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was only a legend…but I guess that’s debatable now.” 
    She clears her throat to hide her embarrassment and then continues with the reading.  The record tells how Poseidon uses his power to carve five concentric rings of water and land on the island and how he gives the lands to his ten sons.   “Atlas, the first son, was made king over the vast territory by his father.”
    They walk into the temple and see a set of royal family paintings.   Zaak stops at a portrait and looks carefully.  “A warrior.”  He murmurs.
    “That must be a great warrior for the royal family.”
    “It must be.”  He looks at the portrait for a while and then turns to Bonita, “Guess what?”
    “What?”
    “I could be him.”
    “WHAT?” Bonita’s eyes round and widen.  “Are you crazy, Zaak?”

Chapter Two
    “No, I’m not crazy, Bonita.”  Zaak grins happily.  “Don’t forget that I’m a Caludirian and every Caludirian can morph to any shape they want.”
    “You want to morph into… that guy?”  Bonita looks at her husband and then stares at the warrior painting.
    “Why not?”    
    “Um… no.  I don’t like the idea.  No.” Bonita thinks for a while and then shakes her head.   She doesn’t want her husband to look like someone else.   “Zaak?  ZAAK!” She steps back.   God, her husband Zaak has turned into that warrior.
    “Do I look good, Bonita?”  Zaak grins, closing in on her with his arms raised. 
    “God no, this is too weird.”  Bonita steps back.  “Go back to you, please.”
    “I want to marry you, my servant.”  The warrior lowers his voice and looks right into her eyes with a huge grin.
    “Zaak… Ew! C’mon…stop it!” Bonita backs out the large temple doors, both arms raised.
    The bright light of Atlantis glints off a thousand silver and gold shields, blinding Bonita momentarily. It takes her only a second to realize what’s happening.
    “Zaak, quick, there’s something weird going on outside,” she gasps, stepping quickly and quietly back into the main chamber of the temple.
    “What the heck is going on?”   Zaak’s eyes round.
    “There’s an army.  They’re coming.”
    Zaak rushes out and hoists himself onto the overhang of the temple roof. What he sees from this vantage point gives him chills. A huge army surrounds the hill.   Weapons glint with the subtle movements of the soldiers, their large shields and heavy maces strapped to their backs as they creep up the hill silently.  Behind them, are soldiers with bows and arrows, ready to shoot.
    Zaak rushes to the top of a big rock at the edge of the hill and his arms raises in surrender.   “Hey, friends, we’re only visitors, okay?  Please, take it easy, we can talk.”
    A tall, broad officer, his uniform almost invisible under myriad badges and medals, step out from the crowd.  “You fly evil.  Stay away from our Royal Temple.  Surrender or die.” 
    “Zaak, let’s leave.  This is their holy place. Let’s just get out of here,” Bonita tugs at her husband’s arm, its girth and strange Atlantian texture unfamiliar beneath her hands.
    “Don’t worry, Bonita, we can talk with them.”  Zaak grins, confident. He gives his wife a reassuring pat, before turning back to the advancing lines. “Look, we’re friendly people from… Ouch!”
    A shower of stones from numerous slings send Zaak to the ground.   “Holy fuck!  You asshole!” He holds his leg with both hands and howls.  “You mother fucker, wait ‘til I stand up.”  He struggles to sit up.  “Fuck!  That hurt…” He drops flat with a bleeding forehead.
    “Zaak, oh, God, Zaak, you okay?  ZAAK!”  Zaak’s eyes are tightly closed. Gosh, he passed out.  Is he going to die?
    “Zaak, oh, please, wake up…” Bonita holds his body.   “Zaak, please, don’t die.  Wake up.  Let’s go home.”
    Zaak opens his eyes.  He looks at Bonita and smiles weakly.  His mouth moves a few times but no sound comes