Atlantis:: Prologue

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Atlantis has fallen.

Submitted: January 03, 2010

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 So many people were being killed. Just...Slaughtered on sight. I couldn't believe my eyes, and my eyes never deceive me. Hundreds: dying: by the hands of the people I thought would be our saviors. They promised sanctuary to my people, to my city, to every life that is now being brutally murdered.
 In a moments time, they took out their guns, their knives, their technology...and claimed the lives of over three hundred innocent people, in a town of two thousand. It's even harder to believe, that no matter what I thought I'd be able to do out there, I was stuck in here. In this stupid, sealed off, demeaning, hell of a cage. My legs and arms bound to the wall by chains, my mouth sewed shut. I am helpless.
 They're making me watch it on a big screen. Blood being poured from my people; from the honest, hard working, people whose technology and times were far beneath the murderers. I'd hardly call it a fair fight. Men are supposed to be fighters and lovers. Men are supposed to be fearless and strong. Right now, I am none of these. I'm weak, crying and alone.
 I can feel my tears, hot and burning straight down my cheeks. I'm sure my weeping for my city and it's people is heard by absolutely no one. These people can burn in what they believe is hell; they should be tortured and hanged. I'm aware that at my young age of sixteen, I'm supposed to be the idol and leader of this city...of my city. The youngest Emperor that ever lived. I am, however, lived to be known as the only idol that has ever been defeated. I have let down and lost the trust of everyone.
 I can not think of anything else to do. I am unheard. I am unable to move. My heart has been utterly destroyed. Thinking back to the year 3000, everyone was simple and happy...Now, I would give anything to go back. Before all of this, before I was ruler, before the future even began...Before my people and I met and discovered the existence of these undeniable, traitorous, beings.
 I can do nothing...I'm just a kid. Right now, watching the horrors of this hour, I'll allow myself to cry; to cry like a child; I don't even give a fuck if the guards by my side beat me: for I have nothing else to loose, and I have no more pain I'm capable of feeling.

 


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