That’s when he kissed that fickle bitch Lady Luck goodbye.
Luck had been on his side as he stealthily maneuvered his way past them, unnoticed, and entered this jungle. “Code name, Hell.” After entering a swirling, gelatinous portal OBI had discovered underwater in Florida, he’d found himself inside an enormous crystal palace guarded by huge, sword-wielding men. How could he have known that the most fearsome creatures of all resided here, on his own planet? Simply buried beneath the ocean, protected by some kind of crystal dome? As he dodged a stray limb, he ground his teeth together. He believed fiercely in the need to learn about these otherworlders and protect his own planet from them. When OBI finally contacted him he’d signed on immediately. When he’d learned (to his horrified shock) that there actually were other colonized worlds in the vast expanse of the galaxies, he’d left his job as a detective with the Dallas PD and began searching for a Men in Black-type operation. He knew the answer, though, and it wasn’t because he’d (secretly) watched Star Trek for most of his teen years and knew how to speak Klingon. Made him wonder why he’d even joined the agency. And as an employee of OBI, the Otherworld Bureau of Investigations, he’d encountered plenty. It happened to be home to the most loathsome creatures he’d ever encountered. The sharp silver blade hacked at the thick foliage blocking his path. Right now, the GPS signal bounced off the earth’s magnetic core, helping him navigate his way through this Atlantean jungle.
An actual, honest-to-God map of Atlantis his boss had discovered in a missing millionaire’s stash. In one hand, he held a beeping, miniature GPS system programmed from coordinates found on a map. They knew only their ever-growing need for fellowship and attempted once more to create Man. As it always does, time wrapped the gods in an absolution of forgetfulness, burying the memory of their past mistake. The only reminder of their presence was The Book of Ra Dracas, detailing the creation and weaknesses of each race. In a panic, the gods cursed each ghastly creation to a life under the sea, to live forever bound to a city known as Atlantis. These Dragons, Minotaurs, Vampires, Nymphs, Formorians-and too many others to name-were powerful rivals, potential usurpers to the royal, immortal throne. They were not loyal or grateful, least of all obedient. The beings they created were not what the gods had envisioned, in appearance or temperament. But the elements were unstable, the measure of portions flawed, and the outcome atrocious. The king of gods was sacrificed, his blood melded with land, air, sea and fire living creatures were formed. They longed fervently for a kingdom overflowing with loyal, grateful, obedient subjects.
For centuries they paced throughout the heavens, wailing their need for beings to guide, nurture and rule.
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