I’m in the library again, trying to find a history book for my Unsolved Mysteries project at school. I need to find a book on Atlantis. But either the library doesn’t have a book about Atlantis or nobody even tried to dedicate a few years of their life on a book on a theoretical place. But then, a bookcase caught my eye. It was battered and weathered down, so much to where you couldn’t even see the text on the front cover. I opened the book, only to be met by an overwhelming amount of dust particles. I dropped the book and stepped backwards, almost falling over the railing in the act. I picked the book up again, closing my eyes this time. The book had a language I had never seen before, but somehow I could read it. It said, “To the descendants of light in the future,

In the shadow of time's embrace, we, the Children of Light, reach out from the depths of Atlantis to convey a foreboding message. Heed our words, for they bear the weight of our ancient wisdom and solemn prophecies.

As the currents of fate flow through the eons, we implore you to remember our once majestic civilization, the splendor of Atlantis now lost beneath the waves. Your lineage carries the legacy of our people, intertwined with the secrets of our sacred tongue, Atlantian.

Beyond the veil of ordinary perception lies the power of Atlantian, a language of profound resonance and esoteric knowledge. Embrace this gift, for it holds the potential to unlock the enigmas of the universe and preserve the harmony between realms.

However, beware the lurking shadows that seek to unravel the fabric of existence. The ancient forces of chaos stir, threatening to breach the barriers of time and space. Your mastery of Atlantian is your shield and sword in this perilous battle against darkness.

Guard well the hidden lore, for its unveiling may tempt those with malevolent intentions. Only the pure of heart can wield its might responsibly and safeguard the balance of creation.

As the eons pass, remember that the light of Atlantis endures within you. The legacy of our civilization resides not only in the spoken word but in the depths of your spirit. Embrace your ancestry, for it shapes your destiny, and may the sacred knowledge of Atlantian be your guide through the ages.

In the timeless embrace of our shared history, we watch, we hope, and we trust that you will remain steadfast, for the fate of the cosmos lies in your hands.

May the brilliance of the Children of Light endure forever.

With whispered wisdom,

The Children Of Light.

I was shook to the brim, as I stumbled down the stairs with the book in hand. I put the book on the desk of the librarian, my legs shaking. “I would like to check this book out.” She took one look at it and said, “are you sure?” I nodded, and she took my library card and scanned it. The card failed, but before she could say anything, the computer started to smoke. “RUN!” She shouted, but I didn’t have to be told twice. My body had already gone into autopilot. I pushed the computer off the desk, grabbed the book, and sprinted out the door. The computer exploded, and then the librarian looked at me and said, “it is you.” Before I could ask anything, she grabbed my arm and took me to the back of the library.

To be continued….