The Last Guardian of Atlantis🔊

Once upon a time, in a world unbeknownst to man, beneath the waves of the vast ocean, laid the city of Atlantis. It was concealed by a mystical shield, invisible to the realms beyond it.

The city was blessed with knowledge that surpassed the understanding of common men. It was vibrant with blue and gold structures glistening under water, mystical creatures that roamed freely and Atlanteans who wore a warm smile on their faces. Among these joyous souls, there was an exception - a recluse named Eryndor.

Eryndor was unlike any man in Atlantis, he was the city's last guardian. Ageless and seemingly immortal, he had sworn an oath to endure loneliness for the eternity guarding the city and its secrets. His only companions were the ancient scripts and wisdom encapsulated in the grand library of Atlantis. It was not a life he had chosen but a destiny he had accepted.

Several leagues away in the realm of men, a vengeful king named Azeron was consumed by his thirst for power and invincibility. His scribes had discovered the existence of the lost city of Atlantis and the insurmountable knowledge it held. Driven by the desire to conquer it, Azeron gathered an army of his most formidable soldiers and powerful sorcerers, and set sail to the coordinates of the hidden city.

Meanwhile, riding mystic seahorses, scouts reported the nearing danger to Eryndor. The guardian didn't engage in mundane affairs but the mention of Azeron set off alarms. Eryndor recalled Azeron's lineage as dark magicians who could manipulate time and space.

As the fleet neared Atlantis, the sorcerers chanted incantations, their magic collided with the city's protective shield. The impact caused massive waves, followed by eerie calmness. The shield was slowly crumbling. Deep inside the city, the usually placid Eryndor felt a surge of adrenaline. His time to protect had come.

From depths, he charged forth, the power of the Atlantean crystal glowing bright on his weapon. His mighty roars vibrating through the ocean. The sorcerers sighted him and released attacks of magical energy; intense battle ensued. Despite his courage and strength, Eryndor was overcome with exhaustion.

All seemed lost when the city's beacon abruptly emitted patterns into the sky. Eryndor’s heart pounded as he deciphered them; it was the 'Call of Tides', a powerful charm. The guardian, with his last bit of strength, uttered the charm.

The skies darkened. Huge waves towered and crashed into Azeron's ships, tearing them apart. The magical assaults ceased momentarily, redirecting their effort to protect their king. Seizing this chance, Eryndor lunged towards the protection spell and shattered it with his weapon. The ocean swallowed Azeron's armada, sparing none.

Safe once again, Eryndor sank back to his city. A sense of tranquility spread over the city and gratitude towards their guardian swam through every Atlantean’s heart. Eryndor resumed his solitude, back to the library, back to his books, back to his silent vigil for Atlantis. Vows renewed and spirit rallied, he was and always would be the last guardian of Atlantis.