The First Ones Marcus Fable Chapter 1: Atlantis Found It is a well-known dictum that at the heart of every myth

and legend is a grain of truth. Fact obscured by the unceasing passage of time, distortion by the imperfect memory of man and finally the legacy is lost. There are few tales so enduring as those of the city lost beneath the sea, like the phantom pain of a phantom limb Atlantis plagues the human psyche; a story of a wondrous civilization swept away by relentless ebb and flow of the oceans tides. Human power has failed before and it will fail again. The remnant had left far more than its dark and twisted memories in Marcus Fables mind; it had left scars forever etched into his soul. Its sincere venom filled threats echoing in his skull as its invasive and bloodthirsty consciousness faded away, into nothing, dying. It had been a long and painful struggle back to sanity; bit by bit Marcus assembled a mind shattered into a million puzzle pieces into a new mosaic of clarity.

I cannot catch a break