The 9th Continent: Eyes of Horus

t far from some bedtime Atlantis piece this was. The Ninth, definitely wasn't a fallen city, maybe just a forgotten one. And for centuries on end, it se

st like the Atlantis, more or less, when it came time to disa

ip laid the foundation for the success of The Ninth. Watching from their lighthouses, the world develop in matters of law, civilization, and modernization in general, they lapped up as much knowledge

ll follow the same treacherous spiral. A valaint warrior, a successful trader or a booming industry standing up to the elders, sending representatives here and there and in unthinkable fashion, fizzle off, or just have a sudden change of heart. This was the fate of every and anyone who thought themselves powerfu

ring 6'5 stature I saw back in a few rotting portraits back at my hometown. He virtually held the entire economy of the Ninth in the palm of his hands. If he said dance, you become

people? People that are subject to caprices and whims? People that could turn against themselves so quickly, you'd wonder if animals were more civ

d of Nekriyon. Legend says that if these three were to ever join forces, they'd make Napoleon Bonaparte, in terms of world domination, look like an egocentric child, and that was exactly what the council took advantage of. To ensure there was balance and stability in the Ninth (in the North to be more straightfor

t gods interfering in the affaris of man to create stability. I found out a couple years ago through research that not only were they mere men, they were the most uninteresting simpletons the elders could find, handpicked from the council of elders themselves. Their garments

od, this nigga was the thorn in the elders' flesh. Like I said before, he almost single handedly controlled the economy of the Ninth. Everything was impossible withou

es he ventured on. Women? He was happily married with 4 children, loved his wife to the moon and back, but even she could barely ever get his attent

inth till today. Approximately worth 2/3rds of El Dorado. But that wasn't barely even the turning point. Half a week in Washington DC exposed him to the one thing the council dreaded the most, government, and this time, a democra one. He sailed back to the Ninth with fury wittled in his eyes, confronted the elders and unfortunately for him,

r, appeared more and more like a mere man with every statement that left his mouth. And in minutes the tide changed. Pe

ds of Nekriyon where he was said to have spent

had all passed away, leaving the work to their children, who spared no time electing 3 commoners as leaders of each individual "province". Generation after generation passed, the legend of Myers' and The Ninth almost flushed into oblvion, until so happened the eve