Atlantis: The Legend of Gamera

A Gamera + Atlantis: The Lost Empire crossover fanfiction

By H.R.C. Stanley

Based on the Gamera franchise by Daiei and Kadokawa and Atlantis: The Lost Empire by Walt Disney Pictures


Prologue


"Gamera, the last hope; We bestow it to the cradle of time. May it awaken to defend against Gyaos, the shadow of evil..."
- Unknown


Somewhere in the Victoria Strait near King William Island in the Canadian Arctic, 1846 A.D.

In the cold, cruel and harsh battle between the sea and the winds, two mighty vessels struggled through the intense storm; the HMS Erebus and the HMS Terror. The men heaved and struggled through, pulling ropes and grabbing on tight as the sweat on their faces blended with the salty waters of the ocean. The wood of the boat became coated by a crust of intense and slippery frost.

Upon the deck of the ship, the foolhardy Captain Sir John Franklin stood and stared out to the bleak horizon, eyes nearly blinded by the intense wind.

"Captain!" one of the sailors called out. "The cold winds are getting more tense!"

"Come on lads!" the captain commanded with a slam of his fist. "Stand fast! Secure the rigging!"

"She's taking up more water!" another sailor panicked.

"Steady on the course!" Franklin continued.

The sounds of ice cracking continued as invisible arrows of terror struck the hearts of nearly all the men on board and made them slip off their feet. One by one, they dragged themselves back up and maintain their shared balance.

"Look!" one of the men pointed outward into the blackened deep. "Look down there! In the water!"

The men rushed to the starboard to see what was going on; none of them came close to expecting what they found. In the cold dark sea below, a bright red essence flooded and slowly enveloped all around.

"Is the Earth bleeding?" Franklin asked, with eyes widened and puzzled. "How can that be possible?"

Slowly but surely, the crackling sounds calmed and eventually ceased. Then suddenly, only the flapping of bat-like wings could be heard before each of the men were snatched up and away into the night by large horrific flying beasts to their horrific and gruesome fates.

"Fire now!" Franklin yelled at his men. "Fire at will!"

The men grasped their rifles, aimed up high and fired at the predatory creatures as ordered. The beasts shrieked and latched down onto the boats.

"What are these things?" one of the men gasped. "Demons? Dragons?"

"Who cares?! Just keep shooting at them all down before they take us all!"

Just then, a booming crack erupted from beneath the icy depths. The rumble was enough to force the men to slip off their feet.

There, far and high in the distance, a behemoth stood and rose from the icy depths. Its darkened shape was made clear through cloud and snow by brief flashes of lightning. It soon let open its jaws to emit a fearsome shriek that sent invisible chilling forces down the spines of the surviving men.

"By dear God and Heaven... The legends were true..." Franklin shuddered quietly with merciless chills surging through his mortal soul. "It's a monster..."


To be continued...