atlantis pythagoras fanfic

On a clear morning in the reign of King Viserys I Targaryen, the Kingdom of Atlantis — its cities, fleets, magic, and six thousand years of history — is torn from one world and grafted whole into the seas of Westeros and Essos. King Arthur Curry, nine years into a hard-won reign, has no idea what has happened to his kingdom, only that the currents are wrong, the stars are wrong, and something the size of a warship flies on wings of gold above open water where no sky should be. Above the surface, the lords of Westeros know nothing yet — but that ignorance will not last three days. A Velaryon patrol ship out of Driftmark is the first to sight an impossible vessel cutting through the Gullet, faster and stranger than anything in Corlys Velaryon's considerable experience of the world's oceans. Word reaches King's Landing within the week, and the Small Council of King Viserys I splinters immediately into camps: those who see omen and threat, those who see opportunity, and one Hand of the King, Otto Hightower, who sees a chance to reshape the succession politics of the realm entirely. Atlantis, meanwhile, moves with the discipline of a kingdom that has survived worse surprises than this. Arthur Curry does not send armies. He sends scholars, scouts, and — when the moment demands it — an embassy, testing the temperature of these new waters exactly as Corwin, his loremaster, advises: slowly, and with a blade sheathed but not far from hand. What follows is the uneasy, halting dance of two civilizations that have never needed each other's permission to exist — a Westerosi court built on dragons, blood, and inheritance meeting an Atlantean crown built on trident-law, tide-magic, and a king who has spent his whole life being underestimated. Neither side yet knows if the other is a miracle, a threat, or the beginning of the end of the world they understood.

What if you could write Atlantis into existence — and the world believed you? Armed with a reality-bending notebook and a new identity, Arthur dives headfirst into the MCU to build a myth, rewrite fate, and maybe survive his own lies. Atlantis isn’t lost. It just hasn’t been written yet. (This is not a translation, but my own work.) Obviously I don't own marvel, tomb raider and everything else except my own creativity and my own original character.

The 432nd day begins. Atlantis remembers. In a city built on resonance, time loops and memory fractures reveal echoes of forgotten civilizations. Zairos, trapped in the 433rd crystal cycle, records his days in a world shaped by ritual and sound. A sci-fantasy diary unfolding through ancient systems, myth, and light. Join the journey through forgotten memories, mystical energies, and a world on the brink of transformation. Dive into the secrets of Atlantis — the first chapter is free to read! Enjoy the story? Dive deeper with the Atlantis Echoes soundtrack by Sunağme Harmony on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@SunağmeHarmony

A man from 21st century London had died in his apartment, during a peaceful sleep. He felt unaccomplished with his previous life due to an uncaring government, dead-end job, no common social life or family to directly communicate with. He tried to reach out, he saw so much potential for the world he lived in, yet it was only provided to so few. So when he called to the void (That is Discord), his soul was caught by a being of unknown name. Which randomly selected a world and his 'features' to reincarnate into without listening to his ramblings. Now reborn in 1860 as Lyle Tyberius Rourke with a hyper-adaptive and 'self-acting body', he will learn that: - The greater the influence to the world he is in will lead to an increase of his strength, and the more he learns or already has understood topics. 'His body could do the necessary actions to complete it.' Sounding vague but promising, he is thrust into a world that he will do his best to alter for the better.

The legacy of an insane genius, an AI’s broken heart, and a decade of mistakes, which should have rent more than one galaxy apart, all combine in an attempt to rewrite the future. The result is one impossible variable. John Sheppard. John Sheppard takes one look at a mission held together by duck tape, optimism, assumptions, and enough bureaucratic stupidity to doom an entire galaxy. Armed with little more than common sense, stubborn determination, and a complete inability to ignore obvious problems, Sheppard begins changing everything. But changing the future comes with consequences. Old enemies awaken, new allies emerge, and Ancient secrets long buried beneath Atlantis begin to stir. And somewhere in the darkness, beings that once cowed the Ancients blink awake as time shifts under them. The future has begun to be rewritten, and now they must all try to survive the consequences.

In memory of Jason David Frank. Thank you for being a hero we can look up to. Power Rangers: Atlantis is a story that takes place at the end of the Power Rangers storyline.

Quinto renacido, en Stargate Atlantis.

I DO NOT OWN any of the Stargate franchise. All characters/objects/concepts that appear in this novel are owned by their respected company. I only take ownership of any original characters/objects/concepts. This is the tale of Ila Ultum, a Lantean that got sent 10,000 years into the future, escaping from the Wraith that were at war with the Lanteans. Join him on his journey where he meets the Atlantis Expedition, takes the fight to the Wraith and keeps the legacy of his people alive!

Death wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning. Ethan Hawthorne wakes up in a world that isn’t his own, in a time that shouldn’t exist. A mysterious system activates in his mind, whispering promises of knowledge and power… but also danger. Now, he’s part of an expedition heading toward the impossible: the lost city of Atlantis. Surrounded by allies he can’t trust and secrets that should never be uncovered, Ethan must make a choice—follow the path already written or forge his own destiny in the depths. Because in a place where history was buried, the truth is still waiting to be discovered.

Darkness enveloped the place. Distant screams echoed through the void, dissolving into nothingness as if time itself was devouring them. The small child, Ares, lay on the cold ground, his breaths ragged, his body trembling from pain. He did not know where he was or how he had ended up here, but he knew one thing: he had lost everything. Images overlapped in his mind—his mother, Lily Evans, whispering words he did not fully understand, the glowing magical circles surrounding them, and the look of horror on James Potter’s face as he realized that his plan had failed. Then… emptiness. A heat surged in his eyes, a familiar sensation awakening within him. “The Hundred Eyes.” That ability he did not yet fully comprehend, but it granted him glimpses of truth amidst the chaos. He saw remnants of magic fading into the air and felt the energy of time swirling around him. The ground beneath him was damp, carrying the stench of blood and death. He lifted his head with difficulty, his gaze falling upon the horrific scene before him. Scattered corpses, shattered weapons, tattered banners… It was a battlefield, one that had ended not long ago. But he was not alone. Rough footsteps approached, whispers in a language he had never heard before, eyes examining him with suspicion. He tried to move, but his body refused to obey. Darkness crept into his vision again, and the last thing he saw was the shadow of a massive man drawing closer before he fell unconscious. Thus began his fall into this new time… a time he did not belong to, yet had now become a part of. “This is my first story. Also, English is not my native language, so I hope you can forgive any mistakes". Disclaimer: I own nothing; everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.”