Atlantis throne room, Atlantis, 4394 BC
(POV King Atlan III)
It was a regular day in Atlantis here in Atlantis and Atlan was quite bored with the paperwork he still had to go through. It was expected of him as an elected king to make sure that everything was running smoothly. Unfortunately for him, nobody told him about the monotony of his position before he announced hid candidature for the position. It's been a few millennia's since he even studied magic as he did in his youth. And while he's still the most powerful water elental in the city, there's still so much he could discover. Alas, this is not the ti to ponder upon the decisions of his youth.
I wish to have found an apprentice or a successor to my legacy by now, but since the population size is regulated in the city, the number of possible successors is low. To maintain a stable population, an automatic and temporary infertility ward is cast around the island if the population reaches 100'000 citizens. Considering the mortality rate is very low because of the availability of the fountain of youth, people generally either choose to die, fed up with their life, or are killed.
Even then no one in the academy seems to have the magical talent necessary or most importantly, the temperant required for ruling. Blast the population quota, destroying my hopes of retirent. As a king, I cannot leave my post except by announcing my successor or by dying. I am personally hoping for the forr. The clans can truly be ambitious, and I expect if I do not choose my successor soon, they'll attempt to assassinate . The Grimm clan has been especially restless recently and I expect them to attempt sothing in a few centuries.
Suddenly, I feel the wards inform that there has been an intruder on the island. An outsider, this is unprecedented. There hasn't been a single outsider in Atlantis since its creation. I investigate the breach and find there to be no damage to the wards. Interesting. Looking around, I find a girl with black hair, passed out face first into the sand. The first thing that cos to mind when I start sensing her magic is Power. She is not that powerful right now, but her potential is imnse, and very talented. I'll have to test her when I get her into the infirmary. Considering how young she looks and the power she will one day wield, it may be possible to train her to be my successor. Perhaps my prayers were answered.
(POV Morgan)
I wake up, confused; I am not in my bed. I'm in so sort of infirmary, a magical infirmary to be certain. I can feel the magic everywhere around, too much magic for a muggle to not see. I need to know where I am and how long I've been passed out for. First, I check my ntal shields. They're intact, good. I decide to use the tempus charm to find out how long I have been out. It cos out inconclusive. That's weird; tempus is a charm that connects to an indestructible clock created centuries ago in Greenwich.
Sothing must be interfering with the charm. I modify the charm to determine the date using the position of the stars and then the position of the sun to find out the ti. Thank God I was bored for a weekend and ended up finishing up the astronomy curriculum. Extrely boring but can be dead useful in rituals, potions and funnily enough my situation. As I use my modified charm, I wait for the calculations to finish and it's the year that baffles : -4394. This must be a malfunction; I can't be in the past, especially this far back. I recheck my calculations and everything checks out. I suddenly rember what happened to before passing out. I touched an unfamiliar ancient locket in a museum, it activated and I rember being drained of my magic. I feel my magic, fortunately, it's seems to have replenished. I rember the locket acting like a portkey, my landing on a beach and the locket turning to ash. It could be possible considering what kind of ancient magic bullshit is possible.
But there isn't supposed to be a civilization this advanced in this ti. Am I in an alien city? I rember the Kree invading the Earth in the past but I don't rember exactly when they invaded.
I look at the window to find out where I landed and I gasp at the beauty of it. The city is magnificent, seemingly carved out of a single mountain with its white marble houses, towers, and palace. Nerved with golden veins in them, which reflected the sunlight in such a way that it looked as if it ca out of a fairytale. In the middle of the city, is a great tower, far larger than the empire state building. I use my telepathy to sense that there are exactly 100'000 habitats in this city. I can feel them using magic everywhere, enchanting everything they need. This feels like what magic should be. What the wizarding world should have been. This feels like ho, and I expect it would for anyone that practices magic. The only word I could have used to describe the magnificence of this place is Paradise.
"Not quite my dear girl."
I realized I spoke the last word out loud and, in a language, I never learnt before. It's ti like this that I thank God that I had my languages talent. After a mont of silence, I reply, "And what would you call it?"
"I would call it ho, but you can call it Atlantis."
I freeze at the na, not believing I was in the legendary fallen city. A place of birth of so many myths, especially for magical society. A single item coming from Atlantis, no matter how insignificant and useless it is, would be priceless in the future. A place rumored to be the birthplace of magic itself, although I know for a fact that's not true. There was a theory, about how all wizards are descendants of the citizen of Atlantis.
I don't know if he didn't see my baffled look or just didn't care because he continued, "You were found in the beach with a case of internal magical exhaustion. Now, it's not every day we find little girls passed out with a rune of power on their forehead and with a lot of ti energy residue on her. Now who are you girl? And how did you bypass Atlantis' protection?"
"Isn't it polite to introduce oneself before demanding the identity of another?"
He sighs, "Fine, my na is Atlan the third and I am today, the king of Atlantis."
I freeze, not expecting him to actually be the king himself. He looks old yet he moves like guy in his twenties. He reminds of a muscular Odin without the eyepatch. As I attempt to sense his magic, I am astonished. I have never been in a position where my magic was so far more inferior to soone else. His magic feels of the ocean, and hurricanes. His sea green eyes feel like they could hold storms inside them. I feel intimidated to be honest.
He clears his throat, startling , "This is the part where you introduce yourself."
"Yeah, sorry, my na is Morgan Evanshade and I don't know exactly what happened, but I accidentally touched an artifact and arrived here. As you have probably guessed, I am not of this ti."
"Odd, ti usually tends to stop people going back in ti in fear of destroying the tistream. They usually end up disintegrating. The fact that you are in one piece can be considered a miracle. Or as if you were always ant to co here. You must have a role affecting the world's history sohow."
"Is there any way you could send back?"
"I'll have a Master of Chronomancy study your case but I wouldn't be optimistic if I were you. If you were brought here by the powers then you will probably won't be allowed to leave before you have achieved what you're fated to do."
"What if there's a prophecy concerning in the future, how can I fulfill it and have a destiny in my world's past. It doesn't make any sense."
"It seems that you'll have to take the long way to your present. For now, do not speak of your experiences of the future. We cannot afford to create a paradox."
"Of course, king Atlan."
He turns around and exits the room, leaving contemplating on how I'll live for 6000 years without going insane. But think of the history I can live and experience. The magics I can uncover. And it's not like there's anyone in my life for to miss. Other than Alfred and Tilly, I barely spoke to anyone in my last few years of living alone. The Potter's don't count because they're not family, not anymore. Family is a group of people that care and protects one another. Bonds are thicker than blood. What they are to is the sa as a sperm donor in a dical clinic. You might share blood but you will never be family.
A few hours later
Atlan enters the room with a neutral expression on his face. The mont I look into his eyes, I knew I would not be going ho. I'm surprisingly okay with this.
As expected, "Morgan Evanshade, I have so bad news. I asked a few masters of ti magic and I'm afraid you can't return to your ho. I know this is unfortunate but the best I can do is to help you have a comfortable stay here in Atlantis. You will be given an Atlantean na, a residence in my palace and a magical education."
I barely stop myself from squealing. "Thank you, king Atlan, but do not feel guilty, I have no one to go back to."
He frowns and nods, "I have perford an abilities test on your magic to choose the area on magic your magic prefers. It says here you're a shapeshifter. A useful ability. You have so good amount of talent in elental magic, with shadow magic being your most favorable elent. Your potential in soul magic and blood magic seems remarkably high for soone outside a clan. Your potential in transmutation and physical magic is average at best. Your weakest potential is for Healing magic and Holy magic. However, your potential in runes and mind magic eclipses any I have ever seen before or seen docunted before. That's of course excluding external magic or sorcery where your success depends on your intelligence and hard work. That's an affinity that cannot be inherited."
I just nodded stupefied with my magical potential. Ever since I have t Atlan, I have felt like an ant before him. To realize I have the potential to stand amongst them is astounding.
"You will enter the academy until you understand the basics of each magical branch. When you graduate, if you do a good enough job, you will be offered an apprenticeship with a master. If you really impress , I could even offer you an apprenticeship myself. On another note, why is your na so long?"
"I don't understand, both my nas are short."
"You have two nas?" to which I replied, "Yes the first na is mine and the second one my family's"
"Ah, so you put your clan's na at the end your na."
"Well yeah but I don't really have a clan, I just chose Evanshade because I liked how it sounded."
"Why do you not have a clan, young one?"
"When I was younger, a man attacked my family and tried to kill and my brother. He used a soul-based attack, a curse that cannot be stopped and it hit . But rather than killing , it sohow reflected upon him, causing his demise. That is how I received my rune scar. After the attack they thought my brother was the one attacked and celebrated his victory. However, they feared retaliation from the man's followers and grew paranoid. They found an obscure blood ward they wanted to use but that can only contain three people. And so, I was chosen to be left with my aunt who was terrified of magic and after a few years of being her servant, I was left for dead in an unknown place. After their abandonnt, I couldn't bare to consider them as family. I understand why they did what they did, and I don't hate them for it. They are simply not family anymore." I say, feeling that pain in my heart well up, and my eyes water.
Atlan gives a hug, his eyes full of kindness and compassion, and I pour my heart out on his shoulder. It's the first ti since I ca into this world when I really felt like I had a person I could depend on. Maybe traveling to the past wasn't such a bad thing after all.
"Now since you're staying here, you will need to get used to the traditions here. We only have one na, and we only need one na. As your new King, it's an honor for to na you. Welco to Atlantis ... Morrigan."
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