the worrier, cries out. “Atlantis will sink? The Council of Elders will not allow that.”

Rina puts her hand on Niko’s shoulder to try and comfort him as Rogat does the same on his other side. Tolen, trying to be reassuring to Niko’s fear, “We don’t know when that will happen, Niko. That is the problem. The Shigar say once the war is over they will work on it and the council listens to them.”

Risor, seeing the mood at the table disappear, decides its time to call the evening. He returns to the table, “Regardless, we can not solve the problem tonight and there is little time before we must go our separate ways again. So, a toast to our friendship.”

Raising their glasses they finish their drinks and get up to leave. Risor looks around at each of them. Rogat, heading back into the fight in Atlanta Nado. Niko accompanies his father on work of the local Altai council. Tolen with his Shilot work for Altai and Atlantis. Then Rina, his little sister, that is following Tolen into the realm of the Shilot, or maybe just after Tolen.

ATLANTIS NADO

The rain was pouring off Demetri’s helmet. With his head slightly bowed, so the water would pour down the sides rather than onto his face, he was able to have a decent view of the ravine below. He could barely see his men around him. His Companions.

Artos, his trusted second, was next to him. Peering intently into the downpour trying to discern the enemy. They were told the Atlanteans would come this way. When the scouts reported it, Demetri quickly gathered his Companions and struck out to set an ambush.

The Atlanteans were very brutally driving the inhabitants up the river valley. Demetri and his Companions were sent by his king, King Agos, to help their allies, the Tugar. With no Heroes of the Gods amongst the Tugar and few Aether weapons, the Tugar were mostly outmatched by the Atlanteans.

The signal came through the downpour, the enemy was approaching. Bows were pretty much useless but spears and Spirit Bows would do the trick. Demetri didn’t like using his Spirit Bows in such weather. They were a gift from Apollo, the Sun God, but needed their lord’s sun rays to recharge. Using them now could make them unavailable for later, when they were really needed.

Demetri could hear the Atlanteans complaining. To Artos, “Sounds like they don’t like the rain, eh?”

“I am sure they will like it a whole lot less in a few minutes.” Artos said as he turned, raising his arm as the signal to fire.

Looking back at Demetri, “My Lord?”

Demetri nodded, rose and adjusting the grip of his spear, launched it at the leader of the main body of Atlanteans. With his God-gifted strength, the spear went through the leader and into the man behind him.

Artos yelled “Now!” rose and launched his spear at another Atlantean. His spear skewered the man but did not pass through him like Demetri’s had.

Many yells of alarm and pain arose from the Atlanteans, as the surprise was complete. With the initial strike, many of the Atlanteans were down. Blasts from the Spirit Bows started to ring out with a small but growing number of Atlantean Aether spears answering.

The Atlanteans, while surprised, were professional and started to have an effect, in their response. They could not see the Greeks above them but they could return fire. All of their scouts and the lead contingent were down. The rest were starting to move back down the ravine, to get out of the death trap.

Demetri, knowing that they could be in trouble if the Atlanteans were able to get down towards the end of the ravine and organize a counter-strike, decided to close with the enemy. Pulling his Sun Sword, which started to glow, he raced down the edge of the ravine towards the enemy.

While the Atlanteans could not see the Companions unless they fired, they could see the glow from the Sun Sword racing towards them, from above. They fired at Demetri but he was able to deflect all blasts that were aimed at him.

“My Lord, no, wait for us!” Seeing that Demetri was not going to listen to him, Artos bellowed, “Companions, to our Lord!” He got up and started to race after Demetri. Those around him also did the same. Some falling, as the Atlanteans now had some targets.

Demetri, having caught up to the Atlanteans still in the ravine, jumped into their formation. As he landed on one unlucky soul, he started to whirl with his blade’s glow becoming even stronger. With speed, that was enhanced by the Gods, he was dashing between Atlanteans. Cutting them down quicker than they could bring their Aether spears to bear on him.

Atlanteans were dropping quickly, as Demetri continued his dance of death amongst them. Some of them, trying to get off shots at him, shot their comrades. He was too quick for them to get a bearing on. Those near him realized their peril and tried to get away.

Alarmed calls of “Hero” started to come from the Atlanteans. Soon they were all moving back, knowing their hope was in getting distance to concentrate large amounts of fire on the Godspawn and hope they hit him.

The Atlanteans fell back, some just giving up and running, dropping weapons in the desire to get away from him. That is when Artos and the rest of the Companions jumped down into the ravine, onto the demoralized Atlanteans.

Where before they were demoralized and frightened, now they broke in terror as the Hero and his troops were amongst them. Those that could turn and ran, others fell. The much larger Atlantean force was no more.

Decapitating his last foe, Demetri stopped to take measure of his surroundings. No Atlantean remained alive. Most of his Companions had run past him to chase down the fleeing foe. Artos, covered in gore, even in the rain, walked up to him.

“One of these days, my Lord, you will not be so lucky. King Agos will skin me alive if you die in one of these stunts.” Artos said, wiping his face of blood.

“I would think you would be more worried by my mother than our king, my friend.” Demetri said with a laugh.

“Aye, either way I would be better off taking a blast from one of the Atlantean spears.”

“Sound recall Artos, let us not get too scattered in this downpour.” Demetri said as he picked up one of the dead Atlantean’s Aether spears. “At least we have more weapons now and we can give some to the Tugar.”

ATLANTIS

It was a beautiful day, if not a sad one. Lena looked at the vailixi taking off from the aeroport. It gently rose in the air, turned south and sped off to some unknown destination. She looked at Tilor Togolan, studying his face.

A rugged but handsome looking man. Short dark hair, chiseled jaw with dark brown eyes that made her melt. She stared at him, memorizing every detail of his face. His broad shoulders and barrel chest. She reached for his hand and gently touched him.

“Lena, it is only for two months. Then I will be back. I promise.” he said in his deep but tender voice. Putting his other hand on top of hers.

“I know my love, but I always worry.” She grabbed his hand fiercely. “I never know when you will not come back.”

Taking her hand in both of his. “I will be fine. We have a good crew and Risor is a good leader.”

She looked at his smiling face. “Will we ever be together, Tilor?”

His smile turned to a frown. “I want to, but I do not know.” Sighing, he cupped her hands inside his, “I am expected to succeed my father, when his time comes.”

Feeling the loving warmth of his hands slip away with his words. With a tinge of despair, “Tilor, am I to be your mistress forever? To be cast away when you marry another noble to fulfill your duty?”

The momentary satisfaction of making him hurt, as she hurt, was immediately replaced by guilt of spending their last moments together making him suffer.

Removing her hands from his, she took his head in her hands. Looking into his eyes. There was pain there, Lena felt worse now, she knew she caused that pain. “I am sorry Tilor. I know you are trying to work something out for us, but I sometimes feel it will never work out.”

He wrapped his arms around her and with their noses touching, fiercely, “I will make you happy.” He pulled her in, lifting her slightly so she was on the balls of her feet.

Gently, she felt his lips touch hers. Then the tingle came, as it always does when he kisses her. She moved her hands further back on his head, softly digging her fingers into his scalp, while their lips pressed harder together.

One of his hands moved up her back, pressing her breasts closer to him while the other continued to balance her on the balls of her feet. She felt the heat rising in her. Desire for this man was starting to overwhelm her, as they continued to passionately kiss.

His tongue touched her lips, pushing into her mouth. A soft moan escaped, but whose it was, she was not sure. She thought only of him and wanted to go back to her apartment with him to relive their lovemaking they shared earlier that morning.

His upper hand moved to the back of her head and firmly grabbed her hair, further tilting her head back. He separated their kiss, their mouths both partially open and as she exhaled, he inhaled. Their lips gently touched as he starred into her eyes. She felt more heat welling up inside her, encompassing her whole body. Those eyes showed he wanted her and she was willing to give him everything to keep looking into his eyes.

He lowered his head to hers, touching foreheads then lowered her and took her hands in his. The passion of the moment started to drain. Looking down, he whispered, “My flight will leave soon.”

Not trusting to talk, Lena just nodded.

“My sun and moon, I will be back.” Untangling his arms from her and cupping her face in his hands, “By the Gods, we will be together.” A tear started to gather in the corner of his eye. “I love you Lena.”

Tears were starting to overwhelm her as well. She touched his tear as it started to run down his cheek. He was wiping her tears away with his fingers as well. Then he bent down and kissed each eyelid and the tears around them.

ATLANTA NADO

Rogat walks into the barracks at Chido Mendu and sees his friends. He walks to them with his bag and throws it at Noko, who was lounging on his bed. “Get off my bed, you turd.” He yells.

“Rogat, the Gods be blessed, you made it in time.” Cries Migu. “Now I don’t have to be promoted to take your place, because you decided to be late.”

General laughing around the barracks. Senior Trooper Rogat was well liked within the company, especially since he helped save those that remained from a particularly bad ambush they were in a few months ago. The unit was rebuilding and many in the barracks were not familiar to Rogat. Most being new recruits that he would have to teach to live in the war.

Noko got off his bunk. He, Teado and Migu were sitting on the next bunk smiling at Rogat. Not what Rogat wanted, as these guys never really smiled that much. Something was up and they were waiting to surprise him.

“So, what are you three cut-throats planning?” Rogat said with some trepidation.

Trooper Migu spoke up, “Dogat wants to see you. You have been blessed.” He started to smile in a most vicious way. The others smiled more, if that was possible.

Rogat didn’t like what this meant. They have been friends for the last few years in this unit and are the only survivors of the original piilo. Their company came from Altai when it was originally formed. The 3rd Alta Faltan Infantry company has a history of hard fighting and winning but also of heavy losses.

In Altantean infantry forces, each unit is a company that consists of five hundred soldiers divided into four piilo or one hundred swordman units, one seventy man archer unit and a thirty man command unit. Men and women served together, although women tended to be archers because of their generally better shooting skills.

Each piilo was divided into four sections with a Senior Trooper leading three of the sections and a Troop Leader leading the piilo. Rogat was a Senior Trooper leading the 2nd section, 3rd piilo of the 3rd Alta Faltan Infantry.

These units were led by a noble, hero or veteran warrior of many campaigns and years. Dogat was of the last group. A veteran of many years, who was elevated to the lowest level of nobility. Still not allowed a Family name, as most commoners. Nobles like Risor were high nobility and have a Family name, like Tarnor. Rogat being a commoner could aspire to being a noble like Dogat but probably after many more campaigns.

With a threatening look to his three “friends”, Rogat left the barracks to seek Dogat.
He enters Dogat’s office, comes to attention, with right fist over heart. “Senior Trooper Rogat reporting, sir.”

“At ease Rogat.” Dogat looks at him with a measuring gaze. “Rogat, how long have you served the 3rd?”

Relaxing his stance, “8 years sir.”

“And very hard fighting, even leading some.”

“Yes sir. What are you getting at sir?”

Dogat chuckles, “What you feared the most my friend, I am promoting you to Troop Leader of the 3rd piilo.” He sits back and watches Rogat.

Feeling like someone just ran a sword through his gut, Rogat chokes out, “But sir, I can’t do this? I am just a junior section leader.”

“You are the senior section leader now.” He picks up a view tablet. “While you were knee deep in the whores of your home town, Skerios was knee deep in his guts. The piilo went on a raid and was ambushed by some Greeks. Their bad luck, the fuckers had a damn Hero with them.”

Loss for words Rogat unconsciously took a seat. Dogat had an amused look.
“Yes Rogat, you are now Troop Leader of the 3rd piilo by virtue of being the senior surviving member of the piilo. Congrats.”

“I was wondering where most of the guys were. No one told me.”

“Well yes, I told them not to. I didn’t want you to come up with a good excuse not to accept the promotion. We all know how you like just being a trooper. Sorry, no more.” Putting his hand on the view tablet, he activates it. “Promotion of Rogat of Altai to Troop Leader of the 3rd piilo of the 3rd Alta Faltan. Witnessed by the Gods, promotion granted by Dogat, Commander of the 3rd Alta Faltan. May Poseidon watch over you.”

Putting down the view tablet and standing, he offers his hand to Rogat. “There all done.”

Rogat stumbles out of the headquarters to the sight of his three “friends”.

“Did he make you a noble?” chortled Migu to the laughs of the others.

“Fuck yall.” Rogat responded.
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Wall of Destruction Background: On the Learning of Aether

Here is another background story for Wall of Destruction. This one is about the learning of Aether which powers their devices. A future post will talk about how it works but here I try to tell the story of its finding.

Silenus, the teacher of Dionysus, gave Man the secret of how to gather Aether. He loved to drink with the humans and enjoyed their antics when drunk. On one such visit to King Ceros’ court, the survivors of a mauled party were brought before Ceros. They told the tale of how a maruading band of Harpies tore apart a merchant train from a nearby neighbor. How these survivors were from a company of soldiers that happened upon the Harpies feasting on the corpses.

The surviving soldiers told the assemblage how their arrows bounced off the Harpies scales and only their spear points or swords had a chance. Reluctantly, these were only effective when the Harpies closed with the soldier, where their razor sharp claws and teeth were usually too much for the unlucky soldier.

Of the company of 80 soldiers, only seven survived and only two Harpies were killed. The young warrior, Aelthus lamented “We can not fight these creatures, the Gods protect them.”

Silenus stood up in his slightly drunken way, “Ney, brave warrior, the Gods created these creatures but do not protect them. They are sport for the hunts.”

“Sport or not, they are too much for us and Neptune hears us not, in our begging for assistance.” Ceros responded, throwing his chalice to the floor. Only the sound of the flames from the fire and the torch mounts was heard as all were afraid of what would happen next.

Finally Silenus, started laughing uproariously. He was bent over, pounding the table, laughing so hard. Most thought he was crazy or in a weird drunken mood, as was his want.

But Ceros was no longer in the mood for merry making. Not with a few wounded soldiers and tales of many more mauled. “Silenus, your mood does dishonor to my soldiers, I think you should retire for the night.”

All were quiet, knowing that Silenus was of the Gods and to tell a God to leave was unheard of. Finally Silenus calmed down. “King, I mean no insult, I just thought of what I will do and how funny it would be to do so.” As he started giggling again.

Ceros was losing patience but also mindful of who he was talking to. The crowd was stone silent as not sure if movement was wise, in this situation. “What do you mean what you will do Silenus?”

“Why, I will give you the knowledge to build Aether weapons. That will even the odds. I daresay that will allow you to hunt these foul beasts and chase them out of your lands.” Silenus chortled, as he started to laugh harder and harder, reaching for a glass of wine and nearly choking on it.

The import of what he just said was not lost on the King or many in the crowd. The Atlanteans knew of Aether and how it powered the weapons of the Gods and Heroes, but did not know how to harnest it to their will. Here, they were in the presence of a drunken Godling, that said he would tell them the secret.

Ceros, always keenly attuned to the situation, started to laugh as well. “Silenus, that is great news and the sign of a dear friend. Come tell us what we need to do so we can make use of this source.”

Silenus said, “Fetch your priests, since prayer is required. Oh and bring forth your virtuous men and maidens.”

“Why my lord?” asked the servant pouring Silenus more wine. He eyed her critically then grabbed her and sat her on his lap.

“Because my dear” looking at the King, “Power corrupts and this is the power of the Gods.” Turning back to the crowd “Good mortals you might be, above those poor fouls that know nothing of wine, but you are not strong enough to resist the power of Aether.” He said as he finished his cup, then took the pitcher from the servant.

Ceros looked at Silenus, looking for the key to the warning he just gave. “Dear Silenus, what do you intend with the virtuous people we summon.” At this time, some priests entered the hall.

Silenus, removed the servant from his lap, then stood and stretched. “My friend, King Ceros, I do this to help you but also to save you. For once I give you the secrets of Aether, the Gods will be angered. What they do, I am not sure. I might be cosigning you and yours to death.”

Prince Tolenar stood up near the dias and asked, “Good Silenus, then why give us something that might have us punished with death?”

Silenus looked at the prince, with a huge grin. “Didn’t I tell you? I will not give you the secret. You must figure out how to get it. Now you know the possible cost, you risk with full knowledge that this could kill you.” Looking back at the King, “My King, shall I continue?”

Ceros, looked over the assembled people, seeing family and friends and knowing that what he said next would change the course of his people. “We do this in the hopes of bettering our poeple. Silenus, please give us the secret.”

Silenus’s visage went from merry and drunk to sober and serious. “King Ceros of Atlantis and the 7 Isles, you ask to open the box of knowledge, knowing that to do so could cause a great doom to settle on your people. Is this correct?”

Ceros looked at Silenus and thought, “Was this a test of the Gods or a trap?” He desired the knowledge that could be theirs. Looking over the assembled nobles of Atlantis, he saw many waited eagerly for him to continue. Licking his lips, “Yes, we seek the knowledge of Aether.”

In an instant the serious and sober vistage was replaced with the drunken old fool look, “Great! And so shall it be. I really do wonder what will happen.” Pulling a flute from his rob, he piped a short diddy and then called out, “Pandora, be a dear and bring the Box of Knowledge.”

Everyone looked around, looking for this Pandora. No one saw anyone and wondered if Old Silenus was having a laugh at their expense. Suddenly the Hall filled with the smell of flowers and a ray of moon beam solidified through one of the windows. Down came the most beautiful young maiden any of them had ever seen.

She carried a small oynx box and walked to Silenus. Who, normally a borderline groper, was acting sober and somber again. “There you are young lady. Good.” Now he looked to the priests and virtuous men and women. “Into a circle of priests and one of the virtuous.” They were looking at the King for guidance. When Silenus bellowed, “Hurry now, the moon beam will go soon and so must Pandora.” At which point, Pandora smiled a sad smile.

The priests and people quickly formed circles, as the rest of the crowd moved around them. The King stayed on his dias, completely mesmerized by the events.

Silenus looked around and quickly settled on the Prince. “Prince, come here, to you shall be the honor or curse of opening the Box of Knowledge.” The prince came to Silenus and Pandora.

Looking between them and licking his lips, the prince touched the box. He looked up into Pandora’s eyes, then said, “Is this your box, Pandora?”

“No, I am but the bearer of this device, at Silenus’s request.”

He fiddled with the latch and was rewarded with a spring loaded needle pricking his finger. Crying out in alarm and pain, Prince Tolenar jumped back. Looking accusingly at Silenus, “You didn’t say it was armed.”

Looking innocently at the Prince and then the King, “You didn’t ask if it was armed, did you?” Then smiling, he opened the box the rest of the way for the Prince. “In Pandora’s box resides two smaller boxes. One for the priests and one for the virtuous. The knowledge of Aether shall forever remain separate and flow down through history as thus.”

Lifting one of the small boxes he walked to the circle of priests and entered the ring. “To the priests is given the knowledge of how to channel the power of Aether into containers. Also will be the knowledge of how to build Mother Stones that will direct the power.” He opened the box and a strong wind came forth and whipped around the priests. “This knowledge shall be taught to other priests who are worthy of the knowledge.” All the priests swooned in the winds and then fell asleep. “Distrub them not, they will awaken, in due course.”

Then Silenus came back to Pandora and took the second box out of the one Pandora held. “This is the secret of manipulating the power. While the priests can power devices, they can not use the devices that are not made to be operated by anyone.” He walked to the circle.

The Prince asked, “What do you mean they can not use devices not made for anyone?”

Silenus ignored the statement, looked around the group of men and women. “To you, is the gift of power. You can use the devices you create as long as they have power. Once they are out of power, the priests will have to recharge them. The priests can see the Aether and channel it into the devices but you can not see Aether except through the devices.”

And with that, he opened the box and a cloud billowed forth surrounding the virtuous. No one could see into the cloud but they heard a few cries of alarm and then the sound of people falling to the ground. “Come not, this is only for them. The cloud is poison for all others.”

This made the crowd quickly move back in fear of touching the cloud. When the cloud dissipated, Silenus was there amongst the fallen people. He walked back to Pandora and the Prince and placed the second box back into Pandora’s box.

“You may go child.” He said to Pandora, who curtsied and walked back to the moon beam. As she stepped onto the moon beam, she disappeared and the solid beam dematerialized. A thunder clap was then heard with massive lightning a few seconds later.

“Ah, Zeus is now aware.” Silenus said with wonder in his voice.

Ceros came off the throne and down to Silenus. “Dear Silenus, what does Zeus say?”

With closed eyes, Silenus held his head towards the windows. “He is truly angry, but Posideon is there with his brother. He is defending your actions and speaking of the conditions I made.”

The priests and virtuous started to wake, most with wonder in their eyes at the new knowledge they have been given. Most started to stand up but could not without assistance.

The thunder and lightning continued to increase, to the point where the thunder shook the Great Hall of the Sea King. People cried out in alarm but could not be heard by their neighbors as the thunder was constant at that point. Many fell to their knees and prayed for forgiveness or protection, depending on the God or Goddess they revered.

Even Ceros, Sea King, King of Atlantis and the 7 Isles, fell to his knees and begged Posideon to save them. In minutes only Silenus and Prince Tolenar were standing. Tolenar more in a stupor, stood and swayed to an unheard beat. Silenus, turned his smiling face to where Tolenar was. The thunder grew quiet, as a singers last lingering notes spill from her mouth.

“Now comes the last Doom of the evening.” Intoned Silenus, completely sober and very serious. He looked at Prince Tolenar. “You or more appropriately, your descendants, will cause the downfall of Atlantis.” Everyone was looking at the Prince.”

Wall of Destruction – Lena’s Story – Outline

So, one of the characters I wish to write about in a future book would be Lena. Tilor’s girlfriend that he can not wed because he is an Atlantean noble and she a commoner. Sounds familiar, right? Well, in a way it is, but she gets her own adventure.  Here is part of the outline I was thinking for her story.

– Opens as Lena is with Tilor at the Atlantis Airport saying goodbye to Tilor as he gets ready to go back to duty in Sundaland (start of Wall of Destruction – WoD).

– See her life in Atlantis, 3 days later, as she learns of the strikes on Rama. How the folks of Atlantis are excited and think the war will be over soon. The city is euphoric and Lena believes Tilor will be back soon. She is worried because she has not heard from him yet.

– Day 4, going to work Lena hears of the counter strikes of Rama using their WMDs. How they destroy Sundaland’s colony and base and Lena is worried about Tilor. She has not heard from him for the last two days and is fearful that something happened to him.

– Day 5, Tilor walks into Lena’s bar to surprise her. He tells her of what is going on and how the destruction of Sundaland’s colony was. He spends the day with her.

– Day 6, Tilor leaves to visit Risor. He has completed his trial and is returning home and wants to say good bye.. Rama attempts a strike on Atlantis and Lena sees the same attack that Risor and Tilor do in WoD..Afterwards, Lena and Tilor meet up and Tilor talks about her getting out of Atlantis. She agrees as the strike early that day unsettled her, even if not successful.

– Day 9, Tilor gets them passage on a boat bound for Africa. They plan to travel half way to Luxa (Egypt) and for her to stay in a small town along the coast. They will look for a house that she can stay in until the war calms down. Tilor doesn’t want her near any large city as they would be targets.

– Day 12, They near the town that Tilor found and then shop for a house to rent. They find a home owned by a widow and her children. The family makes baskets and Lena can help them to make baskets. Tilor pays for 6 months up front and gives Lena more money. They say their good byes as Tilor wishes to also go home to visit his parents in the Caribbean.

– Two weeks later, Lena is happy with Kala and her 2 children. She dreams of finally marrying Tilor and having children even though she knows that would be difficult. Tilor was a noble and Lena was just a common citizen. Plus Tilor was fearful of what his father would say. Then the peaceful calm she was enjoying was shattered as an alert of a tsunami coming towards the town causes all to run further inland to the hills. Luckily only the docks were destroyed as the town was up a slight rise and the tsunami was more a very high tide at this point. They count themselves lucky but then find out that Atlantis was devastated.

– One week later. The town had plenty of food and Lena was safe with Kala but she was very worried about Tilor and of course Atlantis itself. The city was said to be abandoned and most of the garrison of their town was sent to fight Rama. There were rumors that the Greeks were striking during this time of disaster. Rumors said they were striking along the African coast and other Atlantean colonies along the Med.

– 3 days later. Lena, Kala and the kids are woken to the sound of alarm and cries of war and pain. Lena goes out the door and sees that the town is under attack by the Greeks. With most of the garrison gone, the fight is short and desperate for the defenders as they try to buy the civilians time to escape into the surrounding hills and savannah.

– They are captured almost to the hills. the Greeks take them on their boat and take them back to their city across the Med in Sicily. There Lena, Kala and the kids are used as slaves. They are luckily not raped as Lena learns the Greeks are asking for a ransom for the hostages they have taken. Lean and Kala confide with the other slaves that were there before them that Atlantis will probably not pay for them as she has her own problems with the city being destroyed.

– One month goes by and Lena was being treated okay. The Greeks were honorable and while still slaves, let them live in their own huts without bonds. Those that try to escape are cruelly tortured then killed but if the slaves are good and do their work, they are left to their own devices. Since most of the slaves are women and children the Greeks are not worried about a revolt. While the Greeks did not force themselves on the women, they let it be known that a favor for a favor goes a long way. Many of the women did decide to ease their existence. Lena couldn’t blame them.

– That night Lena is awoken to explosions as Atlantean vailixi strike the Greek town. Afterwards Atlantean armored troops enter the village and fight the Greeks. Lena watches as the Greek Hero, one imbued with the power of the Gods, kills many of the armored Atlantean troops only to be eventually cut down due to aether spear blasts. The Atlanteans rescue all the slaves and take them back to New Atlantis.

Think it could be a movie or integrated into the When Atlantis Fell movies?

From the web: One group of scientists look at vimana

http://www.cnet.com/news/ancient-indian-aircraftspaceship-on-agenda-of-major-science-conference/

Vimana, or flying craft, mentioned in the ancient Hindu texts were considered, by many modern scientists, as creations of myth. There is no proof that they existed, other than the documents that mention them. But wouldn’t it be interesting if something was found?

What if these myths were real, long ago. There would probably be those that had no idea what the technology was. Like today, many of the users of the Internet don’t know how it works, just that it works. If the world went into a global disaster, then years later when the old ones were reminiscing about how wonder life was, they might talk about the Internet to those around the camp fire.

How they were able to order things and have them delivered to their home. How they could see movies and pictures of places they have never been to. Listen to people speak from the other side of the world.

How would those young people that never experienced anything like that react? They might be awed. Then tell others that they know, maybe those of the village that were not present at the fire. Or were out fishing or hunting. We know through the classroom experiment, grapevine, that the story told through many people changes.

Being that these people probably struggled to survive daily, then a tale of something so wondrous and magical would probably remain in the minds. When the old ones died, no one would be there to correct the story. It would be a story about the time before the great <put favorite disaster here>.

Men were gods, they called up magic and moved faster than a horse could carry them. They could travel to the stars and go from one part of the world to another in one day! They cured most diseases and lived more than 80 winters. They run for enjoyment not to survive.

Eventually, the people would try to codify the stories of the First Time, the Golden Age of Man. When gods walked amongst the people. They had vast power at their disposal but also great and savage weapons of power. The gods waged war on each other with flying craft that shot arrows of massive power. They sailed the oceans and could sail under the oceans.

Why did beings of such power die? It had to be the great <put favorite disaster here> was the punishment by the Father of the gods. Still the name of the tools of the gods might not be remembered but some of the things they could do, explained as the people could explain.

Is this the future of mankind if we get one of the <put favorite disaster here>? Is this the past of mankind?  We do know that we get certain disasters over and over and of course man just loves killing his fellow man.

Is this true? Who knows, until we search more underwater, I will hold out hope. Is this a possible future of ours? Possible, we don’t really know what the peasants of the Dark Ages used to say about the times of Rome. It would be interesting to know though.

 

 

Log Line for Wall of Destruction

Happy New Year. I have pieced together the Log Line I think I want to use for my submission to Hollywood. Under 50 words and I can say in about 10 seconds at a normal pace. Does it describe when, where, who and why it might be interesting enough?

During the last ice age, a war between advanced civilizations, ravages the world. The survivors of a remote colony struggle to build a new life and escape the grasp of far away, war crazed Atlantis.

Why is Wall of Destruction my first book?

DSC02606A few years ago I picked up a book by Graham Hancock called “Fingerprints of the Gods” that changed the way I thought of history. I have been a history nut since my school days but in this book Mr. Hancock challenged the orthodox views of how civilization progressed. I was hooked.

Many of the arguments made sense to me and I started reading more from Mr. Hancock and others that wrote of similar views. One of the biggest challenges to these views was, “where is the evidence?” Many things mentioned by these writers had little corroborating information or not enough to stir the archaeological community to further investigate.

Where is the evidence? Maybe in the ocean. Since the last ice age, sea levels have risen over 150 feet globally. Large swaths of land that used to be shore side are now under tens or hundreds of feet of water. The Persian Gulf used to be a river valley, Florida used to be about twice its size, Sundaland was a landmass that included large swaths of Southeast Asia and the Gulf of Mexico was half its size and more a bay with small waterways connecting it to the Atlantic Ocean.

Then you look at human nature and you notice that we really love to build cities near the coast or along rivers. We always have. Almost all ancient cities were near bodies of water because we need water to survive. Especially nice places were river deltas, building a city as close as you can to a delta really gave you an advantage. The land is more fertile, you have access to the seas and trade. Just a sweet place to put down some roots.

Until the sea levels rise that is. Once the seas start flooding your crops or even your house, it tends to make the place uninhabitable and less desirous. Storms cause more damage and water gets caught in tidal pools that, due to stagnation, might cause disease and all that other fun stuff.

If you do have cities, you have specialization of skills. I myself am an IT engineer, not a farmer or hunter. I might have some of those skills or learn quickly but what if I am dropped into an area without more than I can carry? If I left in a hurry, did I bring an axe? food? water? clothes? If I did, did every one else? Will I have to fend off other starving people for the food and tools I did bring? If I am fending them off, can I continue to feed myself?

Leaving the environs of a city quickly might also cause the loss of industry and the devaluing of specialization. Can you make the tools you need or did the tooling systems you require sink with the city? Could you even stay in large, organized groups? Might you have to break up into smaller and smaller groups to have a chance to feed your group? Non-survival skills then become unused and eventually forgotten.

How could a civilization die? I think these could be causes of an advanced society reverting to hunter gatherers. Just need to find some evidence of city remains. The cool thing is they are starting to look in the oceans and are finding things that are questioning the current story of man.

This is one of the premises in Wall of Destruction, a “When Atlantis Fell” saga. Something happens to cause the cities to be abandoned and the survivors need to learn to “go native” to survive. As this is a book of fiction, I also took the liberty of using stories of Atlantis and other ancient  tales to build my civilizations.

I will add more about it in the coming posts.