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‘For centuries, empires have come and gone in this world. Only a few survived to flourish to the point of success in the modern world. But more have vanished into the frameworks of history, and even more have completely vanished, not recorded in any sort of historical document. There is one, however, that was recorded and to this day, is debated on its existence. The Empire of Atlantis, once beautiful and advanced beyond human imagination, now lies at the bottom of the ocean. Or so it is believed.
The people of Atlantis knew there was a horrific accident about to happen to them. So, in order to insure their survival to a future where they will once more be the greatest of empires, they sent several children to different points in the future. But no one except for the leftover Atlantians knew, for as the tsunami bore down upon them, the Elders pulled upon their powers to send Atlantis to a pocket dimension, frozen until the children of Atlantis bring their powers together and return Atlantis to Earth.’
“What a weird story,” a young girl said as she closes the book on myths she picked up in the library. She’s a girl around the age of 17, standing at about 5’5. She has dyed blue hair with the left side reaching her shoulders while the right side only came down to her ears, brilliant teal colored eyes, and tanned skin with a strange birthmark on the back of her neck. As she pondered over what she had read, her older brother opened the trapdoor that lead to her room, accessible by a ladder that could be pulled down or pulled up. “Yo, Pua. Mother has been calling you for half an hour now,” he told her, leaning on the floor in front of him. The young girl, who’s called Pua by her closest people, rolled her eyes and tossed the book at her brother, hitting him straight in the face. “Ow!” was all Pua heard as her brother fell down the ladder. She made to get up to see what her mother wanted, avoiding the small piles of random clothes and books.
As she approached the trapdoor, the world around her started to sway, the trapdoor closing firmly with a snap. Pua tried to say something, even do anything, but it was like she was frozen as the world swayed faster and started to get darker. There was a sudden sharp pain in the back of her neck, and a bright flash of blue-white before she collapsed, out before she hit the ground.
“…oung lady! Please wake up!” accompanied with water being splashed on her face was what Pua awoke to, sputtering and jolting up from the floor. The person who held the bucket was a person clothed in white with a light blue veil over their head. Other than that it was impossible to tell who they were, not even by their voice. They were incredibly tall though, at the very least reaching seven feet.
The place Pua found herself in was a plain room with large stained-glass windows. These surprised Pua because it appeared that the windows looked into the ocean, with wave reflections thrown across the room. It smelled vaguely of ocean water with a slight hint of lilac and vanilla. The ceiling lights looked like jellyfish and the wall lights looked like shells. There were beds lining both sides of the room, with white bedding lined in gold.
“Young lady! Can you please pay attention?” the person in front of her asked irritated. “Sorry?” Pua replied, a bit confused and a little offended. “You are Pualani Laemoa, correct?” the person asked. “Why?” Pua asked, on guard immediately at this stranger knowing her name. “I am Vytal, one of the Elders of Atlantis,” Vytal told her, “Follow me to meet the others,” they started walking away, leaving Pua no choice to follow them.
They walked through a seemingly endless white hallway with more stained-glass windows. Pua couldn’t shake a strange feeling of familiarity as she walked behind Vytal, not quite believing that they were a supposed Atlantian Elder. After all, Atlantis was just a myth, right? Pua’s train of thought was cut short as a large wooden door came into view, Vytal stopping in front of it. “We are here,” they said, opening the door.