Voldemort and the Heart of Atlantis
CHAPTER 1: IT BEGINS
Deep underground in a hidden cavern, followers of the Dark Arts were meeting to help their leader.
The Dark Lord Voldemort sat in his throne, addressing them. The Death Eaters were jubilant that he had his body back, but he reminded them that their work was far from over.
"Our ultimate goal is to rid all schools of magic of Mudbloods; how shall we accomplish this?"
Lucius Malfoy spoke up. "I believe that it would further our cause to elect Death Eaters to every school governor position; now that I am no longer among them, we cannot keep such a close watch on Dumbledore."
"I concur. Wormtail, write that down."
The rat Animagus hastily scribbled Malfoy's idea on his yellowed parchment.
"What's next, Wormtail?" Voldemort's deep, evil voice made the question sound terrifying.
"Er, well," Pettigrew flipped through the parchment sheets, "Er, the spies will present their, um, research."
"Yes…yes…Crabbe, Goyle, what can you tell us tonight?"
The two men stepped forward, dark cloaks hiding their faces, but not their girth.
"We have found an excellent source of power for you to use, master," Goyle announced.
"Yes, my lord," Crabbe added. "The full extent of its capabilities is unknown to anyone, but we know that it can heal anyone of almost anything, generates force fields, powers flying vehicles, and, when used correctly, can increase your power more than ever."
"What is this miraculous 'power source', and where is it located?" queried the evil wizard.
"The location is not confirmed yet, but it is known as…the Atlantean Crystal."
Far from the evil wizards, another underground chamber held another meeting: the coronation of the new rulers of Atlantis.
Milo Thatch stood nervously at the front of the throne room. He'd have been perfectly comfortable standing in a corner taking notes on something like this, but he felt out of place actually participating.
The high priestess of Atlantis, Paiganarel, was conducting the traditional ceremony.
"Moakh DEH-ra MI-loh THATCH-toap; mo-keh Tah-NEB THATCH-toap,"
(You were Milo Thatch; you are King Thatch)
Paiganarel gave him the official royal staff, the one that had belonged to Kashekim Nedakh.
"Moakh DEH-ra Kidagakash; mo-keh MAH-neb Kida-TOAP,"
(You were Kidagakash; you are Queen Kida)
Kida was presented with a slightly shorter staff.
"Athilan KIH-gahn Tab-ma-toap WEEL-tehm!"
(Atlantis welcomes its royalty!)
The ancient city was engulfed in a tidal wave of applause as the new leaders left the room.