Complete Summary :

The time is 2538, four hundred and ninety years after the ecological catastrophe known as The End. I the New World that resulted from the cataclysm, the few remaining humans are content to live in and around their city of Atlantis 2 while alien species colonize the Far Lands of the former Americas.

However, whereas the humans’ relationships with the aliens of the Galactic Coalition have always remained peaceful if distant from the aliens' part, the situation is now strained as for the first time since The End, the humans are preparing to explore both the sea and the stars.

In this time of unusual turmoil, Nya Pavlovsky, Princess of Mankind a.k.a. galactic ambassador-in-training, is about to take over her mother's Duty. With the help of both her adoptive brother, Mykel Darewing, and her Syllin friend and fellow diplomat, Aenil Sy, the young woman prepares for her upcoming challenge, namely to try and convince the aggressive Gorgons to allow her people to finally reach the stars of the Coalition.

Unbeknown to her, though, her Destiny, as well as her friends' and people’s, are about to take most unexpected turns as the belligerent Gorgons plan to attack them.

Meanwhile, further away, the well-concealed Supreme Ruler of the galaxy keeps a wary eye on the free humans of 5-B4 (a.k.a. Earth) for if they were to slip past his various means of deceit and control, they would lethally challenge his absolute, unknown and based-on-lies hegemony of the whole galaxy.

Atlantis 2, its characters and situations, are protected by copyright under the Canadian copyrights law, international conventions and other copyright laws. All rights to any Atlantis 2 material belong to Meryl Heavens (aka Mireilles3)

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PROLOGUE

In 2048 D.C., the human world came to an end.

That year, a new type of fuel called the Naphon caused an ecological cataclysm that dramatically decimated both the human population and ecosystems before it burnt the planet’s surface to a crisp.

Prior to that fatidic end, though, some forty thousand survivors made it to the sole underground refuge that had been hastily set up in Siberia. There, deprived of the only world that they had ever known, the survivors tried to adapt their old ways of living to their new environment.

They nearly destroyed themselves once again.

Then, in the wake of those new heavy losses, emerged a new society based on the principles of the fabled New Age.

Thus was born Atlantis 2.

For centuries, Life thrived and evolved in the underground city as the Atlanti developed both new technologies and ways of living that were adapted to their limited resources while nurturing the spiritual ways.

As a result of the Atlanti’s adherence to their new philosophy, strange powers of Healing and Channeling slowly appeared throughout their population, and then grew in strength and number over the course of the following decades.

From the first occurrences of such abilities, the Atlanti acknowledged the nearly-miraculous Skills as Gifts from their Celestial Father.

And so it went for some three-hundred years.

Then, the time finally came for the fifteen thousand Atlanti to return to the surface of their rightful planet, which had, after long centuries of recovery, completely regenerated itself.

At long last, breathable air and lushness had returned to the planet.

The Atlanti, however, were not the only ones to find out about Earth’s recovery as aliens, too, had been keeping tabs on the planet’s status.

Thus a group of Gorgons ‘met’ with a construction crew of new Atlantis 2.

On that fateful day, eighteen-year-old Nicholay Pavlovsky went alone to meet the armed aliens – and discovered that he had the thoroughly unexpected Ability to communicate with the alien visitors in their own language. Unexplainably, he spontaneously held complete and advanced Knowledge of the alien languages, hence could both reproduce and understand the strange sounds just as easily as he did any human language he had ever studied.

That day, Nicholay became the first Galactic Ambassador of Peace for Mankind.

For the aliens, he became the King of Mankind.

For everyone else involved, he became a question of survival… as did his descendants as they, too, inherited his miraculous Gift for ‘any’ given language in the universe.

Throughout the following one-hundred and ninety years, the Kings’ interactions with the aliens evolved into stronger yet still wary diplomatic relationships…

Or so the Atlanti were led to believe…

Chapter I

Time: 2538 D.C.
Location: City of Atlantis 2 (Earth)

For almost two hundred years, her family members had upheld their family’s greatest responsibility ever: to be Galactic Ambassadors of Peace for Mankind.

For two hundred years, each and every one of her predecessors had managed to maintain their people’s peace with the distant and distrustful aliens, thus ensuring the Atlanti’s continued survival.

Now, though, it was ‘her’ turn to step into the intergalactic political arena as she, Nya Pavlovsky, had finally turned eighteen.

It was now time for her, the Princess of Mankind and future Galactic Ambassador of Peace, to prepare for her critical Duty… a Duty which she wasn’t ready to assume yet. Unnerved by that worrying thought, the young woman restlessly brushed her fingers through her short auburn curls.

She simply did not feel ready to take on this enormous responsibility.

However, soon - too soon for her taste - the fate of her fifteen thousand compatriots would be in her fumbling hands as her very actions while in the aliens’ presence would determine the fate of her whole people.

That prospect greatly worried her because as the first King had written in his journal, their family’s unique role was, literally, a question of survival...

Survival…

She nervously bit her lower lip and locked her eyes on her family’s journal, which laid flat on the table in front of her; she frowned at the century-old words that glowed on the screen, the small movement straining the physical connections that fused her natural skin to the two-stranded braid of silvery cloned skin that adorned her forehead as would a crown.

‘So much for finding answers,’ she finally grimaced, conceding defeat in her quest for information.

Around her, the negotiation room was empty, but it would not last.

Then, she pouted worriedly, only one false step, especially from her part, and the aggressive aliens would bear down on her people with nothing but destructive intents in mind, as their threats to her mother clearly hinted at.

The young woman shivered yet again at the thought of being responsible for such horror and nervously combed her fingers through her short curls. She then caught herself and dropped her hand back on the table before she sighed heavily in worry.

‘Things are so complicated with the aliens,’ she thought, and then wished that she understood them better. ‘That way’, she reasoned with herself, ‘I’d at least know how to behave with them.’

But she didn’t – not according to Aenil – and that didn’t bode well for her people.

Physically tensing from her increasing concern, the simply-clothed young woman suddenly stood up from her wooden chair and nervously smoothed the folds of her new dark green sleeveless vest. Then, she purposefully repeated the procedure with her matching long pants, using the physical movement to focus her mind on something other than her fears.

Once she was done with her pants, she tugged on the hem of her long-sleeved beige shirt, carefully straightening it.

Her tactic worked for a few seconds, but the moment that she was done, her unease returned tenfold and she made up her mind about the day’s session.

She would let her mother lead the negotiations while she would watch her from the side.

‘That way,’ she agreed with herself, ‘it’s most improbable that ‘I’ will make dangerous false steps.’

Besides, she shrugged easily, her mother excelled in her Duty so it was pointless to hasten her retirement in any way.

Indeed, she nodded inwardly, Natalia was poised, calm, wise, as well as heavily experienced in leading difficult negotiations; she was a skilled ambassador who had learnt her job on the field, so with her at the helm of the negotiations, Peace was in very good hands.

In the Princess’ care – her care - though…

The young woman shuddered yet again at the troubling prospect of endangering her people.

She was simply too impulsive and curious for her own good; she just ‘didn’t’ have what it took to be successful in her family’s unique line of Duty!
Irritated at her shortcomings, the young woman turned toward the bay windows of the meeting room and sought solace in the familiar sight of her home city.

Of course, she conceded as she gazed outside, as far as her insatiable curiosity went, her teachers had long since taught her how to quench it with the help of the city’s universal databank.

As for her questions pertaining to the aliens, Aenil was always available to answer them.

However, when it came to her impulsiveness, it was directly attached to her strong Intuition, which, as a Sensitive person, she implicitly trusted and knew not to restrain in any way.

Of course, Aenil kept warning her that her spontaneous attitude was ‘not’ a strength but a flaw for an ambassador of Mankind, but even if Nya tried to control her Intuition when in the aliens’ presence, she simply couldn’t turn it on and off at will.

Not anymore anyway.

Worse, ever since her mother and the Peace Council had demanded that Explorer’s construction be stalled until further notice, the youth had been fighting her temptation to ask more questions about the aliens in general and the Gorgons in particular.

Indeed, ever since that day, she had had the very strong Feeling that something was not right about her people’s predicament with the Gorgons; that some fact or another remained untold by the tall aliens.

She had first brought the matter up with Aenil - who hadn’t been able to answer her - and then with her mother. To her surprise, the Queen had answered her by passing on to her their family’s journal.

‘In it,’ the older woman had told her solemnly, ‘you will uncover the secrets of the past and of our interactions with the aliens. Use them well.’
Confident that she would, at last, find answers to her questions, Nya had decided to read the content of the precious heirloom a few hours only before her first official meeting with the Gorgon representative.

She had expected the century-old electronic document to shed some light on the origin of the Gorgons’ aggression toward her species, but to her utter surprise, the accounting had not begun with Nicholay’s experiences.

Instead, it had begun with the words of Antonin Pavlovsky, the only Pavlovsky who had survived The End of the Old World. The Wise man who had instigated the changes that had brought about the birth of Atlantis 2, also known as the New World.

Unexpectedly hurled into the tumultuous and horrifying days of the ecological cataclysm known as The End, the young woman had been unable to tear her eyes from the text, her attention riveted on Antonin’s ancient words as they transported her back to when the horrible events had taken place. She had cried, had cheered, had gasped in shock; she had been downright fascinated by the first-hand report of the difficult birth of her multi-racial, spiritual and simplicity-oriented society.

Then, a full three hundred years later in the journal, she had finally reached Nicholay’s tale regarding his first encounter ever with a group of Gorgons.
She had quickly understood that, as it had been for her, Nicholay’s Gift had spontaneously surfaced without any rational reason as to why he had suddenly been able to understand the strangers’ garbled language. However, unlike the circumstances of ‘her’ first meeting with the Gorgon aliens, Nicholay’s had taken place under the threat of lethal weapons.

As she reconsidered the details of her ancestor’s first encounter, Nya dimly wondered whether she, in Nicholay’s place, would have had the necessary courage to act the way he had.

After all, her ancestor had been extremely brave to stand in front of armed and hulking aliens, not to mention Wise when he had quickly adapted his discourse to the aliens’ obvious system of hierarchy; as an Atlanti, he shouldn’t have accepted to be called King, yet he had for his Wisdom had been even greater than his beliefs in his people’s values.

Unbeknown to him, he had saved them all that day as nothing but the Atlanti-prohibited word ‘King’ would have instilled respect in the aliens.
‘Though Nicholay obviously Knew it,’ the Princess smiled to herself before she turned solemn once again and resumed pondering her puzzling thoughts.
She now knew that with or without pressure of retributions, Nicholay had always treated both the alien visitors and Aenil with nothing but universal respect and acceptance.

So had all his successors.

So, she frowned, what could possibly make some aliens still perceive her people as a potential threat to the universal peace of the Galactic Coalition?
Indeed, it was utterly illogical that the aliens, who had only known the Atlanti as a peaceful people, could still believe that her people was dangerous, let alone that they were planning to attack them.

‘Peace is who we are,’ she wanted to argue with the doubting elements of the Coalition, yet couldn’t and shouldn’t.

She sighed yet again in frustration and let her eyes wander over the soothingly familiar sight that sat at the foot of the embassy’s hill. This, she reflected as she took in the simple appearance of her homeland; this was serenity and peace.

Wherever she gazed, there were hundreds of humble two-storey clay and wood houses, each construction warmed by the hot sun of former Portugal and surrounded by green grass, flowers and tall trees that partly hid the colorful shutters of open windows.

The youth quietly surveyed the peaceful vista, reflecting that if the aliens understood them better, they would finally process – perhaps even accept - that for her people, all living beings were equal between themselves and that each and everyone of them – the aliens included - was a sacred embodiment of Life itself.

That they would ‘never’ attack anyone.

Aenil had understood this, as had most of the Coalition… so why couldn’t the Gorgons?

Still, she pouted, the Gorgons were right in one of their arguments: her family’s ambassadorial Duty was ‘not’ like the other Duties in her community.
The difference, though, was not in the powers attached to it – their status was merely a title without executive powers attached to it – but rather in two fundamental facts related to their family history.

Those two facts were that first, their Duty had a strategic importance in the continued existence of their people and, second, their special Gift had only been Granted to the Pavlovsky descendants.

Indeed, for some reason that remained obscure even to their more-Awakened days, no one but the Pavlovsky children had ever received a similar Gift.
Considering that there had been, for either personal or health reasons, only one male Pavlovsky child per generation already long before Nicholay had become King, the Pavlovskys had never had the possibility to willingly share their natural Gift with other families. As for teaching the languages, it had been pointless as no one else but them could comprehend the alien sounds, let alone reproduce them.

Thus it had been that the Gifted Pavlovsky parent had never been able to share his Duty with anyone except his own child while the youth had been in training. Then, once the new King had become autonomous in his diplomatic Duty, the parent had always lost his Ability to understand and speak alien languages, and the new Ambassador had been on his own.

‘It has always been this way,’ Nya thought resignedly as she gazed at her home city. ‘It will be the same for mom and I.’

The young Princess - the second only in the history of the Atlanti people – turned glum yet again at the prospect of facing the aliens on her own.
Feeling as if an enormous burden was gradually settling itself onto her firm but young shoulders, she wearily leaned her head against the cool surface of the window and longingly sought the shape of her former haunt, namely Explorer’s hangar.

‘Strange,’ she mused, ‘how inventing and building our first spaceship ever was easy compared to my upcoming nomination.’

A small smile crept on her lips as she gazed at the only metallic structure of their sprawling city.

Sheltering both the laboratories and the hangars of their few ships, the steely construction sat at the end of a golden-sanded beach, firmly entrenched between it and other service-oriented buildings of Atlantis 2.

Darn! She unusually grumbled. Her daily activities had changed only recently, yet she already missed going there every day to hone her scientific skills by working on the ships themselves--- but that couldn’t be helped, she sternly rebuked herself.

Besides, her Explorer colleagues counted on her to break the stalemate with the aliens, so she had to start sometime if she wanted to succeed someday.

To achieve that, though, her mother, Aenil, and herself would have to convince the remaining alien opposition that the humans were no threat of any kind to the Coalition.

That, she grimaced to herself, would be tricky.

Even though she and her mother could count on the help of their alien resident, the Gorgon’s opposition was as strong as it was irrational. Even the Syllin woman, who was a very gifted negotiator, was unable to break through to the ever-belligerent representative from Gorgonite.

Worse, with Atlantide now floating on the sea, the Gorgons were unwaveringly persuaded that the humans were preparing both an air and sea assault on the Far Lands, thus the Coalition.

It was a grievance that would make it just as difficult for her to succeed as it did for her mother and Aenil.

Indeed, no matter how reasonable their arguments sounded to her ears, the aliens thought differently…

Now, she grumbled in frustration, if only she knew where their irrational ideas came from, she’d have a better chance of efficiently soothing their fears instead of worsening them. Unfortunately, though, finding those answers proved to be as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

Disgruntled, the young human turned away from the sight of her homeland and faced the empty room once again.

She had really thought that her family’s journal would explain at least some of the aliens’ puzzling beliefs, but to her dismay, it had only deepened their mystery.

Now, she had even more unanswered questions than before!

It really annoyed her.

Pouting, Nya stood still and checked the time; she had fifteen minutes left of solitude before the others arrived. She wearily closed her eyes, wishing that she had more time to prepare for this…

This inevitable…

But of course, there wouldn’t be more time and so, it was pointless to hope for anything else; her only course of action was to focus her mind and regain her calmness before the aliens arrived.

Yes, she tiredly agreed with herself, it was the only way to prepare for this.

She set to it, slowly forcing herself to relax and breathe more deeply as she closed her eyes and drew on her knowledge of calming techniques.

A few minutes later, she opened her eyes once again and walked back to the table; there, she sat in her chair and, while her newfound confidence lasted, activated the writing function of her family’s journal.

Then, like every new Ambassador had done on his first day of Duty, she proceeded to write down her vow as ambassador as well as what she wished to accomplish with the aliens throughout her reign. It was an unspoken tradition that she had discovered as she had read through her family’s journal, and she had decided to maintain it.

‘Today,’ she began to type as confidently as she could, ‘I, Nya Pavlovsky, accept the Duty of Galactic Ambassador of Peace for Mankind. Like my predecessors before me, I will not fail. Despite the challenges ahead of me, I will hold to my heart Father's values of Peace and will transmit this Message of understanding to our worried alien neighbors. Our Peace with them will prevail.’

Period.

As she waited for the old computer system to process her entry, she focused her attention on the six large chairs that were set around the long dark-brown wooden table, trying to visualize what would take place within the room in less than ten minutes.

It would be yet another difficult negotiation; she could Feel it and the subdued tension in her stomach was not helping her to retain her fledgling positive attitude.

Darn! She mentally gritted in annoyance, if only her mother would not lose her Skills in a few years from now… but she, for one, was more than aware that her mother had already earned her upcoming release as, unlike the majority of her predecessors, Natalia had had a very busy ‘reign’, and not just as a Queen either.

Sometimes, Nya truly wondered how her even-tempered mother had been able to successfully fulfill her ambassadorial duties while bringing up on her own not one but two rampaging children.

Yet, even though the fate of Mankind had rested upon Natalia’s slight shoulders, the introspective redhead had always found time to raise her children properly.

In itself, Natalia’s responsibility as Queen had always been extremely demanding and stressing, but to flawlessly combine it with the demands of widowed motherhood… Nya was absolutely stumped by her mom’s achievement and could only tip her hat to her while hoping that her reign, too, would someday measure up to at least half of Natalia’s---

The hinged double-doors of the meeting room brusquely swung open, interrupting the youth’s pondering. Nya whirled around, startled, and then stared in worry at the Gorgon representative as he stormed into the chamber.

‘Uh-oh..,’ she reflected even as she reflexively stood and bowed her head in greetings. ‘He already seems upset.’

As usual, the ‘man’ wore the traditional leather and metal armor of his battle-hardened people and carried a ceremonial weapon strapped to his back.
Although the weapon itself merely looked like a long rod and could easily go unnoticed by unperceptive beings, its bandoleer, which was marked with red and yellow blood, made sure that everybody around him was aware of the weapon’s presence even as the blood-written warned them not to defy the bearer of the weapon.

The first time that she had consciously registered the wording of the warning, Nya had questioned Aenil about the surprisingly aggressive approach and the other had explained to her that the Gorgons valued only strength, hence that this was their way of discouraging weaker species from challenging them. The Syllin had then mentioned to her that by leaving his other weapons in his ship, the Gorgon ambassador was already making a remarkable sacrifice for the Peace effort.

As she gazed once again at the male extraterrestrial, Nya reflected that effort or not, his body language was anything but encouraging in regards to the upcoming talks.

She resisted the urge to run her hand through her hair in annoyance, and then scolded herself for her reaction. After all, it was not Moock’s fault that nature had given his race a leathery lumpy face that looked worrying to the human eye.

Still, except for the Gorgon’s two eyes, the seven-foot tall, four-armed and leather brown alien did not have any other recognizable facial features and that really unsettled her, yet not as much as to hear them speak even though they were mouth-less. Then, there was the fact that he, like every other Gorgon, lacked a neck, his head resting directly on a first set of shoulders.

So, in short, the only part of Moock’s body that was remotely familiar to her human eye was his legs for he, too, was bipedal.

As for the alien form that followed Moock inside the room, it was something else entirely as the Zile representative did not have either legs, arms, or even a face. Instead, the alien was no more than a blob of gelatinous ooze that was capable of movement and changed color from purple to orange in accordance to its mood. The Zile were also amongst the most intelligent beings of the Coalition yet they did not use individual names. They were simply known as Zile.

Although she would love to discuss with the alien and ask him more questions about this fact, she remembered her lessons in alien courtesy and remained silent; she bowed her head yet again, at the newcomer this time.

Although she had not been formally introduced to them, the extraterrestrials already knew who she was as well as why she was attending the meeting. Yet, as both her mother and Aenil had warned her, neither of them paid her any attention.

To them, she was not the ‘Queen’ yet, therefore unimportant.

Her mother’s arrival, however, didn’t go unnoticed.

As usual, forty-two year-old Natalia Pavlovsky was accompanied by Aenil, the Coalition’s permanent representative on Earth.

Standing at Natalia’s side, the white-skinned Syllin wore a satiny sky-blue robe that blanketed from shoulders to feet her slim, three-foot-and-a-half silhouette while it also underlined the blackness of her large ovoid eyes, the pallor of her skin as well as the blackened scar that marked the left side of her forehead.

Nya smiled in greetings at the familiar sight of her second best friend and the alien woman returned the smile with a bow of her lumpy, slightly triangular head.

As for Natalia, who was walking slightly ahead of the alien, she wore simple dark blue trousers, a white-cream shirt and a long sleeveless mantle that matched her pants; as usual, her forehead bore a silvery crown implant that was identical to her daughter’s.

Like Nya, Natalia had born her crown ever since her Talent had emerged --during her early childhood - thus making it simple for the aliens to distinguish her from their non-alien-speaking compatriots.

Such was the purpose, and the only purpose, of their silvery forehead implant.

As Nya studied how her mother welcomed the aliens to their new session of negotiations, she absentmindedly reflected that, except for their distinctive cuts, hers and her mother’s formal clothes were not much different from what every other Atlanti usually wore, the differences due merely to the royalty’s need to differentiate themselves further in the eyes of the aliens. Otherwise, their dressing style was similar to that of the other Atlanti.
Only Aenil had a style all her own with her ankle-long, flowing-sleeved robes.

Refocusing on her surroundings, the young Princess stepped closer to the meeting table and followed her mother’s lead as they all sat down in their chosen chair.

For a second or two, a solemn silence hovered over the group.

Then, as if annoyed by it, the Gorgon representative stood up again and began his complaints, speaking in Syllin to do so. *I once again spoke with my people, Queen Pavlovsky,” he stated sternly. *We are still worried about your projects to explore the stars and we refuse to give you authorization to leave even your territory. You must make your people change their minds or else there will be consequences." Moock sat back in his chair, resting his upper fists on the table top in unspoken distrust.

Another silence followed his latest threat before Natalia finally answered smoothly, also in Syllin: *Thank you for this summary of the situation, Ambassador Moock."

Nya noticed how her mother remained in her seat, then how she exchanged a surreptitious gaze with Aenil.

When the Syllin barely nodded her head at the Queen, the Princess understood that this was how Aenil usually confirmed the Coalition’s support to her mother. She filed the information away for later use.

Meanwhile, strong of her ally’s assent, Natalia locked her gentle green eyes with the expressionless black orbs of her Gorgon counterpart. *We understand your people's worries, Ambassador," she began diplomatically. *They don't know us, hence, fear us. It is a natural reaction that we, humans, are also liable to experience."

Her attention riveted on her mother’s words and facial expression, Nya noticed how Natalia’s subdued approach seemed to calm the two aliens who had come to their planet with lasting grievances in regards to their people’s space project. The Princess made a note to herself to remember this tactic and practice it because her first instinct would have been to go straight to the point and reassure them that it was pointless to fear them because her people
did not seek any power of any kind.

Considering the actual mindsets of the aliens, the youth now understood that she would have only worsened the situation. Indeed, no matter how much it had Felt like the right thing to say, she would have badly blundered with the aliens.

With her mother's approach, however, the aliens were first calmed, and then reassured so that they were now more open to hearing the truth behind her mother's words.

While her mother continued her quiet speech, which did not sound at all like an extremely important negotiation, Nya threw a glance at their sole centuries-old ally.

Aenil calmly returned her gaze, and then gave her a near invisible nod in the direction of the attentive Zile. The young woman surreptitiously glanced at him--- and gaped in shock at the Zile’s purple coloring!

Against all her uneducated expectations, her mother had already convinced the featureless alien that Explorer did not represent any danger for his people.

The young Princess gazed back at the Queen, in awe this time.

Her mother truly excelled as an ambassador and she couldn’t possibly need her to succeed once again! Her friends were just wrong to doubt Natalia’s ability to break the stalemate with the Gorgons!

In fact, the more she listened to her mother and watched her work with the hostile Gorgon, the more she realized that, despite her lessons and tutoring sessions of the past few years, she was far from done with her training.

Indeed, her real schooling had only begun.

She remained silent throughout the whole meeting, watching and learning from the actual Queen of Mankind, who had learnt the art of negotiation on the field, facing one alien crisis after another.

On the other side of the table, the Syllin ambassador kept a wary eye on the young Princess - for whom she had felt an illogical and puzzling interest ever since she had met her as a child.

Indeed, she couldn’t deny anymore her curiosity about ‘that’ young human, yet considering that Syllins did not bother about other races except to exploit them to their advantage, she really couldn’t understand her unusual attitude toward the human child.

Furthermore, she normally felt nothing but hatred toward the third-rate humans, yet her reactions to the young ‘Princess’ were anything but.
Of course, she had occasional fits of anger in regards to the child’s critical role in the creation of the humans’ new spaceship, but those sparks of ire were nothing when compared to her utter and continuous loathing of the humans in general, loathing from which she now excluded the intriguing child.
Still, with or without that girl, the fact remained that the cursed humans were the reason why she had been forced into exile on 5-B4, and she profoundly despised them for that.

Tuning out the debating human and Gorgon, whom she could trust to play their part in her plan even without her supervision, the cunning Syllin allowed herself to remember that detested day, almost three hundred and fifty Syllin years ago, when she had been banished from her people’s artificial world and condemned to eternal exile and monitoring of the despised humans that lived on 5-B4.

TBC ?

(Atlantis 2, its characters and situations, are protected by copyright under the Canadian copyrights law, international conventions and other copyright laws. All rights to any Atlantis 2 material belong to Meryl Heavens (a.k.a. Mireilles3)

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