Biringan Lost City Novels & Stories

And not just because Mama had said so. I stalked off, turning South, with Silver Waters' territory on my right, and Crimson Forest's on my left, knowing that I'd eventually reach somewhere that belonged to neither. Somewhere warmer. Probably one of those chaotic, noisy, overcrowded human cities that they all talked about with such derision. "Ava!" Tyler called, sounding hurt, but I raised my middle finger over my shoulder, and didn't bother turning back.

"In ancient tales, a city so grand, sunk beneath the ocean, lost to land. A fabled place, to bipedal folk, shrouded in mystery, but what am I, to merfolk, a legend of history?" Tritan's head jerks up with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. His theory is now confirmed, and he takes it upon himself to sign on behalf of the group. "The Sacred Ruins of The Lost City of Atlantis," he declares with confidence. Waves of understanding, excitement, apprehension, and awe ripple through the group as they grasp the significance of this revelation. For Joe and Bryan, it's pure wonder and excitement at the prospect of exploring the once thought mythical and lost city of Atlantis.

The trek through the dense jungle had been brutal, but Prince Aric and Kaida finally emerged on the other side, greeted by a sight that took their breath away. Before them stood the remains of the Sapphire City, an ancient metropolis said to have been destroyed in a great cataclysm centuries ago.

"He really did it. He really left." "Who is he?" Vrethie cried. "So much for being the worlds best psychic." Eigen cried, grinning widely as he entered the house through the window - how a gaping hole in the side of the house. "You didn't even feel me arrive." Everyone, including Miaka and Kai, took a sidestep and jumped through the hole into the windy garden. Where the monster had landed was now nothing but a bomb site - flattened to ash and dust. "Ashes to ashes - dust to dust," the moster whispered, picking up the blackened sand. It slipped through his fingers like a egg timer, counting down the minutes to the end of days.

Someone who had crushed my spirit, broken my will? I took a deep breath. The air in the lost city was thick with the scent of old stone and damp earth. There was a weight here, a history that felt heavy on my chest. This place—this ancient city buried deep within the mountains—was more than just a refuge. It was a key to everything I had been searching for. I had followed the cryptic legend passed down through my family, a tale that had been whispered through generations. It spoke of a place of power, a city where the first rulers of our bloodline had once lived, hidden from the world for reasons unknown.

It filled me with so much warmth that I truly could not bear to die anymore. Over the next three days, I was constantly out handling the paperwork for my rural teaching post. I also handed over the divorce papers to the lawyer for processing. Serene never contacted me again. To my surprise, just as I booked my ticket to leave the city, she called me. "Joseph, are you addicted to throwing tantrums now? Did you forget what day it is?" I had, actually. It was Tina's birthday. In my last life, I had been stuck in bed and drowning in immense despair. Even then, I did not forget to carve a wooden statue of her as her birthday gift.