Stars. There were more stars than I had ever seen in my lifetime. They were thousands of tiny pinholes in the great tapestry that was the night sky. They sparkled, oblivious to the storm that was about to obscure their view of the Atlantic. Around us, great walls of angry water crashed on to the prow of our vessel. The stench of seaweed and surf attacked my nostrils. The nausea slipped into my throat and threatened to explode in front of me. I was never one for the sea.
The lost city of Atlantis laid in our wake. We were speeding away as quickly as the ancient Atlantean vessel we were using could take us. I glanced back at the shimmering city; the iridescent glow of the structures lit the night sky like a beacon from a large lighthouse. The city seemed to lunge out from the sea. Lightning zigzagged in bright flashes of sky above us and the wind whipped up around us – causing large waves to crash up against the ship’s hull. It responded with violent gyrations up and down, left and right, all the while losing its battle with the unforgiving aquatic. This was not going to be an easy get-away.
The ship that allowed our escape emitted the same strange iridescence that came from the lost city. A white glow on the deck, the sails, the steering mechanism - everything. In many ways, the ship resembled an old Spanish Galleon – but it pre-dated Spanish construction by one hundred centuries. Yet the vessel appeared as if it had just been finished. There were no signs of decay. If you rubbed your hand against any part of the ship, it would feel similar to the smooth surface of fiberglass – but this was no fiberglass vessel. The intensity of the waves crashing into the framework would snap a fiberglass ship in half.
The waves were getting massive and more frightening, crashing over the bow and drenching us. One after another, they came – each taller and more ominous than the last. They began to appear like dark blue mountains toppling toward us at breakneck speed, their white-foamed tops a rabid dog chasing its victim. The ship lurched violently causing me to lose balance. I fell and slid along the deck until my feet slammed against the deck rail on the opposite side of where I had been standing. The sea soaked my clothing. My skin turned ice cold. My companions grabbed whatever they could to avoid being twisted into the fuming washing machine that was Atlantis’ namesake. I couldn’t help but wonder where we would go from here. With the raising of Atlantis – the human race was no longer the dominant species on the Earth. We were servants of the Gods once again. The realization of how we reached this point troubled my mind. We had searched so long for the lost origin of our civilization – only to find that with its discovery came dire consequences. And there we were – being tossed around, not knowing whether or not we would live to see the aftermath of what we had unleashed upon the world.
Forgive my manners, I haven’t even introduced myself. My name is Dan Ryan. Perhaps you know me as the best selling author of the acclaimed He Returns apocalyptic series of books. Not to exude arrogance – but if you haven’t heard of me, you should have. No evangelistic series has ever sold as many books or made as much money as my anthology. Don’t mistake my bravado. I don’t presume to include myself among the class of the greats like Asimov, Bradbury, or Stephen King. I’m no Anne Rice or JK Rowling. I know my place and it’s purely apocalyptic fiction. I made my fortune with tales of my hero, Gabriel Randolph, witnessing the rise of the Anti-Christ and the return of Jesus.
I have different motives for this story. In fact, this will be a vastly different experience for me. My previous books were about fictional characters. Fictional places. Fictional events. This is the first time I am writing about my own experiences. People I know. Major events in my life. Indeed – events that would affect the history of the world. What set me off on this adventure? Tragedy. Death. A loss of purpose. I couldn’t help but look in the mirror and feel as if I wasn’t what was staring back. I was much more than just dark spiky hair, bushy eyebrows, and a three-day old beard. I was more then my thin frame, my dark eyes, my small but bulbous nose, and my pale skin.
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Ancient RisingScience Fiction
The JC De La Torre classic is back and better than ever. In 2005, Ancient Rising introduced the world to Dan Ryan, the hunt for Atlantis and the Greek Gods. Called by reviewers as "breathless, moving at a breakneck speed" and "fast moving adventure...