Atlantean: Atlas of Atlantis, #1

By Jay Bowers and Jess Thornton

Malwi, a young girl of the Sea People tribe of the Totmecs is miserable.  The witch doctor of the tribe is abusive, and she knows not what to do.  Throwing herself in misery down on the sand of the beach, Malwi looks up, and sees a miracle!

A giant of a man, with unheard of reddish gold hair, is propelling himself by magic over the waves of the sea, heading towards that very beach.  He proves to Atlas, from a far away northern land called Atlantis, and he tells her he is there to help her people!

She is confused, by overall overjoyed.  The Totmecs are a small, primitive tribe, not only enduring an evil witch doctor, but also constant prey to neighboring tribes that are more numerous and advanced.  In addition, all tribes are being attacked, enslaved, and sacrificed on the altars of the Aztlans, who are an evil empire; a civilization with metal weapons, and strange powerful gods and wicked sorcery!

How can they hope to survive?

The mighty warrior Atlas is their only hope.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Moos Publishing
• Release date: Jan 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201757021

Jay Bowers

Jay Bowers, aka PaleoJay, is a long time blogger, podcaster, and author about the Paleo diet and lifestyle. He has a real expertise in what he calls Perfectly Paleo Exercise, which is natural, no weight exercise. Also, the Paleo green smoothie is the lynchpin of a good Ancestral diet, and PaleoJay has that one really figured out! Jay also is a fiction author, having just finished a fantasy novel called 'Afterlife.' Available right now on Amazon kindle, and in paperback- everywhere!  Check him out at: https://www.paleojay.com 

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Part One

CHAPTER 1

People of the Sea

Malwi was crying, but then she often did. Her life was hard as a young girl in the land of her people, which of course was the world. This warm land was all she knew, and of course she knew it was all that there was.

There was the Sea, of course: the mother of all fishes! Malwi loved the mother, of course, with all her heart. The mother, blue and shining in the bright sun was all that was good, bringing food for all, and lifting her as she lay within it, weightless, caressing her with liquid arms. When she left her people for the Sea, then she was happy. The sand was warm and nice on the beach before the sea, and the sea vegetables that she gathered were valuable to her people, who praised her when she gathered many.

But Goganza! Malwi frowned as she thought again of him, and twisted her small hands in frustration- why would the priest-man, Goganza, not leave her be? He was the spirit leader of her people, and only beneath Totmec, the chief warrior of them all, who was strong and wise beyond all else! He was their leader, and a mighty warrior. But he did not notice little Malwi, although she was older now, and that would be good, except that Goganza, who had never liked Malwi, now paid too much attention to her, despite her obvious loathing of him. He would grab her, and leer strangely at her, and she did not know what to do.

Malwi looked out upon the great Sea Mother, and felt content again, as she often did. The Sea was her Mother, since her own had died when she was tiny, and the Great Sun was all of their Father, since her own father had also died long ago. Malwi was all alone.

Gazing out upon the Sea Mother, she spied a flash in the distance! It was like the sun, but being repeated again on the surface of the water, a flash almost as bright as the Father Sun itself. She had never seen anything like it before.

Her people were as they had been created; without clothing or tools, save for the wondrous stone spears that the gods of Goganza said had been given to them because of his incantations. At the thought of her hated tormentor, as if in answer there he was- Goganza!

He came swaggering up, looking at her in a horrible leering manner that he had started when she started into her budding womanhood. Only when away from the rest of her tribal people was he so horrid, and she did not understand it, since when she was younger he had had no time for her at all, only cuffing her away when she came too close.

But now- it was awful! No one else was around, and she was still crying about her daily torments; and now he was here and it was even worse. He reached down, his wiry brown arms grabbing her roughly by her wrists, pulling her towards him as his flabby lips leered grotesquely…

As she was pulled unwillingly towards the dark priest, Malwi twisted her head about towards the sea, to face away from Goganza’s detested face. And that is when she saw it- a strange thing, a craft made of wood, was coming towards the beach on which she stood. It skimmed atop the water, and was driven by a man, who pulled with other wooden things he clutched in his hands, that actually propelled him over the very waves!

She gasped, causing Goganza to twist his head away from her towards the sea, to see what had startled her. He started, and then his dark skin became cold with fear, as he released her, and ran away from the sight in terror. The priest was known to be a coward, and this was the final proof. He ran as fast as his flabby body would allow, leaving her alone to face this unknown invader.

Malwi fell to the sand, in a faint, so overwhelmed was she by the sight of a strange man before she lost consciousness; a man who was not only unnaturally large, but a man with white skin, and hair of bright red gold, along with a thick, matching beard! Her people’s men had no facial hair… But most terrible of all was that he somehow was riding on top of the sea; not swimming, but riding! It had to be a god…

She awakened then, sure she had been dreaming. But no- there he was, the white god- pulling his wooden craft up upon the beach. He stood then, tall beyond belief, his long, waving tawny hair shining in the bright sun, looking directly at Malwi. His eyes were a bright blue, which of course was impossible, along with his white skin, and she almost fainted away again- but then, he smiled at her.

‘How very powerful he looks!’ Malwi thought as the man-god strode towards her.

He spoke then, with a deep resonant voice, in a strange tongue. She shook her head, and spoke a few words in her own language, which although she didn’t know it, was a very rudimentary one. After a brief hesitation, the man-god replied, in a tongue that she could comprehend.

What do you call this place? he asked. And what is your name?

Why, we are the People of Totmec, she said. And I am Malwi, she continued in a small, diffident voice.

He held out his hand, a large, reddish bronzed hand she now saw, not really white, and grasped her own, helping her to her feet. She barely came to his chest, looking up at him in awe. He was looking all about him, taking in the forested jungle before them, along with the vast expanse of land that surrounded them.

Looking at her again, smiling broadly, he said You’d best take me to this Totmec. We have things to discuss.

Malwi led the way, the man-god following closely. She was naked, for never had her people discovered the need or want of clothing. Their land was warm always, so they had never developed cloth or clothing of any sort.

She fingered the string of shells that she had draped about her neck self-consciously, as she observed the man-god’s finery, which was a type of cloth, although she would not have had a word for such a thing. Magic Leaves was the closest she could manage to describe the cotton