The World Keys (The Syker Key Book 2) by Aaron Martin Fransen
Authors: Aaron Martin Fransen
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Memories
Atlantis was not the first civilization on Earth. It fell to the judgement of the bearer what constituted civilization, but it seemed to revolve around the development of technology, whether the Key would have agreed with that or not.
Atlantis was a transplanted race, removed from a dying planet and transported to Earth. They were given what would become known as the Americas, but their ambition didn’t stop there. They were offered a home in peace, but would offer violence instead. It would be their downfall.
An invading planet had thrown the solar system into chaos. It came in like a fireball, at high speed and with a massive electrical potential. It ripped and tore at every planet it came near, turning Uranus on it’s site and ripping Pluto from the orbit of Neptune.
Eventually it approached Saturn and it’s many moons. One of those moons harbored life. The imbalance caused by the intruder was enough to drive one of Saturn’s other moons to smash into this life bearing planet, destroying all save some bacteria. The planet would be forever scarred, and it’s reddish surface would bear the marks of that attack.
The collision created the asteroid belt, and pushed the larger, now lifeless moon into a lower orbit on it’s own, to become a planet. It would be millennia before Mars would see life again.
But the Atlanteans were saved. A technological race to be sure, they however had not quite mastered the technology required to transport themselves to a new home. For that they required the help of the Draconians, who were eager to assist.
Had Earth known the price, things may have been different.
***
History was a funny thing.
John realized this more and more as he studied all that the Key had made available to him. In fact very little of history actually matched what the textbooks had offered. More often than not it was simply romanticized versions of some little event, and all too often it was outright lies on the part of those writing the books.
It was enlightening, but disheartening too. To think that little of what the world knew was the truth? Religion in particular had been most heavily doctored it seemed, not that John had ever had much time for it.
And now he had no reason for it. He knew all of the events that had led to the creation of the various religions, and none of them involved a guy with a white beard looking down from the clouds. But he also knew how dangerous religion could be. It was not something to be trifled with.
Time, it appeared, was fluid, variable. There were creatures and powers out there capable of traveling through time to adjust things to their liking, like dominoes. The Key would not show him the future, it was not permitted to, but he could now see the adjustments being made in the past. It was very disconcerting, and he was determined to learn more about it.
Sitting on a mountain ridge overlooking the plains below, John marveled at the difference. Two years earlier he had hiked here, seen the same sight, but this time he held the Key. He looked at the crystalline jewel in his hand, it's thousands of facets reflecting and refracting the sunlight in brilliant colors.
In two years it had taught him much, but he had also remembered much. With the Keys help he had remembered another life, one where he had been the bearer of the Key for over half a century. In Atlantis.
He laughed. Atlantis. He was never one for fairy tales and legends, and certainly this fell into that category.
With the Key's help he remembered everything though, and knew exactly how long ago it was. Even, surprisingly, where it was.
Washington, DC, it had turned out, was less than 10 miles from where the Capitol of Atlantis had been. The designers of the city had known this, and would have built the city on the exact spot, were it not for the fact that it was 10 miles out to sea.
The calamity that had wiped out the 600 million inhabitants of Atlantis, what John knew to be North America, had had
Atlantis was not the first civilization on Earth. It fell to the judgement of the bearer what constituted civilization, but it seemed to revolve around the development of technology, whether the Key would have agreed with that or not.
Atlantis was a transplanted race, removed from a dying planet and transported to Earth. They were given what would become known as the Americas, but their ambition didn’t stop there. They were offered a home in peace, but would offer violence instead. It would be their downfall.
An invading planet had thrown the solar system into chaos. It came in like a fireball, at high speed and with a massive electrical potential. It ripped and tore at every planet it came near, turning Uranus on it’s site and ripping Pluto from the orbit of Neptune.
Eventually it approached Saturn and it’s many moons. One of those moons harbored life. The imbalance caused by the intruder was enough to drive one of Saturn’s other moons to smash into this life bearing planet, destroying all save some bacteria. The planet would be forever scarred, and it’s reddish surface would bear the marks of that attack.
The collision created the asteroid belt, and pushed the larger, now lifeless moon into a lower orbit on it’s own, to become a planet. It would be millennia before Mars would see life again.
But the Atlanteans were saved. A technological race to be sure, they however had not quite mastered the technology required to transport themselves to a new home. For that they required the help of the Draconians, who were eager to assist.
Had Earth known the price, things may have been different.
***
History was a funny thing.
John realized this more and more as he studied all that the Key had made available to him. In fact very little of history actually matched what the textbooks had offered. More often than not it was simply romanticized versions of some little event, and all too often it was outright lies on the part of those writing the books.
It was enlightening, but disheartening too. To think that little of what the world knew was the truth? Religion in particular had been most heavily doctored it seemed, not that John had ever had much time for it.
And now he had no reason for it. He knew all of the events that had led to the creation of the various religions, and none of them involved a guy with a white beard looking down from the clouds. But he also knew how dangerous religion could be. It was not something to be trifled with.
Time, it appeared, was fluid, variable. There were creatures and powers out there capable of traveling through time to adjust things to their liking, like dominoes. The Key would not show him the future, it was not permitted to, but he could now see the adjustments being made in the past. It was very disconcerting, and he was determined to learn more about it.
Sitting on a mountain ridge overlooking the plains below, John marveled at the difference. Two years earlier he had hiked here, seen the same sight, but this time he held the Key. He looked at the crystalline jewel in his hand, it's thousands of facets reflecting and refracting the sunlight in brilliant colors.
In two years it had taught him much, but he had also remembered much. With the Keys help he had remembered another life, one where he had been the bearer of the Key for over half a century. In Atlantis.
He laughed. Atlantis. He was never one for fairy tales and legends, and certainly this fell into that category.
With the Key's help he remembered everything though, and knew exactly how long ago it was. Even, surprisingly, where it was.
Washington, DC, it had turned out, was less than 10 miles from where the Capitol of Atlantis had been. The designers of the city had known this, and would have built the city on the exact spot, were it not for the fact that it was 10 miles out to sea.
The calamity that had wiped out the 600 million inhabitants of Atlantis, what John knew to be North America, had had
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