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He is alone in the white room The room is totally empty Save for a matte black phone A phone of the old kind With a spinning wheel to dial with The only thing heard is the humming air condition He realize He doesn't remember a thing His memory is as blank As the wall he is staring into That's when the phone starts to ring *** The sun was setting against a backdrop of purple and rich magenta, swirling clouds with burning golden edges, reflecting themselves in the unusually still ocean, where only a soft breeze rippled the endless ballroom floor. The tide was low, displaying a long beach filled with driftwood and sea-shells litteri

We all know the classic wizard clichés. The old man with flowing robes and long, white beard. The Gandalfs, the Dumbledores, and most of all the alchemists in old medieval art. Yet Etienne Vassiliades, the present Supreme of the Adelphoi Magici, was nothing like that, far from it. He looked more like a pudgy Barak Obama with greying corn rows and an odd mix of coldness and compassion in almond-shaped, dark eyes. In his tight leather pants and long, white lace-shirt he appeared like a cross between a biker and a nineteenth century dandy. Imagine a hobo who had suddenly stricken it rich or an aging haute couture designer who desperately tr

At first glance it appeared to be nothing but a poorly written Gandalf-slash-Saruman fanfic, compiled by some pubescent brat with too much time on his hand and not enough language skill. But the bad excuse for a story was really a coded message, and the key was found in the IP address where it was hosted. The man who called himself Iskendur opened the document, cut and pasted the text into a crypto programme and then ran it through the IP address. It was good news. Very good news!! His magicians had almost finished the ultimate weapon. The god-killing bomb. Recently they had field tested it in India, killing off some of all those little anc

The battlefield was a bedlam of blood, death, pain and terror. Screams of men and other beings echoed through the air together with the clash of weapon. As such this battle didn't differ from any other battle during this horrid war among men and gods which had been fought for centuries. This war between Europe and Atlantis, this war to begin all other wars as the saying went, since it had spread like wild fire across the continent, seeped down in the desserts of what was to become Arabia and Persia and even reached as far as the islet which people would one day call India. Now, in northern Etruria, the Europeans were trying to hold this Atlan