Have you ever felt completely out of step with the rest of the world? Unable to understand why he's spinning like this. Worse, sometimes you do not even understand the people around you, their actions, their reactions. As if you were not born at the right time. I bet yes. As far as I'm concerned, I can even add some more originalities.

For example, being able to pronounce before the voice-over of the documentary, the name of an ancient city, a king or a historical event. And that while I had never heard of it before. This might not seem of great interest. Now, add flashes of these ruins from the time of their splendor to the evocation of their name. Simple work of the imagination, you will tell me. It's also what I thought.

Until the day I stumbled on a documentary about Solon's trip to Egypt during which he learned about the existence of Atlantis. From this day, the flashes appeared anytime. A word, a noise, an odor could be at the origin. Dreams about it have also multiplied, my imagination has probably added the rest.

And if you go back in time with me? A leap of almost seventeen thousand years, tiny on the scale of the universe. On the other hand, if we believe our history it was above all an embryo of civilization.

This is about seventeen thousand years ago, on an island the size of a continent, in the heart of the real ocean. Atlantys, or in antediluvian language: the ancient kingdom of the oceans. The Egyptians called our kingdom Amenti, and the Aztecs, Atlanz. All remembered his greatness and his sudden fall. At that time, magic and science did not go one without the other; Gods reigned over Terrae and Space.

I was only a teenager of sixteen when the Council asked all the alert people with magical skills to go to the stadium. I found this request ridiculous, for apart from Hanuman strangers from the continents, we all had powers. So I was invited with many others to join the capital.

I took only a few clothes in a bag, a little money, and my father's sword. The latter would probably not serve me, but his presence reassured me, despite the looks of suspicion and reproach she attracted me. I closed my door and went to the Amethis to find my sister, Mnemésyne. His parents wished us a good stay, then we went to take our rayil.

Although our car was loaded, we were able to find seats in front of a window. The trip would be longer than teleporter but we would enjoy the landscape cradled by the whisper of the magic battery engine.

It was the first time I went to the capital and I was impressed by the size of the city. I will never forget that vision that I had when I came out of the forest on the huge open door in the first wall.

The city was protected by three high concentric walls. The rayil slows down before passing the first, built in silver. This speed allowed us to observe some statues perched at the top of the second enclosure made of gold. I knew that the last one, which housed the first quarters and the palace, was in orichalcum. Between them, canals allowed access to the city for vessels that circulated freely, whether they come from continents or space.

We descended from the rayil to the heart of the middle ring, to reach the stadium on foot. The crowd was crowding the streets, I never thought there could be so many people. So much noise compared to Alcash, our little village. So much to see, odors that came out of the stalls and some stalls. I felt like a stranger, lost in the middle of unknown streets where hundreds of compatriots walked.

Arriving in front of the stadium, we noticed that an endless queue was already crowded in front of the only open access door. The two guards let in a few people before telling the others to come back the next day. Many people seemed very disappointed, but the crowd dispersed quickly. The summons indicated a delay of several weeks during which one could introduce oneself and the term was close.

Mnemésyne and I were tired of the trip and we still did not know what was going on, which was frustrating. We went to see one of the guards to question him. He kindly informed us that as long as we had not entered the stadium at least once, he could not reveal anything to us.

Unhappy and our curiosity increased tenfold, we only had to look for a room available for the night. We had to cross two neighborhoods before finding a very small hostel at reasonable rates. The bosses were charming and smiling, the small room modest, but cozy, enough to rest and wait calmly the next day. We expected to enter the stadium to put an end to all these mysteries.