And Atlantis had existed tomorrow by Justin Mader (electronic reader txt) 📕

According to our general scientific knowledge, our history continues from the Egyptians up to us into the 21st Century recorded clearly and defined. Also, all scientific theories such as Einstein's theory of relativity enshrined and anchored fixed in the thoughts of our present world.

But what happens, if all that would not accords to the official doctrines?

What happened, if the beginnings of our history would have proceeded differently in reality? If Atlantis, UFO's and the Greys would exist realy, if behind our backs a monstrous power struggle was going on throughout the season, if the "Greats" of our governments have not always told us the truth, despite knowing better, if, for example, the Apollo Program had been carried on in secret, or the MiB's still exist there? Or if the laws of nature are shaped differently and yet Einstein had not been always quite right?

All these questions and possibilities, the author of this book like to try and clarify this with an imagination and a wealth of detail, over scars damn close to reality!

All in all, a mix of Indiana Jones, SiFi, science fantasy and conspiracy theories of our modern time.

Get involved in an uncanny trip into time... 

Something wasn´t quite right and it bothered him.

First of all, there was this buzzing and whispering sound, soon changing into an oozing, fizzling tune. Of course, he remembered – but these sounds of the night. They were something he wasn´t accustomed to. At home, the birds of paradise would chatter in their sleep and the hippo´s soothing grunt would lull him to sleep, just like the hunter´s snarling and growling sounds he would hear every night.

Yet, this sound – it was somthing he simply couldn´t get used to 

Of course, and he knew the sound meant, that he was traveling, that he had to cope with the huge task of ... The hum and murmur, that was of course nothing but the sounds of the sand, that moves there the huge sand dunes in the east and the noise and hiss, was nothing other than the seawaves that crawled from the west to the shore.

He opened his eyes and looked into the endless starry sky that opened before his very eyes. Up there was Isis, the protectress of the worlds, the queen of the western sky, the wife of Osiris, the supreme of all gods, who would begin to ride the next morning with the bark over the big sky ...

But somehow he knew all that this was wrong, so wrong that it could not be more wrong .. but the stars glittered, and called him back to romantic memories.

And reminded him of his partner, who slept beside him.

With a nudge, he woked her, and her usually soft voice sounded extremely irritated when she, still half asleep, muttered: "What's going on, Khalid El Tamer, I'm tired and want to sleep, tomorrow we have a busy day!"

"Look beautiful Tama el Svetla, the night sky spreads out before you."

"So what, if it should spreads, then it should be so, but leave me alone with that stuff!" she hissed angrily.

"Yes, but what do you conclude on it?"

"Well, that tomorrow there will be just a wonderful day!"

"What's next?"

"The fact that the universe is infinite and Osiris has still many people there outdoors under his reign! And what do you conclude?"

"Damn, that someone has stolen our tent!"

He jumped up quickly and could see that all around them there was nothing more, no camels, no horses and no caravaneer, no gifts, no tribute, everything has gone. The whole caravan was gone.
This immediately made him think that he and Tama still had a big task ahead.

Over three weeks, they were broken up with a large caravan from Egypt. They had not done so voluntarily, but it was his task all the gifts and paying tribute to the rulers of Atlantis to deliver. They had to apply what it was all upset and combined into one huge caravan. All of this swampy in the Nile Delta to winning gold, expensive and valuable materials from the best weavers of Egypt, valuable and wonderfully colorful exotic woods, which occurred only in the jungles of the Nile Delta, valuable skins of lions, cheetahs and the skin of crocodiles, as well as valuable herbs which were only found in the jungles, but the effects were amazing on people. From ointments to excellent tonics could provide these herbs. And now everything was gone.

How they should be able to deliver this high tribute to the ruler. Khalid knew, if they would not provide these services within one year, there was again a punitive expedition of the great lords, and he knew that the Osiris and 'Per-aa' of Egypt had not the slightest chance against the armies of the Atlanteans.

He had believed it once and had been taught bloody of a better. Particularly he, as a former military leader of the Egyptian army would have had to know it better, but at that time they had had, now five years ago, no possibilities of comparison. They saw their empire, the big empire of Egypt, with her God's kings, the 'Per-aas', as a navel of the world, largely, incredibly and invincibly. All strains that were penetrated from the west to them, because of the spread of the desert, they had to subjugate in a matter of course, but then at once a messenger went down from the north and demanded that they are subjects of the ten kings of Atlantis from now on and have to make annual tribute to the king.

What joke what this stranger pretended then. Which power should be able to oppose the Egyptians? The messenger was threatening, and gave them one months for consideration. Time passed and nothing happened. However Khalid had convince the Per-aa, for safety reasons, to mobilize the majority of the army, so he could deploy 7,000 men in a short time to spear carriers with its typical rounded up wooden shields, and 3,000 men on archers.

But what came on next was scary, frightening and deadly to most of the Egyptian warrior. What came up there after only one month to the Egyptians, nobody could count on that. An armyworm of more than 20,000 fully armoured warriors wound on their capital to. Everybody was wrapped in fluorescent armaments that allowed bouncing off the arrows of the archers simply in their armour plantings and they were equipped with swords from an unknown metal that the swords and spears of the Egyptian infantry allowed to break with every blow. How had such a gigantic army been able to occur so fast in the Egyptian empire? 

However, but that was not all! The Atlantic army owned peculiar tools that could bring fire, thunder and death, still long, long before it came generally to the meeting of the phalanxes. Briefly, after the Egyptians had lined up in formation, it started to bubble and to be thundering, as if Osiris personally comes down in his solar chariot and these "chariots of the fire" fell down onto the Egyptian troops. Moreover, long, before the Atlantic chariots even approaching (peculiar things without horses, however, with much evil hiss and a lot of smoke), not a lot of the Egyptian lines did exist any more.

"It was a disaster without parallel. The Atlantic heavily armored infantry had only to march in our capital city Sais without a fight", Khalid thought, "resistance, we could not afford them."

Well, and now they were just traveling to the north, to the Pillars of Hercules, to the wonders of the Atlantic scope of power, to the city that was located on an island larger than Libya and Asia Minor together, it was said at least. Because they just wore the tribute of four years with them, the 'Per-aa' had commissioned him and one of his daughters to deliver this tribute. To not constantly draw the envious glances of the encountered peoples, they had decided not to attract these neighboring states, that knowing now they were the vassal states of the Atlanteans, but they prefer to went through the narrow strip along the coast of the Mediterranean and the desert-like mountains, thus deliver the goods to be undisturbed.

Mediterranean? How did he know that term? The sea was not a 'mediterranean sea', but the great sea, in which the venerable Nile flowed from time immemorial. Strange, what was going on in his mind. He could not control completely. He cursed loudly. Something, he knew it was somehow wrong, so wrong that it could not be wrong. Yes, and now this experience, they had been robbed, as they could now get out of this mess?

Then he cursed again, how could it be, he thought that they had been robbed and still alive, were normally made short work of predators in these times.

Timeflash!

On a cold winter's day, I looked out from the small, wooden, doubly bared window. The wind blew away the whole snow so strongly that I could see almost nothing, except the white wall whipping past the window and many small crystals of every single snowflake. I could imagine hard that beyond the blizzard in the sky the full golden moon still shines. I saw in the window the wonderfully filigree snowy flowers which had illustrated strange, weird drawings on the disc. Nevertheless, they looked not simple, but in such a way, as if they had drawn by 100 brilliant artists during her best hours. In my imagination, I believed pattern of trees to see to mountains, fantastic buildings and a lot more on the window. 

 
 And here on my favorite place I imagined that the future probably brought some changes for me, with grandfather, he was, at least, my only even more living relative, or also without him...
 ... and I was tensely on it,

 ... on this my future.

 
 The small house of my grandfather stood on top in the mountains, freely in the winter scenery. Grandfather had already chopped a lot of wood in summer and now we sat by the open fire before the chimney. There where the frost flowers were reflected in the window, I was in habit to dream always when I sat already alone by the chimney. If the storm decreased a little, I could see how me the golden full moon smiled, thus as he wants to say nevertheless, ‘tell me your small story’.
 
 Having sunk deeply in my thoughts, I tried to manage from the outset an assortment of my thoughts. This loudly, well audible