Another successful installment of this series. It is so much fun plotting, planning, and writing this storyline. I hope you enjoy it and please vote, comment, or drop me a message. This portion begins with Ghost arriving at the other end of the Kwa gate. What will he find and discover? Let's see. Pull up a seat and settle in for part eight.
Atlantis or Bust:
The only hint of my having moved was the wall's decorations had changed. Three concentric rings seemed to dominate the artwork. Atlantis and its three ring shaped lakes surrounding the palace. Before I moved a muscle, I opened my inventory and felt a rush of relief. My possessions were accessible again. I donned my armor and brought the extendable fighting pike Shuri had made for me to my hands. I felt the thing's approach. So much anger on display and all directed at me. How did it even know I was here?
No use delaying the inevitable. Whoever or whatever it was reluctant to enter the pyramid. I strode out of the pyramid. He was waiting for me and his anger surrounded him. It was difficult, even with all my abilities, to properly perceive him. He hid behind illusions as his true shape was barely human any longer.
"I am Varnae the First, Master of the Darkhold and your lord and master." He hissed.
"Lovely titles," I replied and then continued. "For an idiot." I added angrily.
"You dare!" Varnae roared.
"You tell me everything I need to know about you and yet you know nothing about me." I growled as I prepared for his attack. "Knowledge is power."
"In a moment you will become my slave and your argument moot," he bragged as his mind lashed out.
"No," I growled struggling through the merciless mental assault. "I am the Champion of Anackire." I said through clenched teeth. "See!" I stated as I opened my left hand and blazing sun bright flame burst from my palm. It was as if the sun shone on virgin snow in the Antarctic and it was dazzling.
Varnae shrieked as the light burnt him revealing his true features as he fled. I collapsed to the ground gasping as one attack ended, and another began. I had barely recovered when I was torn away from the pyramid's entrance to another realm entirely. The dimension was tidal locked with half of it bathed in perpetual light and the other shrouded in perfect darkness. Her place of power was located on the meridian between the two. The two extremes were constantly at battle with the other. I was thrown to land at the foot of her diamond and obsidian throne.
"Lady Anackire." I whispered facing the wroth of the goddess.
"You dare claim to be my champion! Prove it or perish!" She purred as she watched me ponder how to demonstrate it.
"May I stand Goddess of Diametrical Forces?" I asked and she gave me leave to do so. "Anackire is generous."
She wasn't alone. There were other feminine figures behind her throne. One of the women was wrapped in a colorless hooded robe, her face hidden but her ample bosom clearly on display. Clutched in her hands a golden spindle and streaming from it a sparkling patchwork web. To her left was a woman wrapped in storm clouds and lightning rippled over her body and when she shifted soft thunder rumbled. The third woman wore a robe of intricate runic structures that shifted from one moment to the next. The last and hardest to perceive was a being clad in nothing. When light should have fallen on her it was warped and swallowed up as she were surrounded by a black hole's event horizon.
I rose to my feet and straddled the demarcation point. I brought up both of my arms and conjured Snow Fire in my left hand and the Ebony Flame in my right. My body was wreathed in shadow as my feet left the ground. The goddess leaned forward and touched my mind and I didn't resist her. She triggered the memories involving her and my service to her.
"Often you have thanked or invoked my continence... my champion. What brings you to Atlantis?" She asked as I stopped my display and bowed before I spoke.
"Doctor Doom has traveled from my present to steal the Vibranium meteorite from what will one day be called Wakanda. I choose to stop him."
The woman carrying the spindle whispered in Anackire's ear. The Nine-Fold Goddess took her counsel and pondered for a moment before speaking. "You don't want it for yourself? The Vibranium came from Svartalfheim after all." She whispered. "You have suspected as much but you don't know the why or how this feat was achieved. I deem you worthy to see the folly of your people. Behold!"
A single thread shot out of the spindle and struck me. I stood in a gorgeous garden. So many colors, shapes, and scents vying for my attention. I looked down and I wore silken garb of swirling black and white. I strode through the garden and exited it next to a cunningly crafted building, a Svartalfar mansion. Shouts from within caught my attention. There was a balcony on the second floor, so I leapt up and easily landed on it. Within were two figures locked in a desperate argument.
"Melekith, this is madness! End this conflict between our people and Asgard! Please!" The female dark elf begged.
"How can I Allisara?" Melekith, Ruler of the Svartalfar, raged as he turned on her. "He violated you! He got you with child! I'll not have you carry Bor's child. The half breed will be slain." He screamed and then suddenly he was soft and gentle. "I do not blame you my love... beloved wife. Bor is a wicked man and I will not let him have you and the riches of Svartalfheim. Even now the great magic I have wrought robs him of half his victory! Look if you dare!"
She was heavy with child and yet gracefully crossed the room and stepped onto the balcony next to me. I turned to face outwards and cried out in disbelief. The myriad colors of the vast garden and beyond began to turn grey and then to a monochromatic landscape I knew all too well. The cloud of Vibranium that had been torn from the ecosystem of Svartalfheim coalesced into the very meteor that would strike the Earth.
"My son," Allisara whispered. "You are loved and likely we will never set eyes on one another." She said clutching her swollen belly. "We weren't always filled with unquenchable hate. We were a bright loving people once." Her last action before teleporting away was to look up and for the briefest moment locked eyes with me.
I fell to my knees in the palace of Anackire. Was that child one of my ancestors? Did she want someone to know what had happened? The vision was clear and confusing at the same time.
"Well... what is your bidding my goddess?" I asked overwhelmed by this tremendous revelation.
"Crush your enemy in my name! Make them fear the Goddess Anackire again. Make them love me as well. Back to great Atlantis my champion." She purred and gestured.
While I was away a group of humans had gathered just outside the pyramid. I was still dressed in the black and white garb from the vision of blasted Svartalfheim. I had believed it a natural disaster, but it was done to spite Bor of Asgard. I took on my human guise and stepped out. I lifted my hands showing I was unarmed.
"I mean you no harm." I said and was greeted by Jaren, Prince of Atlantis.
"I speak for my father and the people of Atlantis. Welcome traveler. How come you through the ancient temple?" Jaren asked. He was tall for his race, wide shouldered, long straight black hair, and stunning blue eyes that hinted at his keen intellect. The prince was clad in scarlet armor crafted from famed Atlantean Steel that was immune to both elements and the passage of time.
"Hold Prince of Atlantis, know you not who you address?" An elderly warrior strode forward. His hair and beard were silvery-white, but his eyes were a bright green and there was a strength in his gaze. While the Atlanteans wore scarlet armor and robes the lone warrior wore worn steel and leather armor.
"Who are you stranger?" Jaren addressed him.
"Fairly spoken Prince Jaren. The last time I visited Atlantis you were but a cub at your father's shadow. You have grown tall and hale." He said laughing. "I am Conan, King of Aquilonia, and friend of Atlantis." He stated and I felt my jaw fall open in surprise.
