Hey guys, Prince of Atlantis is set in Earth 30, an alternate were boot world created by ChainGangSoldier or vampireboy45 as he used to be known. It runs alongside Man of Steel, Amazon Princess and Arrow by deadman68, Green Lantern: The First Flight and Batman Begins by ChainGangSoldier45 and Fastest Man Alive by Invader Abigail. Go check those stories out, they're great.
Anyway, read, review, enjoy.
December 29th, 1961, Atlantic Ocean
Captain Thomas "Tom" Curry had been in bad weather before but nothing like this. He reckoned they might even be on the lip of a hurricane. The waves were building up higher then two of his boat piled up.
"Oi, Cap, I reckon we should turn back mate." Cried out an Australian accent.
The captain turned around and once again was surprised to see Damien Carter. This man was about 5'2 with little muscle and even less strength, yet he was one of the best sailors Tom had.
Tom, on the other hand was an obvious sailor, well built, a beard and he even had that tanned and worn out skin going, even if he wasn't past 25.
"I think you might be right Damien." Replied Tom.
He sighed and frowned, he wasn't even one day out from New York and he was more then three days out from Gotham.
"Yeah we'll turn her ar..." Tom stopped as a red light lit up the sky.
"Jon, what was that?" Damien and several other crew members called out.
Tom himself didn't know what it was except it looked an awful lot like a flare, "WE'RE GOING OUT THERE MEN." Tom yelled out.
He pushed the boat to its maximum speed, but stopped almost immediately when a huge wave came out of nowhere and crashed on the boat. It splintered into a hundred pieces and Tom felt the mighty tug of the cold sea claiming his body forever.
December 31st, 1961, Atlantis
Two days later
Tom's eyes slowly opened up to the sight of hundreds of kilograms of water above his head. He started to panic and tried to swim up, but two things stopped him, one, he was tied down and two, he realized he could breathe.
He looked around and saw the last thing he'd expected, a woman in ceremonial like clothing.
"W...w...what are you?" Tom asked suspiciously.
The woman spoke to him, "Sevm akl'ik praf'arrt nmob."
Tom looked at the woman confused. She stared back, then a look of clarity came over her face and she pulled out a machine before turning the dial to some words, then she spoke again, "I am Atlanna, princess of Atlantis."
Tom looked at her, "If you're a princess, why are you visiting a sick man?" He asked, then scolded himself because that was the question out of a million he asked.
"It's customary in Atlantis for a member if the royal family to greet newcomers, I also met your friend, Damien." She said.
Tom looked away, "How many others did you find?" He asked, fearing the worst.
"I'm sorry, but you were the only two, the rest either perished or disappeared." She said, sadness in her voice.
Tom continued to look at her and realized she was quite beautiful. She had long blonde hair, a slim body and sparkling blue eyes. She also had an amazing, melodic voice. Tom came to the conclusion, she defiantly was no-one from earth, well, above the ocean earth.
January 4th, 1962, Atlantis One week after the shipwreck.
"I'm not sure how they'll react, Tom." Atlanna confided in her new boyfriend. Tom gave her one of his charming, white teeth smile, "It's true love, they'll understand." He comforted as he moved in closer to her.
"Anyway, I don't care what they think, I just want to be with you." Tom said as he and Atlanna began to kiss.
September 16th, 1962 Atlantis 9 months later
"I NEVER WANT THIS CHILD TO SET FOOT IN MY CITY!" Commanded Poseidon, king of Atlantis.
He was outraged that his daughter, Atlanna, had had a child and with no-other then a land dweller.
"But father..." Atlanna pleaded.
"No, there shall be no argument about it. You will either give the baby to the land dweller, kill it or be exiled with it for life." The angry ruler commanded.
Atlanna gave her father a look, it was a look of pure hatred and anger and it would be the last look he'd ever receive from her, for at that moment, Atlanna turned and left Atlantis for the surface world.
January 14, 1975, Miami
Since Arthur Curry had been 2 months old, he'd been in the water. At first it was just sitting, then it evolved to floating and finally swimming. He'd been swimming since the age of three and today was what it all came down too.
A lifetime of training had led too this moment. He was now thirteen, and competing to earn a position in the youth America championships.
Arthur looked out to the crowd gathering around the San-Diego comp pool. He saw hundreds and they saw 8 boys preparing for the hardest test of their lives.
Arthur was obviously the best, having set the record for his area. He was a swimmer, acted like a swimmer and looked like a swimmer.
He had short blonde hair, a slim body and lightly tanned skin. The look was completed by sparkling blue eyes.
"1 minute till the race begins." Said the loud speaker.
Arthur walked up to the podium and looked around the stadium. That's when he saw the policeman.
He was asking the officials about something and the officials kept pointing at Arthur. Arthur looked at them worriedly, then got on the podium.
"On your marks... Get set... Go!" Said the official starter, Arthur didn't even hear him and took an extra second to dive in. He got in the water and tried to catch up, but he just couldn't focus.
Arthur stopped dead in the water and watched as the contestants went back past him on their second lap. He couldn't swim, something was wrong and he just had to know what it was.
As he was getting out of the pool, the policeman walked over to him.
"Hey son, would you mind coming with me now?" The policeman asked, but it was more of a command.
Arthur nodded and followed the man outside the stadium.
The policeman looked at him and said sadly, "Arthur, your mother has recently been presumed dead after her boat went down last night." The policeman sighed.
Arthur just stared at him and walked backwards slowly. His mum had always been there for him, even when she'd been detained for not having proper citizenship to the United States.
He ran away after that. He ran home and into his and lay down on the bed. This was by far the worst day of his life. He put his head under his pillow and felt around. That's when he found the note.
It was addressed to him, from his mom. He read it slowly.
Dear Arthur,
I know that you've always loved me considerably more then your father and it pains me that I have to leave, but you should worship your dad, after all, he is the reason you lived past two weeks old.
I have left for Mercy Reef, there, I hope to reunite with my parents, it's been 13 years since I last saw them and we left on bad terms.
I also hope that you will one day join me out there and live the life you should've had, not the one you have.
Love, your mother,
Atlanna.
P.s Never believe in drowning.
Arthur read the note again and again but didn't know what to say. Never believe in drowning. What was that supposed mean.
He didn't take much from that letter or decipher much, but he knew one thing he had to do in direct response to it, a journey, a journey to Mercy Reef.
