Type the story here..Triton was first discovered by a soldier of fortune. Whether he found a fortune in the Temple of Tides depends greatly on what you think of Triton. After poking and prodding his way through the old ruins, he must have been disappointed at what the secret chamber revealed.
The secret chamber in the Temple had clearly not been opened for a long time. The air that blew out of the chamber was far too cold for this part of the world, and the smell of the salt water in the air was so strong the soldier pinched his nose. It was also very loud. Ancient machinery was grinding.
The soldier edged forward. The most distinctive thing about the chamber was the enormous metal... "cabinet" at its center. Expanding outward were a series of concentric rings and tiny canals made of metal that ended around the sides of the room.
A semi-transparent blue liquid from the odd cabinet continued to pool into the tiny canals, drifting to the surrounding circles until the canals were basically full. This is when the room began to flash in extraordinary yellows, reds, and whites. The air sparkling with color where no such color should be. This is when a man of formidable build half-fell, half-crawled, out of the egg-shaped cabinet.
The strange man couldn't be a day younger than 40 year judging from the strands of white hair still clinging to his scalp. But he was a man! The soldier creeped forward. Only the very faint rising and fall of his chest indicated that he was still alive...

"So you have no way of plowing except by beasts of burden?"
"Why do you construct your dwellings with a ground floor reserved for animals? Is it to keep an eye on them?"
"So you really don't have any way of providing illumination at night, correct? Except for torches?" Triton has found a lot to learn about his new society after waking up after so long. Today he is far better at grasping the nuances of its technology and culture, but that is much less a compliment than it may appear.
Of course, during Triton's age—now called the "Age of Kings"—even the poorest families had access to basic tidestone illumination systems and large vessels with means of artificial propulsion easily traversed major ports. Although there certainly were major issues in the society of Triton's day, providing people with food, clothing and shelter was not one of them.
Triton has found himself at a bit of a loss to explain what went wrong in the centuries. While the society in which he finds himself can be called "peaceful"—at least compared to other societies he has heard of, the loss of progress has been heartbreaking. Wherever Triton has looked for the old ways, he has found nothing but ignorance, superstition, and inaccurate history. Worst of all is the manipulation by its rulers eager to keep things that way.

Triton heard the shrapnel scream past his ear as blood and earth exploded everywhere. "But for a few inches..." Triton thought. But this was no time for reflection—only the Loyalists' last-ditch effort to protect Tide King Atlas mattered! They may be dead men, but they would die with honor. All he had to do was keep the mad rebels away from the Temple of Tides long enough for the Tide King to enter stasis. Then the embers of their eventual return would be kept alight.
The whole temple shuddered and went dark a few moments later. "Oh no..." Triton thought to himself as a tsunami of cheers from the rebels went up. Was there a problem with the energy cores? That was his responsibility! After giving his final orders to his men to stand firm, he headed himself for the inner chamber. He was shocked to find the stasis capsule wide open, empty. He barely had time to look around when a powerful shove from behind pushed him straight into the capsule and the unmovable door slammed shut. He was frightened immediately by the liquid pouring down around him. That meant he would go to sleep soon... that also meant he was about to go into stasis himself instead of the King! Why?!
Loyal to the end, Triton banged uselessly on the capsule door. He couldn't understand why the honor of survival was reserved for him. The Tide King met his gaze with a smile that was at once terribly sad and terribly compassionate. It was one of the last things Triton remembered before being plunged into an abyss of unconsciousness.

Dear Triton
Forgive me for taking the liberty of preserving your life, my loyal servant.
I'm too sentimental not to go down with my empire. Forgive me the indulgence.
If someone is to tell later generations what happened to us, I'd rather it were you. Our glorious civilization may end with me, but then it may also begin again with you!
I always counted you as a brother and my greatest minister. For you, I can do nothing less.
I know you'll find it hard to understand why the Tides' strength should go to preserving you here instead of crushing heresy. It is because under my rule I allowed dishonesty to reign. Now the seed I planted when I broke faith with my allies has been reaped.
The Tides never betrayed me. If I can blame anyone, it must be our nobles. By betraying me, they also betrayed our people.
Don't forget how good and kind all of us once were, Triton. This war is simply the price of all the innocent blood at our hands.
I will summon the power of the great Tide myself to put an end to all this and preserve you...
When you wake, you will wake into a strange world. I do not know whether it will be a world of ignorance or knowledge. I do know that only by keeping faith with your promises and oaths will you ever be able to make the world remember us and the Tides.
—Tide King Atlas

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