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Races Of Men
PG
2

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“What! What kind of dream was that? That woman, I knew her, but from 
where?” he questions himself. He looks around and sees that he is in 
his bed. “Oh, thank the races, that was just a dream. I better get up 
it looks like it is midday.”
When his servant heard Darien talking to himself, he entered the prince’s 
room. “Sire, it is time. Your father asks you to leave by the time the 
feast of Mercury begins.” The servant bows and leaves the room for Darien 
to grasp what has happened in the two days.

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The prince looks back on the beautiful city that he had called his home 
only a few moments ago. His father and mother did not even say goodbye to 
him. It is like I am dead. He turns around and heads west for the sea. He 
knew more about the possible location of Mercury than any of the other 
hidden palaces. What his people did not remember was that up to about two 
hundred years ago, the Kingdom of Earth traded with that advanced culture.
It is said that they lived on an island that had rings around it in the 
middle of the sea. The only place where there were known islands were in 
the southwestern section of the Blue Sea. 
The prince traveled day after day until a fortnight later he reached 
Harbor City. This city had the best ships and best crews. He sought out 
a captain that knew of the legend of Mercury. There was only one who 
would agree to see Darien. The captain was a very large man who had dark 
black hair that almost looked blue. In the sunlight Darien could have 
sworn that it was. They met in a tavern at the edge of town and sat in 
the corner where none would hear their conversation.
“So you are looking for a ship? Well, I have the fastest ship in the whole
city. If I may ask, why are you searching out Atlantis?” The captain had 
a low husky voice and eyes that seemed too intelligent to just to belong 
to a captain of a ship.
“I have my reasons. Are you willing to take me there? Do you know where 
it is?” Darien was meeting the captain stare for stare, wit for wit. 
The captain touched his left forearm unconsciously. When he realized what 
he had done he crossed his arms, right over left. But Darien saw the mark,
 the tattoo of the people of Mercury. So, this man is one of the Mercury 
people! He has to know where Atlantis lies. “I will give one hundred gold 
pieces to take me there and to keep our voyage a secret.” 
The Mercurian captain debated visibly and looked at Darien one more time
with those eyes. “Done then. I will take you there. But you will not enjoy
the ride. It will take one week there with my special ship.” He sat there
chuckling to himself while Darien wondered what could be so funny.

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Now I know. The ship sped through the water, while Darien hung over the 
side. Never had the crew seen a sight of such severe case of seasickness 
until that week. I must have lost about twenty pounds from trying to eat
and then having it come back up again. What day are we on again? I hope 
it will not take much longer. After Darien had emptied his stomach, he 
walked down to the captain’s cabin. The captain willing lent his cabin 
to the young prince. As he was opening the door, he heard the captain 
call down to him. 
“Lord! We will arrive at Atlantis by nightfall. Please come on deck so I 
may teach you the customs of the people of Atlantis!”
Darien groaned inwardly, but followed the sound of the captain’s voice. 
The captain had taken the wheel as he always did when nearing a port. 
Darien clenched his teeth so he would not humiliate himself again in front 
of the captain. If he can take all of this swaying, so can I. “Captain, 
what do you wish to advise me?” Darien questioned irritatebly. 
“Lord, when you reach Atlantis you will want to stay at a reliable inn? I 
recommend that you stay at the Plato’s Preserve. Since we will be getting 
in late, we will have to have the audience with Director of Foreign 
Affairs early tomorrow morning.” The captain was staring off into the 
distance while rubbing his beard. “Then the Director will decide whether 
to let you go do as you please. He may just decline your request and you
will be on the next ship out of Atlantis. Just so you know, the last time 
a foreigner stepped on Atlantian soil was one hundred years ago,” the 
captain said matter-of-factly. He was amused at Darien’s pale face, but he
noticed determination and strength in his deep blue eyes. Maybe he is 
not what he appears. Maybe the rumors of this young cub are true. From 
around the nation, Darien was known as being hard and cruel. His coldness 
even spread out into the ends of civilization. He was heard to be quick 
tempered and hard headed. His people feared Darien and they rejected him 
for being the prince. They prayed daily that a deliverer would come and 
remove Darien from the being the heir.
“What do you mean that I have to see a ‘director’ for me just to visit the
 city? I have no evil intentions. I just only want to…” Darien shut his 
mouth when he realized when he was going to tell his quest. I must watch 
my tongue. No one must know who I am and the shame I carry. Besides, I 
don’t think they would like the idea of me taking away their princess. 
“…look around. I am a scholar. I have heard of the wonders of the great 
and wise city of Atlantis. I would like to record them in my book,” 
Darien lied.
“Well, if that is the case. I don’t think you will have much of a problem.
 However, you will have to write your book here and then leave it. Once 
you are finished and are going to leave, your memory will be whipped away 
from this place. We don’t want to have contact with the outside world. 
You have your kingdom and we have our own. Nor will you remember or find 
me once you leave. I will personally see to that. Now, young scholar, why 
don't you go to down below? You do not look so well.” The captain laughed 
as Darien’s face turned from white to beat red. Darien spun on his heel 
and turned around and went down to his room. “That young boy is going to 
cause all of us trouble. I can see that like a raging storm rising up
from the horizon.” The captain pondered for the next few hours on what 
Darien would want with Atlantis and if he had made a mistake for taking 
him to his home.

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Atlantis was a beautiful city, with buildings that were pure white that 
looked like they scraped the sky. Darien became dizzy just looking at 
them. All of the streets were paved with brick and every intersection 
was exactly a ninety-degree angle. They had lights every twenty feet that
illuminated the whole city. There were not any sign of beggars or thieves.
The city was perfectly clean like a new pearl glittering in the night. As
Darien was escorted to the inn recommended by the captain, he noticed the
amount of bookshops; there were at least one at every intersection. They 
ranged from antiques to fiction to textbooks. Each were competing with the
others to have the greatest business. Darien looked into these shops and 
were surprised to see the amount of people were in there reading and 
studying. Is this what they do for pleasure? Well, the rumors are true: 
Atlantians are the seekers of wisdom. 
When he reached Plato’s Pleasure, the innkeeper was cleaning up the tables
from the evening meal. Not a soul was in the dining hall because everyone 
was enjoying a night of studying. Darien was too tired for a meal and he
did not think his stomach as ready to take in food just yet. He retired 
to his luxurious room. It had a king size bed with a mattress that was 
recently flipped. Beautiful paintings on the wall and the hearth had an 
engraving of an ancient language. Darien tried to recall all of the 
history lessons and the ancient literature classes he had taken while 
growing up, but none of them could match the words written in the hearth. 
“It says, ‘Mercury, Guardian of Knowledge.’ It is written in the long 
forgotten text of the Moon. Your people do not remember the Silver 
Millennium, but we have kept copies of their writings throughout the 
years,” the captain spoke in the doorway. “Your appointment is at midday. 
You will feast with the director. He is interest in meeting a young 
scholar from the outside world. So you better get your rest, young lord, 
for it will be a long day tomorrow.” The captain bid Darien good night 
and closed the door behind him.
Great, Darien! Look what you have gotten yourself into. Maybe being a 
scholar will be the best, they may let me go into their archives and see 
what happened one thousand years ago. All of a sudden he recalled the 
beautiful woman with silver hair, “Go and find your true love!” She 
kissed him on the head and blessed him. The vision soon faded from his 
mind and left a terrible headache. Darien soon forgot the unusual dream 
and laid down in bed and fell quickly asleep.

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