Atlantis the Secret Kingdom

Note from Author: "This is the beginning of a much longer work of fiction."

Prologue

As told in the Atlantean chronicles:

For a thousand years, Atlantis stood as the pinnacle of culture and science. Majestic buildings and stunning displays of architecture and art stood as a beacon of civility in a world of savagery and barbarism. The greatest minds of Atlantis motorized their cities on the volcanic power of the island. Tapping the energy of the planets blood, their society believed it would last forever.

During the fourth cycle of Reason and the Age of Illumination, a great mind of science implored the Atlantean Senate to heed his warnings. For though the great city was a testament to the advancement of human kind, the city was built upon a volcanic island.

Atlantis had long harnessed the power of the volcano, bringing free energy to its populace and industry. The scientist warned of a day when the mountain would rebel against its captors and choose to unleash the full fury of its wrath. The other scientists, concerned about their status within the society, scoffed at the man, and assured the governing body of senators that the island was quite safe. Little did the deniers realize that their attempts at harnessing the massive power of the volcano hurried their own destruction

For within a hundred years, the silent magma would spew from the volcano’s mouth and crack the island like an egg, scorching its inhabitants in rive rs of molten blood. The night of destruction began without warning. The volcano would not be ignored anymore and with an anger of the ages, it released its fury upon those who would ignore its cries of pain. The blood of the planet enveloped its captors and with one swift cry, decimated all who ignored its power, a retribution that sank the city into the seas.

The volcano would choose to kill all life on the surface of the planet, with its volcanic ash blotting out the sun. The surface world would know death and time would march on in its ignorance.

In the fifth cycle of reason, the age of rebirth began. Having survived the cataclysmic destruction of the Atlantean Island, a small group of soldiers, scientists, and farmers were protected by the domes in the undersea community of Noolifar. The city of Atlantis may have perished, but the Kingdom of Atlantis lived on in her people. Adapting to their new world would not be easy. Exploration of the world’s oceans had led to the formation of this small farming community which now would serve as the new Atlantean Kingdom. Scientist would never be allowed to tap the planets resources for its own gain. The people would change to fit in the world they now dwelled. Combining the genetics of man and animal, new generations of Atlanteans would change to live in harmony with their environment.

In the fifth cycle of Reason, during the age of Revitalization, science had furthered the advancement of human kind. Evolving into a new species of life, Atlanteans worked together with the oceans to become a marvel of the ages. Thousands of years had passed since the destruction of the original Atlantean city. Humans had survived the worlds destruction but were fearful of their ocean cousins, so Atlantean society withdrew from the surface world, becoming myth and legend.

At the end of the ninth cycle, Atlantean manipulation of its people reached a critical juncture. A plague of death had begun taking the citizens of Atlantis. This Shard of blackness infected young and old, strong and weak, men and children. With no cure, the diseased were quarantined in a desperate attempt to save the Kingdom. Some of these outcasts would survive their prison and return to claim the Kingdom for themselves. King Rayyan repelled the invaders in an epic battle that left thousands of dead or dying. He would declare all adaption science would end and the outcasts banished for all time.

Ch 1

Five am and the alarm clock wakes him from deep sleep. Fumbling with the noisy box, it falls off the nightstand and continues its blaring voice from the floor. Groaning, the young man stared at the ceiling. A loud thud from the wall above his head, caused him to sit up. He could hear a muffled cry from beyond his door. That could only be his roommate and close friend, Jimmu, in the next room. “Thud!” went the wall again. The second thump was obviously Jim’s girlfriend Lyla. He knew they must be tired since he heard them up long past the time he went to bed. “Artie!” came a shout from the other room.

“Alright, Alright!” he shouted back. Swinging his legs onto the floor Artuyr Marinus picked up the small clock and turned off the alarm. His normal five am workout wasn’t usually this hard. The realization that he stayed up too late and drank too much was sinking in. Maybe he should skip his morning ritual. Coach Humphries voice shouted in his head, “If you want to be a winner son, act like a winner. Be a winner.”

Smiling to himself, “But I am a winner coach. I win every time I compete.”

Coach Humphries voice echoed in his mind, “You are a big fish in a small pond Marinus. Once you start playing with the big boys, your victories will just be a memory.”

Art’s swimming coach was never happy. It didn’t matter what competitions he won or records he beat, Humphries only wanted to see more. While it frustrated Artie to no end, he also knew it was all in preparation of bigger things. The coach wanted him to compete in the Olympics, but Artuyr knew his family would never support that. No, Art had bigger fish to fry. His life had all been laid out head of time. The clock was ticking down. With graduation only a couple weeks away, he and Jim would be headed home.

Putting on a tank top and swim shorts, Art was ready to start his workout routine. Biking four miles to the coast and a several mile ocean swim would be a routine he would soon miss. Grabbing a power bar and a vitamin water, the young athlete walked out of his dormitory, unchained his bike, and began pedaling to the beach. Art often let his mind wander during his bike rides. Four years in America had gone by very fast. It seems like yesterday when he and Jim had walked into the auditorium for freshman orientation. Now they were about to become college graduates and Art had a very important role to play in the family business. He only hoped he could make his father proud. The sun had begun to shine down on the beach as Art arrived at the marina. Men and their fishing boats had already begun to set out for the day and Art coasted his bicycle to a familiar rack, where he chained his bike every morning. Placing his shirt, sunglasses, flipflops, and ballcap into the carrying pouch, the young man walked confidently to the small sandy area next to the docks.

The water rushed up onto the sand, foam and sand swirled around his feet. Flexing his toes into the wet sand, Art tensed his legs, as he ran full throttle into the cold ocean water. Salt from the spray of the water coated his lips, as he dove under the waves and began paddling out into the sea. Once he was out beyond the normal boat lanes, Art took a large breath and dove deep beneath the surface. Fish and crabs scampered among the reef as the new intruder swam close to their habitat. If the sea life could only speak, they would assuredly exclaim confusion as the white skinned, red headed man began to transform. Fingers and toes extended from their appendages, webbing spread out from between the digits. White skin began to turn a deep shade of blue as the dermis of Art’s body became smooth and rubbery. A hidden inner eyelid dropped in place, protecting his eyes from the salty water. With a swift movement of arms and legs, Artuyr Marinus shot through the water like a torpedo. Faster and faster he swam as he pushed himself to cut through the currents along the sea floor.

“I wonder what Coach Humphries would say if he knew that I was constantly holding back at the swim meets?”

Darting to and fro through rocks and sandy outcroppings, the unusual looking swimmer continued to build speed, racing against an imaginary opponent.

Humphries is going to have a fit a when I tell him I’m not trying out for the Olympics. I am headed home. How can I go compete in sports when I am expected to take over as the ruler of a Kingdom? Who would have guessed that I am royalty? A prince of Atlantis, destined to rule the secret city of the ocean? I bet that would get his balls in a knot.

A dark shape swam overhead as the Prince instinctually slipped behind a rock outcropping to assess the danger. A reef manta ray glided through the water with the grace of a ballerina. Artuyr watched as the large animal swam up and down within the current. He could tell by her size that she was a female, sporting a near 5 meter wingspan. The Atlantean was captivated by the fluidity of her movements as she searched for plankton. How free she seemed. He envied her existence. To live life in the now. Only focused on eating, breeding, and traveling the endless ocean. As the manta ray continued her underwater dance, Artuyr realized that her species normally traveled the eastern Atlantic ocean. She must have traveled on the warm currents to be this far west. Artuyr felt a pain deep in his chest. He missed the local wildlife in Atlantis. His daily morning swim often encountered small fish, but rarely did he see a creature this beautiful. Leaving the comfort of the rocky outcropping, Artuyr swam towards the manta ray. The animal was cautious but not fearful of this stranger. She had learned to steer clear of predators and noisy sounding machines that often crossed her path in the open ocean, but this being did not appear to be threatening. Artuyr reached out and slid his hand along the ray’s wing. She was cool and slippery under his touch. She shot forward and rebounded in a somersault, exposing her white underbelly to her new friend. Artuyr and the ray swam around each other, frolicking above the sand and just beneath the ocean surface. After a time, Artuyr patted her gingerly, signaling his time with her was at an end. One more somersault and the ray swam deeper into the ocean. The young Prince watched as his new friend became a dot in the distance.

Using the last of his energy to turn around and head for home, Artuyr swam towards the surface. Checking his surrounding, the Atlantean broke through the water and stared at the sun. The gleaming yellow star reflected in the water, glittering in the ripples. Floating on his back to relax, Artuyr closed his eyes and soaked in the sun’s rays. The mixture of warmth from above with the coolness of the sea below him, pulled at his heart. When he left his homeland four years ago, he dreaded coming to this strange new world. Not even having Jimmu, his friend and body guard, was enough to make him want to move to America. But now, he knew that he will miss his adopted home, with its busy streets, greasy food, electronic entertainment devices, and endless amusements. America had given him many cherished memories

A noise shocked him from his relaxing float. A fishing vessel was bearing down on his location. From their speed and trajectory, they were either in a hurry or they had seen him and didn’t know what to make of it. Taking a deep breath, Artuyr quickly submerged. Within seconds of his departure nets were flung in the water. Racing to the bottom of the ocean, Artuyr evaded the snares and swam back towards the shore. Last night must have messed him up more than he knew. He should have heard that trawler from miles away. No matter how much Jimmu begged, no more parties for him. Getting caught in his natural form would have been a nightmare. The surface dwellers were not ready for an Atlantean encounter, and his Atlantean citizens were not ready for human interactions. Humans were still far too primitive to open a dialogue with his civilization. They couldn’t even treat each other with respect, less alone an advanced culture like Atlantis.

As Artuyr made his way back to shore, he thought back to his discussion with Yam, his tutor and mentor. “It is important that you visit their world, Young Prince, as your father did before you. Our society profits when we learn from others. Diversity is the key to our strength.”

Artuyr nodded, “But I have listened to all of father’s tales of the outside world. Is that not enough?”

Yam shook his finger. “No land stays the same. Every place, even Atlantis, changes over time. Who knows what new technology or culture has emerged in the past hundred years. Our spies say that the humans have reached out into space and have even visited other planets. When your father was in the outside world, they were just developing their industry and trade. Who knows, they may even have decent food now.”

Yam’s eyes sparkled when he attempted humor. After years of exposure to Yam, Artuyr could tell when he was trying to be funny.

Artuyr looked at the floor, “But I will miss everyone.”

Yam nodded, “Yes, young prince, and we will miss you, but your time will not last forever. We are eager to see what news you will bring home.”

As Artuyr broke the surface of the water and resumed his human disguise, he smiled at remembering Yam’s face. His old tutor was so serious most of the time, but he knew that the old man cared for him. It will be good to see him again.

Toweling off, Art unchained his bike and rode back to the school. It had been three hours since his swim began and he hoped that Jim had awakened enough to talk. Art had to have a serious discussion with his friend-- preparing to go home will have some down sides. Long distance relationships aren’t going to work…

Laying in bed with his arm wrapped around her waist, Jim, listened to Lyla breathe. Her smooth caramel skin pressed against his and he wondered how he will ever live without her. Using his fingers to stroke her light brown hair, Jim closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. The light perfume of citrus mixed with the salty sweat and tang of sex aroused his desire. Hugging her tightly she responded with a caress on his arm. “What’s a matter lover? Didn’t you get enough of me last night?”

Rolling over and planting a kiss on his lips, Lyla moved her hand down his body to touch the desire he had pressed on her thigh. Jim responded with a twist of his hips, but he cradled her head in his hand and pressed it to his chest. The young woman misunderstood his gesture and started to make her way down his body, placing her face against the heat that burned between his legs. As she took him into her mouth, he groaned and stopped her before he could no longer control himself.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, clearly shocked that he turned down her advances.

“No…yes…no…yes.” he stammered.

“Well, which is it?” she exclaimed.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, I am just tired.”

Lyla faked a pouty lip, “You’ve never been too tired before. Something’s wrong. Is it me?”

“No!”, he cried.” It’s not you. You are wonderful. I love being with you. It’s just that I am going to graduate soon and you still have another year. I will have to go home and you will be here.”

Lyla laughed and said, “Yes, we have discussed this before. I am going to finish school and then you I will find a job close to you and we’ll be together, right?”

Jim looked away, as the door opened.

Art stepped through the door and immediately closed his eyes. Lyla pulled the sheets over her bare breasts.

“Oops, sorry guys. I thought you were up by now.”

“Christ, Artie don’t you ever knock?” Lyla replied.

Art turned around, closed the door behind him, and shouted through the door, “Jim, we have practice today and we need to work out our arrangements for heading home in a couple of weeks. I’m going to go take a shower and then we can get together and talk, ok?”

Jim heard the tone in his prince’s voice. Plans would have to be made to arrange the transport of their things and to travel back to the Marshall Islands. Once there, the Atlantean emissaries would help them disappear from human society so no one would ever try to find them. That was the deal. No above world connections. How was he going to beak it off with the woman he loved and serve his prince as his prime body guard? Artuyr didn’t know how lucky he was to have an arranged marriage. This whole situation sucks. When he met Lyla, he thought it would be a quick little affair. But two years later, the seriousness of their relationship had become an unwelcomed burden that he couldn’t let go.

“I’m sorry, Lyla. Of course, everything will work out. I’m just hung over and feeling sorry for myself. I will miss you terribly.”

Lyla ruffled Jim’s jet black hair and kissed him hard on the lips. “My big tough guy, who knew there was such a softie in there?”

Chuckling, Jim stood up and got dressed, while Lyla did the same. How could he let this woman go? How could he not fulfill his duty? As Lyla left to clean herself up in his bathroom, Jimmu’s mind reflected on his time with Artuyr. Both boys were raised in the palace. Jimmu’s family had guarded Artuyr’s family for hundreds of years. His father was first guard to Artuyr’s father, as he will be first guard to Artuyr. He remembered the day they left. His father told him, “No matter what happens, your duty is to the Prince. He is your sacred trust. Artuyr is all that matters, let nothing else stand in the way of your duty to him.”

“Yes father, I understand.”

Jimmu’s thoughts are interrupted by Lyla’s voice.

“Jim...Hello?”

“Yes?” he said hesitantly.

“Have you heard a word I’ve said?”

Blushing slightly, “I’m sorry babe. I was just in deep thought.”

“I hope it was about me,” she teased.

“Actually, it was.” He smiled. “I think we are due for some of that frozen yogurt at that new place in the town square. Up for fro-yo trip?”

Lyla smiled, “Lover I am up for anything, as long as I’m with you.”

A quick kiss and a note to Artuyr and the young couple left on their quest.

Artuyr closed his eyes and walked into the apartment common area. Walking in on Jimmu and Lyla had been happening a lot lately. He did not wish to intrude again.

“Jimmu? I’m done showering. Is everyone decent?”

No response. On the small dining table, a handwritten note informed Artuyr of his friend’s whereabouts. Artuyr was frustrated by Jimmu’s blatant avoidance of making plans to return home. Lyla was a big distraction and he was sure that breaking up with her was going to be very hard. But they couldn’t stay in America and Lyla sure couldn’t come back with them to Atlantis. Humans were forbidden in Atlantis. It could place all of his people at risk if the surface dwellers ever discovered their city. Artuyr wished that his mentor, Yam, was here. The great kingdom counselor could solve any problem.

“So, what would Yam do if he was here?”

Artuyr looked into the hall mirror and said, “Young Prince it is our duty to serve the people of Atlantis. From time to time we all need to be reminded of our obligation to serve.”

Artuyr chuckled. That was the solution. He needed to remind Jimmu of his greater obligation to the Kingdom. Sometimes we must make personal sacrifices for the better of all. Just like his obligation to be King one day. A little voice inside his head added, “And to take a Queen of superior genetic inheritance.”

Ugh.

Artuyr almost forgot about his arranged marriage. He hadn’t seen his bride-to-be in many years. They were barely in their teens the last time they were together. Being married seemed icky at the time. Artuyr hadn’t liked females at that point. They were just frustrating beings that always seemed bossy and rude. He was focused on just being a boy. A lot has changed since then. While Artuyr hadn’t held a long-termelationship with a woman at college, he had had many experiences. He felt like he would be ready to marry when he returned. But the thought placed a pit in his stomach. Rummaging through the closet in his bedroom, Artuyr located a small bracelet device. He hasn’t used his communicator in months. Between swim team and finals, Artuyr hadn’t had time to do his monthly report. Activating the transponder, he spoke.

“This is Artuyr. I am requesting counsel for upcoming extraction.”

The device lit up a soft blue and a voice replied, “Affirmative your highness. We will rendezvous at the following coordinates. Your extraction will be on Majuro atoll at the tide table restaurant. A plane ticket and hotel rooms on your journey will be sent to you within forty-eight hours.”

“Affirmative. Artuyr out.”

The bracelet stopped glowing and Artuyr placed the communicator in his top drawer.

Artuyr thought about his upcoming trip. He hated riding in airplanes. They were so slow and cumbersome. He wished that he could just ride in one of the Atlantean underwater cruisers. He could be home the same day, instead of taking several days to reach his destination. But he knew it was important to keep up appearances. Utilizing a travel plan based on surface dweller technology reduced the amount of attention that would arise if he and Jimmu just walked to the sea shore and disappeared. Once they landed on the Marshall Islands and several locals could confirm their arrival, they would simply blend into the Majuro populace and slip away. Atlantis was over 3,000 miles from the Marshal islands, but with an Atlantean Cruiser, they could make the trip in just a few hours. Humans may have rocketed to the moon, but they were fairly ignorant of their own ocean. As far as Artuyr could see, the ocean was only a source of industry to the surface dwellers. Their apparent lack of respect to the ocean’s environment and sea life were prevalent in every news channel. Artuyr planned to bring up many of his concerns at the next science council meeting in Atlantis. Something must be done to preserve the ocean’s environment before the humans destroy it for everyone. Using his cell phone to text Jimmu, the Prince of Atlantis reminded his friend of his obligations and asked him to put his priorities in place. Artuyr did not want to be overly antagonistic but if he planned to rule a Kingdom, he would have to get his honor guards in line. Jimmu was destined to be the leader of that guard, so Artuyr needed him to start being an example now.

Ten days later and the two young Atlanteans walked down the graduation aisle. Neither one had family who could attend, but Lyla and her friends clapped and cheered when they accepted their diplomas. As the graduation crowd started to disperse, Artuyr and Jimmu had mixed emotions. Going home was exciting, but leaving America was sad.

Lyla noticed the somber mood from the two men and punched Jimmu in the arm.

“Ow!” he cried. “What did you do that for?”

“You two losers just completed a really important time in your lives. You are both college graduates. I don’t know how many college graduates you have in your family, but I’ll be the first in mine. So cheer up! This should be a happy time.”

Art looked at the ground, “Sorry Lyla. Jim and I are excited, but we will be going home in a few days and we will also miss being in the states.”

“Well, be depressed later. Tonight we need to go celebrate.”

“Now you’re talking!” replied her boyfriend. “How about it Art? Margaritas at Casa Blanco or three dollar beers at the sports bar?”

Art held up his hands in protest, “Not me guys. That last party marathon did me in. Why don’t you two go on without me and spend some time together. I want some time to just walk the streets and take in the town before we depart.”

Jimmu did not miss the subtlety of his friend’s words. “Break up with Lyla.” Was the unspoken order.

Lyla laughed, “Well, if you are sure Artie. I would like to have this bundle of manhood all to myself for awhile. Are you sure you’ll be ok?”

Art nodded, “Yep. You two have a good time.”

Leaving the affectionate couple, Artuyr walked toward the historic district. A revitalized section of town filled with late night bars and gourmet restaurants, the architecture reminded Artuyr of Gursel, the science region of Atlantis. Brick store fronts with black iron accents and intricate borders made of stone. The buildings themselves appeared to be works of art as if the establishments located inside were a secondary thought by the builder. Artuyr enjoyed studying architecture. If he weren’t already committed to be the next King of Atlantis, he believed he would have enjoyed being an architect. The surface world provided so many experiences to an Atlantean tourist. Artuyr never tired of trying new foods. A sushi restaurant on this street reminded him a lot of meals at home. America’s preoccupation with beef as a main entrée never caught on with Artuyr and Jimmu. Their first and only attempt at eating a hamburger, ended badly. Chicken tenders and fish sandwiches were a favorite staple of Jimmu’s. Artuyr preferred fish over any other meat. Shrimp had become a personal favorite. A Cajun Bistro called Jambalaya Joe’s prepared the best gumbo in the area. But for some reason, Artuyr wasn’t in the mood for a spicy meal. His mood called for something completely different and adventurous. Street lamps illuminated the brick roads and white concrete sidewalks. Fire hydrants with red painted tops pushed back water that Artuyr could almost feel through the metal. The past four years had been special and he didn’t regret the decision to come to the states, but he missed home. He missed the diamond domes and the misty clouds that condensed at the top. He missed the capitols canals and small vessels he and Jimmu would use to sneak out late at night. There was something so comforting about the sea. The pressure of the water would hug him in a cool embrace that made him feel safe and free at the same time. Swimming through the kelp beds and playing hide and seek among the coral fields with Jimmu and the fish. Those were the happiest moments in his life.

Artuyr realized his thoughts had taken him father down the sidewalk than he’d planned. A small neon sign advertised a local beer. “McNamara Sea Dog Pub” was carved into a wood plaque above the door. Artuyr pushed opened the door and stepped inside. The foyer opened up into a dark room with an elongated bar and booths on one side and a row of padded booths on the other. Dark wood floors met up with dark wood furniture, giving the place a heavy old time feel. Artuyr counted a half dozen patrons in the booths with three men at the bar, all watching a soccer game on a flat screen TV located on the far wall. Below the brightly lit television, a door to the kitchen opened and closed with the waitresses carrying trays of food and dirty dishes. The room was so dark that the glare from the kitchen would blind you each time the door was accessed. A white shirt bartender stood behind the counter polishing glasses. His interest seemed to be focused on the TV, but Artuyr could tell that he dutifully observed all aspects of the room. Sitting down at the bar, Artuyr ordered a beer and watched the man fill the glass mug, apply a napkin to the bottom and place the drink at his location, without ever taking his eyes off the soccer game. That was a pro if he’d ever seen one.

Artuyr left payment with a tip next to the bill and took a seat at an empty booth. His warrior training was ever in place. He sat with his back to the wall and gave himself a vantage view of the room and the door. Groans and curses flew through the air when the supposed team favorite lost another goal. Artuyr spied the bartender giving him a once over. It was quick and subtle, but he knew he’d been scanned. A little place like this probably had seen a few bar fights in its time. What Artuyr had read about the Irish, drinking and fighting was as natural as their red hair and green eyes. Now that Artuyr had thought about it, every person in the place had red hair. Especially the young woman sitting alone in the last booth. Her dark auburn hair, pale skin and light green eyes was a striking contrast to the dark booth walls.

Unlike the other patrons, she was not interested in the soccer game. Her drink sat on the table undisturbed. All of her attention was focused reading a book, lying flat on the table. Artuyr thought this was be a strange place for reading. How could she concentrate? Well, no matter. He wasn’t here to pick up a companion. He just wanted to soak in the atmosphere and experience something else new. This was his last week in the states. He would never be back.

“Excuse me, but are you staring at me?”

Artuyr’s thoughts were interrupted and he didn’t realize what the woman was saying.

“Wha-what?”

The woman who was reading in her booth repeated her statement, “I asked if you were staring at me? Just because I want to read instead of watching stupid sports doesn’t mean I am an oddity.”

Artuyr apologized, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t staring at you, I guess I was just lost in thought.”

The woman nodded, “Ok. Well, I just wanted to make sure.”

Closing her book and standing up she spoke to the bartender, “Tell Patrick I am headed home. He knows where to find me if he needs me for anything. Night, Aiden.”

The bartended stared directly at Artuyr and said, “Night Cordy.”

Artuyr wasn’t sure what just happened, but it seemed like the big fella behind the bar was not happy with him. Artuyr didn’t need any kind of trouble, so he took a long swig of his beer, left a tip for his invisible waitress and left.

The warm air had turned crisp. A low weather front was bearing down on the area and soon a week of storms would invade the small college town. Maybe a late-night swim would clear the cobwebs that seemed to cloud his mind. A beach front was only a mile from the bar and he could catch a quick swim and be home before dawn. Walking toward the ocean, Artuyr’s senses were primed. The salt in the air was like the aroma of a fresh baked pie, calling him towards it. His skin began to pulse in anticipation of the water, luckily it was dark enough that no one could see it turning blue. Reaching the sand, the young Atlantean began to shed his clothes, hanging them over a small crop of rocks. As his body began to transform into its ultimate swim form a voice from eth darkness spoke, “Wow, you really should warn people before you start to undress.”

Artuyr spun around to see who had spoken and found the red-haired woman sitting on a bench. How much had she seen of his transformation?

“How long have you been there?”

“Oh, I started watching after the shirt and up until you dropped trowel.”

Suddenly he felt very self-conscious, Artuyr pulled on his shorts. Luckily the darkness kept the woman from seeing the color of his skin.

“Do you always swim naked late at night or is this a special drunken performance?”

Artuyr wasn’t sure about this woman. “I do occasionally swim at night, but usually not under supervision.”

The woman smiled, “Well don’t let me stop you. I just wanted to make sure you were sober enough not to drown.”

“I am plenty sober. I didn’t even finish the beer at that bar.”

“That Bar,” she said,” is my uncle’s. I’d never seen you in there before. We normally only have regulars on a week night.”

Pulling on his shirt, Artuyr replied. “I wanted a change of venue from my usually places. I will be flying home in a few days and I wanted to experience as much of the area as I could before I return.”

“A tourist huh? What brings you to this little town?”

“Actually I attend Smith college. I just graduated and will be returning home.”

“Really? What did you major in?”

“Economics and International Law.”

“Oh, going to be a politician huh?”

“Yeah, afraid politics is the family business.”

“Where’s home?”

Artuyr pointed to the ocean, “I am from a small group of pacific islands. The Marshall Islands. Ever heard of it?”

“I sure have. I study the ocean coral reefs. I am tracking the global bleaching effect that has consumed a third of the world’s coral.”

“Is that what you were reading about in the booth?”

The woman nodded, “Yep, my entire professional life has been dedicated to the effects climate change on the world’s ocean. Coral bleaching is altering the ocean’s food web. I’m sure you wouldn’t be interested; most men aren’t concerned with saving the oceans.”

Artur inclined his head and gestured for permission to sit next to the woman on the bench. When she nodded her consent he said, “I am Artuyr Marinus. My friends call me Artie. I am very concerned about our oceans. More than you could ever know. “

The woman smiled, “I am Cordelia Halloran. My friends call me Cordy. I am actually teaching at ______________ university this summer while I work on my doctoral thesis.”

Artie smiled back, “Nice to meet you Cordy. So why is the coral dying?”

Cordy switched into a formal lecture tone,” Our oceans temperature has risen 1% in the past 10 years. Coral is a living organism that uses ocean currents to eat plankton and microorganisms. Its skeleton is on the outside while its soft fleshy bits are housed inside. When the temperature gets too hot, the coral is tricked into ejecting the bacteria that helps it digests its food. The animal literally starves to death. When we see this first happen, the coral loses its pigmentation and turns white. That is a bleaching event. “

Artuyr was very concerned “What can be done to fix this issue?”

“Once the bleaching starts, it can’t be reversed. But if we can keep the sea from getting any warmer, we could stop the bleaching events from spreading.”

Artie spoke, “I am guessing that the global warming issue is causing this problem?”

Cordy nodded, “The ocean absorbs 93% of the sun’s rays. As we burn fossil fuels, the atmosphere becomes thicker and it reflects more heat back at the earth. The oceans have been absorbing the increase in heat. Because coral is a level one producer and provide the habitat for thousands of fish and plants, the oceans eco system will be permanently damaged. The process is already starting, if the ocean reaches a temperature increase of four degrees, it’s a life extinction event.”

For the next several hours the young couple discussed many subjects. Global climate change, global economics, and more. Artuyr was startled when the light of dawn began to glow on the horizon.

“Wow, the sun is coming up.”

Cordy and Artuyr watched the red glow of the morning blossom into full light.

“I can’t believe we sat here and talked that long. My butt is numb sitting on this bench.”

Artie chuckled. He had been so engrossed in the conversations with Cordelia that he hadn’t realized so much time had passed.

“Well, since the sun has come up, would you like to get a coffee and a donut?”

“Mr. Marinus, Are you asking me on a date?”

Artie smiled, “Well, I definitely think I am staring at you now.”

Cordy laughed and stood up. “I would be very happy to accompany you to breakfast. But I will need more than a donut. There’s a little place I know, where the pancakes are fluffy and the bacon is crisp.”

Artuyr was captivated by this woman. “I will bow to your local restaurant expertise.”

“Very well then, let’s go.” Cordy held out her hand and Artuyr reached out and took it. He allowed her to help pull him to his feet, but she never let go of his hand.

A quiet alarm bell rang in the back of his mind. “You are leaving in just a few days, don’t get involved.” But he shoved it away and engaged in more conversation. He would be leaving and will never see this woman again, what will it hurt to just enjoy himself. Live in the moment, like Jimmu. Right now, he was not an heir to a Kingdom. He was just Artie Marinus hanging out with a beautiful, smart girl and that’s all he had to know to enjoy the moment.

After breakfast, Artuyr and Cordelia walked back to the beach and spent time talking and walking on the seashore. Cordelia mainly conversed about her research and how climate change was affecting the ocean. Artuyr hardly spoke at all. He was so caught up in what Cordy was saying, that he didn’t think about anything else. By nightfall, Cordelia had convinced Artuyr to return with her to her apartment. Once inside, she put her arms around him and kissed him passionately on the lips.

“Cordy, I need to tell you that I will be leaving and not returning to the states. Maybe this isn’t the best idea.”

The redheaded woman smiled and said, “Mr. Marinus, while I appreciate you being a perfect gentleman, I am not looking for a husband or even a long-term boyfriend. If we only have tonight, then that’s what I want to enjoy. Kiss me.”

Artuyr didn’t hesitate to act upon her request. He was going to live in the moment. Tomorrow was another day.

Chapter 2

Walking down the airport ramp, Artuyr and Jimmu searched for their bags on the baggage turnstile and took a cab to their hotel. A room was booked under Marinus and the boys put down their bags and flopped onto the bed with earnest.

“That flight was wretched,” complained Artuyr.

“Mm-hmm,” replied his friend.

“The next time I fly, I don’t care how much it costs, I want the extra legroom deal. I’m going to need to take an extra long swim tomorrow, just to get the strain out of my neck and legs.”

“Mm-hmm,” said Jimmu.

Artuyr was worried about his bunkmate. He barely said two words the entire thirty-hour trip. He guessed that things didn’t go well with Lyla. Breakups were never a good thing.

“Hey Jimmu, are you ok?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you haven’t said anything more than a grunt since we left the states.”

His friend looked at him with pained eyes. Artuyr nodded. “I know how much you cared for Lyla. I am really sorry you had to end things with her. You weren’t supposed to get attached to anyone.”

Jimmu nodded, “I know. It’s just that sometimes you can’t help yourself. She was really special Artie.”

“I know she was. But you and she are from two different worlds, literally. It couldn’t have worked out, even under the best of circumstances.”

Jimmu laid back on the hard hotel bed, picked up a pillow and covered his face.

Artuyr stared at his friend for a brief moment and then stared at the white popcorn ceiling. “Who knows? Maybe when I’m King, we’ll contact the humans and have a truce. Lyla will become a communications director for the United Nations and you’ll see her when I go to address the Security Council.”

Jimmu didn’t comment. He took his right arm and punched at the pillow lying on his face.

Artuyr smiled at his friend, “You never know, buddy. Life has a way of changing on you when you least expect it.”

Jimmu removed the pillow, “At least you know who you’ll marry and be with for the rest of your life. What if Lyla was the only one? What if no one else ever loves me like that again?”

“Oh come now,” said Artuyr, “There are plenty of young women who thought you were cute before we left. Now you’ll be returning as my first guard. That celebrity alone will have them lining up for rendezvous’.”

“But that just it…how will I know who will want to be with me for me? Not just because of you? Lyla didn’t know about who we really were. She really wanted to be with me.”

Artuyr took on a serious tone, “Jimmu. You will find the one you were meant to be with. I promise. You just have to have a little faith in your destiny.”

“I hope so,” replied his friend. “I really do hope so.”

Artuyr sat up, “I know so. And who knows how many hot girls you’ll get a chance to be with in finding your true mate. At least you have an opportunity to choose your own.”

Jimmu sat up on one arm, “Yeah. How are you feeling about Maristela? I hope she has lightened up some in the last four years. She was always so serious. Of course you still have some roaming time. Maybe you can find another hot redhead like that Coral girl.”

Artuyr smiled, “Cordy was one in a million. I ‘ll never find someone like her again. I am just appreciative of the time we had together.”

Jimmu laughed, “As you say, you never know what destiny is bringing you.”

The prince scoffed, “Oh, I know my destiny. My entire life has been planned out since I was born. There won’t be any surprise there.”

“Never say never, your highness.”

Artuyr checked his watch, “We have four hours until we meet with our Atlantean contacts. I’m going to take a shower and then take a short nap.”

“Sounds good, I’ll nap first and shower later.”

As Artuyr entered the bathroom and began running the water, Jimmu’s mind floated back to his last conversation with Lyla.

“Here’s my Aunts phone number and address. I’ll be there all summer, so you can write me as much as you want. You can write me every day. Once you get settled and get a new phone number, we can do weekly calls and texts. It will be like I am there with you.”

Jimmu smiled at Lyla. He knew his words were just empty statements. He couldn’t break up with her. He loved her. So he said, “Ok. I know everything will be ok. I love you. I’ll call you just as soon as I can. I gotta go. Art’s waiting for me.”

Walking back towards his apartment, he tried not to turn around. If he looked at her, he’s run right back to her. For all his pompous acts of machoism and bravery, he knew he was weak. He was weak inside and he couldn’t just do what he needed to do. He couldn’t let go.”

Jimmu stared at the white textured ceiling of the hotel and sighed.

“I’m such a loser.”

Stepping off the Atlantean cruiser, Artuyr and Jimmu smiled at the sight of their home. Atlantis was just as beautiful as they remembered. Crystal buildings with golden spires were bordered by canals. Unlike the cities of America, the walk ways and roads were clean and pristine. High above their heads, the great diamond domes were obscured by the mist that kept their city cool and hydrated. In the distance, Artuyr could see the top of the palace. He had missed his home more than he realized.

“No parade or fanfare for the Prince of Atlantis?” said Jimmu.

Artuyr gave him a look, “Really?”

Jimmu shrugged, “I’m just surprised that’s all.”

“I insisted on a quiet arrival. I don’t need a lot of people making a fuss. I just want to get to my quarters and settle in without a lot of fanfare.”

Jimmu smiled, “Ok. That sounds good to me. I just didn’t want you to be insulted.”

“Ah, I see the young prince has returned.”

Artuyr recognized the voice before he turned and looked. A very old Asian man standing in orange and gold robes with a long white mustache and goatee, spread his arms and bowed his head. The headdress that the man wore was opulent and matched his clothing.

“Yam!” cried Artuyr.

Artuyr closed the distance on the old man and began to hug him.

Yam looked shocked.

“Sorry, Yam, I guess I am used to American affection.”

Taking a somber pose, Artuyr stood very still and performed a formal bow of acknowledgement, bending slightly at the waist and head to his chest.

Yam returned the gesture and said, “Your Highness.”

When Artuyr looked back up, Yam’s eyes sparkled with humor.

“I can see that you have had many new experiences. I am eager to hear about your adventures and the knowledge you have obtained to add to the culture of our society.”

Jimmu approached the old man and performed a similar formal bow.

“I acknowledge you, Jimmu, first honor guard of the prince of Atlantis. It is good to see you as well.”

Jimmu had always liked Yam, but the old man had seemed very scary to him, when he was a child and those feelings never fully went away.

“I acknowledge you, chief counsel to his Royal Majesty, King of Atlantis.”

“It’s nice to know you haven’t forgotten all of your manners, living among the surface dwellers.”

Yam turned to Artuyr, “As per your request, your highness, I canceled the usual welcoming pleasantries. Although your father is planning on an official welcoming ball in your honor. Be prepared to receive him at that time.”

“Ok, thanks for the warning.”

Artuyr wanted to see his father and tell him all about the past four years, but he knew it could be days before his father was free to talk. That was the duty of a King. Kingdom first, family second.

Turning to Jimmu, “I think before I go to the palace, I would like to visit my mother’s tomb.”

“Sure, do you want me to go with you?”

Artuyr shook his head, “No thanks, buddy. I’d like to go alone.”

Jimmu nodded. Artuyr lost his mom at a very young age. He couldn’t even imagine losing one of his parents.

Yam spoke, “Very well, your highness. I will see to your belongings and have them sent to the palace. Would you like me to call you transportation?”

Artuyr shook his head, “No, I think I’ll walk. Her memorial is not far from here and I could use the exercise after such a long trip.”

Yam acknowledged his prince’s request with a formal bow.

Jimmu placed his hand on his friends shoulder as if to say , I’ll be with you. Call me if you need anything.

The prince smiled and nodded. Brothers in all but blood, Jimmu and Artuyr knew each other’s mind and heart very well.

Taking a route that led to his mother’s memorial, Artuyr journeyed to the site of one of Atlantis’s greatest catastrophes.

In his tenth year of life, a group of outcasts attacked the Atlantis capitol. It seemed like only yesterday that Artuyr watched his mother leave through a palace door and never return.

“Artuyr,” said his mother, “I need you to stay with Yam and Jimmu. Our Kingdom is under attack and I must be with your father to help repel the invaders. Promise me you will listen and stay here, until I return.”

“Don’t leave me mother,” Artuyr cried.

“Artuyr, you are a prince of Atlantis. You know that our duty is to serve this Kingdom and I must help protect our people. I need you to be strong right now. I love you. Everything will be alright.”

Artuyr could feel his eyes welling with emotion. Everything would not be alright. The outcasts used a member of their clan to shake the diamond dome, so they could penetrate the Atlantis defense systems. Although the dome held, a building close to eth epicenter did not. His mother along with several Atlanteans she was helping to get to safety were crushed under the weight of the toppled building. Artuyr never had the chance to tell her how much he loved her in those last moments before she departed. His father was so furious that no one could calm him for weeks. To this day Artuyr did not know what happened. No one will tell him that was there, but what he did know, was that many outcasts died that day. The King’s wrath was absolute and they paid the price for their actions.

Breaking his train of thought, the troubled prince found himself standing in front of the memorial. The building that had claimed so many lives that day had been replaced by a memorial, dedicated to Ashtoreth, the fallen warrior Queen of Atlantis. A waist high barrier of colorful coral framed the entrance. Opening the iron gate and stepping across the threshold, Artuyr watched as holographic images of sea life and flowing kelp highlighted the grounds between the entrance and the sculpture of his mother. A light blue stone replica of his mother in a beautiful dress, reaching down to hold a child’s hand. The child had been one of the victims of the accident. Her parents had been called to serve against the attack and she had been left with an elderly woman. Their cries of help had been answered by Ashtoreth. Even though the structure looked unsound, the Queen tried to rescue them both.

A stone base, carved to look like an intricate coral reef sported a plaque that read- Queen Ashtoreth, wife to Ardashir, and mother to Artuyr. She served her Kingdom as she served her family, with honor, bravery, and distinction.

Artuyr’s throat and mouth went dry. His mother’s face was so lovely. Everyone loved her. When his father would lose his temper, she was the strong voice of reason. Her wisdom and cool head kept Artuyr’s father from blowing up over the most trivial of issues.

“I sure wish you were here now,” he said to the statue.

I could use your advice on how to use my college experience to make our Kingdom better for our people. I know you had an arranged marriage with Ardashir. I know that Maristela and I are a compatible genetic match, but I just don’t know if I can grow to love her.”

Holographic fish swim close to his ear and the prince instinctively swats it away.

“I know this is bad to admit, Mother, but there are days I don’t want to be King. I just spent the past four years living in a country where people worked hard to forge their own destiny. Mine has always been planned out. I will never know the thrill of applying for a job or locking eyes with a beautiful woman across the room and feel my pulse race in anticipation. Everything is going to happen as if by a grand script and I am the main actor on a stage.”

“Perhaps, young prince, you are too hard on yourself.”

Artuyr turned to face his old mentor.

“I know you had said that you wanted to be alone, but I thought, perhaps, you would want to engage in some personal reflection. As I know you are older now, it has always been my desire to guide you in the ways of being a King, but also in becoming a man.”

Artuyr was grateful that Yam had followed him.

“Is it wrong to wish for another kind of life?”

Yam gave a quick smile, “No. It is expected. An intelligent person with bravery and guile that wants to make their own way in this life. Those attributes that tug at your heart for another life-path are what will make you a leader. Everyone has challenges they must face on their journey through this life. Some beings face physical handicaps, others may suffer from mental or emotional turmoil. Still others will be born into a cast that makes them unhappy. It is not the trials that we face that defines us. It’s how we meet those difficulties and persevere.”

Artuyr breathed a heavy sigh.

“Do not think less of yourself for having these thoughts and feelings. You did not have to return to Atlantis. You could have decided to stay in America or travel to some other area.”

“But my duty is to Atlantis and its people,” said Artuyr.

Yam’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, “And that is what will make you a great King!”

Standing outside the memorial, Artuyr watched as the hologram sea life blinked off.

“I really miss her, Yam.”

The old man closed his eyes, “As we all do.”

“I guess I need to head back to the palace.”

“Well, as your counsel, I would suggest that many others await your arrival so they may tend to their duties. It is up to you to allow them the pleasure of attending you.”

Artuyr smirked and rolled his eyes. “Alright, Yam. But I would like to arrive by myself. I don’t want to look like I needed a sitter.”

Yam gave a slight bow and replied, “As you wish, your highness. I have requisitioned a personal craft for you to take back to the palace. Please drive safe.”

Artuyr looked ahead at the neighboring canal and there he saw a blue and white personal skipper. The craft was sleek and trim with a tapered nose and double occupant seat. The machine was much more powerful than the surface dweller jet ski. Artuyr and Jimmu would use these skippers to race among the canals. Seeing this one, brought back many memories. Swinging one leg over Artuyr waved at Yam and started it up. With a flick of his fingers on eth control, the Prince of Atlantis shot down the wide canal, with the wind in his hair and sea spray on his face.

The canals of Atlantis were similar to pictures of Venice that Artuyr learned about in school. While the Italian city was built on supports, Atlantean buildings were actually sunk into the earth with many structures several stories below the trench floor. Art and architecture combined in the Atlantean city. While surface dweller office buildings were square and utilitarian, Atlantean builders encompassed much smoother lines. Ripples of color from the stone and coral used to build the walkways and outer shells of the buildings gave an organic feel to the city. Gleaming metal sculptures and statues rose out of the edifices to enhance the aesthetics. You wouldn’t find billboards or advertisements. That need for commerce didn’t exist here.

Fish and sharks were often seen in the canals. An underwater tunnel system allowed marine life to thrive in the canals, adding to the beauty of the city. Artuyr moved his ride back and forth to avoid striking any of the animals that could get in his path. One dark looking shark seemed to take an interest in Artuyr. Laughing at the thought of a race, Artuyr crossed in front of the shark several times to prove his superior speed. As the prince approached a roundabout canal intersection that surrounded an ancient fountain stature of Neptune, he caught the shark moving up to match his speed.

That’s a fast shark, thought Artuyr. Rounding the corner to further his journey toward the palace, Artuyr noticed the shark blinking with a red light.

“That’s not a shar—”

Jumping from his vehicle, Artuyr landed in the pool of water encircling the Neptune fountain. An explosion of heat, water, and debris followed him to the shallow pool.

Sensors, always on alert in the city, began to blare and Artuyr knew capitol security would be closing in. Touching his wrist com, he activated the blue alert that would summon his guardsman. An assassination attempt has been made on his life. He would need all their help to discover the conspirator and the reason for their scheme.

Below the capitol, the twins, Llyr and Murinne honed their battle skills against one another in the practice arena. When their coms flashed blue, it only took a split second to disengage and pick up weapons that would aide them in the defense of their prince. Across the city, the scientist Roilund received the call of his prince in distress. Gathering his equipment, he headed to the nearest transport tube. Jimmu had reached the palace some time before and had already fell asleep. His communicator blared the alert and within moments, the honor guardsman was in his battle suit and running to find his Prince. In the great hall of warriors, a long white oval table sat in the middle. The walls were thirty feet tall and adorned with paintings of past Kings and war scenes that detailed Atlantean battles. Weapons of every kind had been bronzed or mounted on plaques. These were the mythical armaments of deeds past. This hall held the greatest warriors of Atlantis and served as the war room for countless generations. Sitting at one end, En-Kur, chief strategist of Atlantis poured over several documents. The older mans blue skin had become wrinkled and powdery with age. A long gray beard seemed to pull down his front with age as the hair of his youth slid off the back of his bald head. Always a thoughtful man, En-kur possessed the highest number of triumphant battles. His tactics were legendary and though age had diminished his body, time had only sharpened his mind. Whether it was a battle or a tense negotiation, En-kur would devise the best strategy to beat his opponent. Looking up from his documents, he smiled at his Prince, walking into the great hall, accompanied by the largest Atlantean in the Kingdom, E’kesh, Captain of his highnesses honor guards. Unlike many of the other royal staff in eth palace, E’kesh did not appear to be human. Standing over seven feet tall, with arms and legs as thick as an elephant and a head shaped like a whale and a dragon, the Captain of the Guard was the most imposing figure in any crowd.

“Your Highness, I am pleased to see you are unhurt by this recent misfortune. I had hoped that your return from the new world would have been less stressful.”

Artuyr had dried off from his experience, but his clothes were still damp and smelled of fish. He longed to put on some of his Atlantean wear, which were less constraining and more water resistant.

“It is good to see you En-kur. I agree, I had hoped to share with you of my many adventures among the surface dwellers before we had to confer a war council. Is my father on his way?”

En-Kur looked at E’Kesh. Their eyes locked, then he replied, “Your Father is not available at this time, sire. I will make sure he is aware of the situation.”

Artuyr was taken aback by this news. “What could be more important to my father than the health of his lineage? Surely he will want to be here.”

E’Kesh spoke, “As soon as your first guard is here, my prince, I will go to the King myself and inform him what has happened.”

“Then wait no longer, my gigantic friend, Jimmu, first guard to the Prince of Atlantis is here!”

E’kesh turned his massive body to stare at the battle ready guardsman. Without saying a word, he shuffled out of the room on his task.

Smiling Jimmu said, “I leave you for what…30 minutes? And you try to get yourself blown up? What am I going to do with you?

Artuyr did not smile back, “I see you heard what happened. Any guess to who or why?”

Jimmu shrugged his shoulders, “Don’t ask me. I’ve been with you in the states, remember? Why would anyone want to blow up the Prince with the best looking first guard in the whole world? No idea!”

“There he goes again, my sister, a picture of meekness and humility. That’s our Jimmu.”

Turning to face the voice, Jimmu smiles and clasps hands with Llyr.

Murinne stepped up to Jimmu and kissed him on the cheek. Her powder white skin and blue tattooed face as lovely and beautiful as he remembered her.

Llyr and Murinne wore matching white outfits that flowed while they moved. Wide sleeves and legs, allowed the twin warriors to hide and access weapons with speed and ease. Their skin and hair were the whitest of snow and both possessed solid black eyes, framed by blue tattoos on their face and hands. Experts in dozens of weapon styles, the brother and sister duo were most deadly with the spiny arm and leg protrusions that laid flat against their skin, until they were needed. Sharp and deadly, an opponent would have to think twice before attacking. Each barb brandished the ability to inject poison that would kill their quarry within minutes.

Both warriors approached Artuyr and bended down on one knee, holding up their swords in respect.

The prince gave a slight bow at the waist and said, “I acknowledge you, my warriors.”

Standing up the trio exchanged smiles and pleasantries. Afterwards, everyone in the room took a seat at the table.

Yam entered the room and gave a bow of acknowledgement to each of the team before taking a seat at the table. E’kesh followed soon after and stood behind En-kur. No seat at the table would support his massive bulk.

Artyur spoke, “My friends, I have missed you in the past few years. Jimmu and I have much to relate to you about our time among the surface dwellers, but now is not the time for stories. I am troubled by a supposed attack on my life. As my honor guard it will be up to you to investigate this situation and keep alert for future opportunities.”

Yam spoke first, “Our capitol security has recovered pieces of the device used against you. I took the liberty of having Roilund start on that part of the investigation while the scene is still fresh.”

Artuyr nodded, “Thank you Yam. I feel confident that Roilund will discover something.”

En-kur stated, “Your highness, there hasn’t been an assassination attempt on a member of the royal family in decades. Your recent return must have spurned this action.”

Artuyr replied, “Explain.”

Llyr interjected, “Someone doesn’t want you back home.”

Jimmu barked, “You think?”

En-Kur, “I am not sure that this was actually an assassination attempt.”

“I’m sorry. I realize I haven’t been here either for awhile, but how do you figure that a floating bomb, exploding at our Princes feet doesn’t categorize as an attempt to kill him?”

Artuyr placed his hand on Jimmu’s shoulder, “Let him speak.”

En-kur gave a small head bow, “Thank you my Prince. What I mean to say is that while it seems like someone wanted to hurt Artuyr, the mechanism they used was either too small or poorly executed to do much damage. Once Roilund examines the debris I think we will find that the incendiary device was mostly for show. The water in the canals are deep enough for vessels, but exploding a bomb underwater really diminishes the explosive’s effects. If they really wanted to kill our Prince, any number of devices could have been used, above the water to maximize the kill ratio.”

Jimmu sounded exasperated, “Lovely. So the bomb wasn’t good enough.”

En-kur turned to Jimmu, “I believe that is what the evidence will reveal.”

Artuyr thanked En-kur and said, “What would the purpose be if not to harm me? Anyone have theories?”

Murienne spoke first, “If we examine our protocols, what would be our typical reaction?”

Llyr shook his finger in the air, “We would all be forced to respond, right? What if this was a diversion?”

“To what end, Llyr?” asked Artuyr.

Lly closed his solid black eyes and pressed his index fingers together on his lips, “That, my prince, is the real mystery.”

Artuyr looked at all of the troubled faces around the table. “Yam, can you please look into any significant activity that occurred today other than my arrival?”

“Of course, Sire.”

En-kur, “Use your contacts with capitol security to find out what areas were left open when the proximity alarms went off at the time of the explosion.”

“At once, your highness.”