Atlantis

Lindsey Miles alighted into the mouth of a cave---a silhouette figure against the outside daylight to the dark interiors of the cavern. She exhaled a smoky breath into the cool summer air of the Alaskan Denali mountains; panting as she did so. It has been a long and difficult trudge.A girl of 18, she was a petite and slender young lady in khaki shorts, warm tights, and an overcoat. Her long, wavy auburn hair formed a messy bun on her head. If not for the current situation she is in, Lindsey Miles would usually sport smiling brown eyes and a cheery demeanour. But today her eyes were full of serious contemplation and anxiousness as she surveyed the cavern infront of her.She couldn't believe what she was doing; hiking in the mountains on her own. She has managed so far, much to her self-amazement.She held a flash-light in her hand and waved it against the darkness, barely illuminating anything.She then felt for the crystal pendant on her necklace that re

The trip through the winding corridors of the huge fortress was enough time for the battle to intensify. Queen Tisha and her trail of maidservants could hear the wailings and cries of the winglies outside.They all halted on their feet."Something's not right, your highness," Anya, one of the priestess of the Kingdom and chief maidservant, uttered grimly. "Something terrible is happening."Queen Tisha stood sensitively still, breathing heavily, knowing that what Anya just said is true.Suddenly the fortress shook violently throwing everyone off their feet and onto the floor. Eleejah bursts out crying. It was evident that an enormous power has hit the fortress, it trembled against that power."Your highness, are we losing this battle?" one of the maidservants cried out."It looks as though we weren't ready for these invaders," another one spoke in fright. "They hold power that is greater than ours!""That is

Suddenly his thought warned him that maybe he should make his way out but upon spotting some embossed writings on the wall, his concern quickly dissipated replaced by curiosity. Excitement surged through him again for he was suddenly imagining it all: the uncovering of the phenomenon and the unknown and the endless possibilities that comes along with it. It's uncanny! It's overwhelming! From that moment on, he knew he found ardor and purpose in life and his passion renewed. The writings appear to be a bulletin. The characters were embossed, block by block---very primitive in fashion for a spaceship. Well thinking about it, the ship didn't look like any of those futuristic sketches one would imagine of a U.F.O. The writings looked hieroglyphic-like - but he knew that one from college. This was not one and nothing he could remember of. He is certain it is not of Earth. Stealing one

"Approaching the barrier. Going in!" Alec Archer heard Private Sanders' voice transmission through the speakers. He witnessed thru the cockpit window as a wave of electric current coursed thru the entire exterior fuselage of Sander's flying mecha as it penetrated thru the invisible Earth Barrier---a powerful force field that barricaded the whole of the planet Earth from the alien intruders hovering all around Earth. Light energy flared all over the metal body as it did so.Sanders has now entered the safe perimeters of Earth."Following suit," said Alec as he toggled the switch that activated his own energy shield and also allowing him to penetrate the barrier. He felt the intensity of the vibration that rocked his battleship as he pierced thru the force field. If not for this built-in energy shield that equips all WDF battleships, it would be like catastrophically crashing thru an unbreakable wall. Up to this day, after seven months in the service as a space fighter p

10 days after Alaska... Lindsey Miles strode across the isle of a courtroom-like auditorium full of black-suited people that make up the elite society of the British Historical Institute - a smorgasbord of well-established archaeologists, anthropologists and historians. She was ushered onto a platform with a microphone stand and found herself facing a sea of hard, sardonic faces she couldn't help but feel as if she is on trial or something. It might very well be, she thought. Her audience, consisting mostly of seniors with gloomy and pale facial expressions, all hushed down from their tête-à-tête. The scent of potpourri mixed with tobacco smoke caught in her nose. Everyone was seated around a table of eight people, against the backdrop of exquisitely designed mahogany wood walls and red carpeted floor. This is the famous lectern hall of the British Archeological Society that has be