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# You, child of the earth, listen to me.

# You, the one that knows the secret of the Shagma.

# Travel across the strata and the sunkend worlds...

# And follow Spartakus, Bob, and Rebecca.

# Until the end, follow me, children of the light...

# You, the ones who know the secrets of our past.

# Come to Arkadia, to the sunken worlds.

# And save our existence.

# Travel to the sunken worlds,

# To the centre of the Earth.

# Child, come to this journey with us

# To the deep end of the universe

# Journey to the sunken worlds

# To the centre of the Earth.

Chapter 1: The city of Arkadia

Bob, wait for me!

Bob, please, take me with you!

Bob, wait for me!

I told you already Rebecca, no means no!

Come on, Bob...

This is not fair.

Destination: The lake of the ancestors. While descending, avoid the waterfalls.

Dark rivers without stars...

I may be too young for speleology, but not to young to read a map.

The little brat! How did she manage to come here? Don't move, I'll pick you up!

This is serious! - I'm not afraid to come here!

I want to see the lake and the people that live underground!

Nobody lives here, you will only find plenty of moles and bats.

- And the carrots! - Go back, the underground people are a myth.

- And I believe in legends... - If you're so smart, then go ahead!

Little brat...

Fireflies!

Hey, who woke you up?

Rebecca?

I should never have let her go alone.

A child!

Help!

- Bob, come quickly! - I knew it, I shouldn't have left her!

Rebecca! Rebecca!

- Do you see what I see? - What I see, do you see?

Oh, she's lovely. Let's see if she's breathing...

I listen that she's breathing... I'm touching and she's breathing.

She's breathing.

I feel so much better.

Shag-Shag! Arcana, come and see!

She's great, she's so great!

Do you think she belongs to the civilization of Above?

No doubt about it!

But I have never seen a sun, or a moon, or stars around here.

Maybe, they dissolved with the sky a long time ago.

Of course...

I knew that the underground people really existed!

- Rebecca? - Bob!

Rebecca?

Look at the big one, look at her physique!

- And the small one too... - Shut up!

Who are you? Where do you come from?

I am Arcana, the messenger from the city of Arkadia.

The city of Arkadia? You mean you are an alien?

No, I come from the centre of the Earth, I'm looking for help.

- From the centre of the Earth? - Let me tell you...

Everything started with the great cataclysm.

The great cataclysm sank all the continents one by one.

And the city of Arkadia fell from the surface and disappeared in the chasm.

They took refuge in the center of the Earth.

Only a few Arkadians survived.

Today, Arkadia is exemplary, embraced by a strange sun, the Shagma.

The Arkadians have forgotten their past, because their ancestors wanted it that way.

And the civilization of Above is only a legend.

Neither Shangor nor Shangora...

not even Bic or Bac,

the most ancient creatures of Arkadia know where the Shagma comes from.

What is the Shagma? An artificial sun or magma in fusion?

Nobody really knows.

The first Arkadians didn't leave anything,

only a strange metal called the orichalk.

Today the children are preparing a traditional party.

They give the ancient ones a special gift they created.

Their first creation, their masterpiece.

Come on Shagshag!

The Shagies! The Shagies! The Shagies!

- Have you seen my Shagi? - He can do everything.

You should repair the Shagshag, he's very old.

- Like the museum where he sleeps? - Or maybe even older, Shangora.

- But who built him? - Who knows...

- Shagshag has always been around here. - Just like our Shagma.

Just like us.

- And before always? - Before always? Still always.

But that Shagma is sick.

Even the ancient ones, who honour him every day, don't know how to heal him.

And what if one day the Shagma stops?

Who in Arkadia dares to think about it?

In the great greenhouse, each child shall grow plants with minerals...

under the power of the seven colours, like their parents learned before them.

- Shangor, are you ready? - What will be our first masterpiece?

- A being from civilization of Above. - We are alone in the Earth's centre.

You know well that the civilization of Above never existed.

- It's only a legend. - I believe in legends.

- The Shagma is getting worse, Shangora. - Oh no, not now!

Our Shagma is getting worse, it's ready to explode!

What should we do to repair it, or cure it?

Where can we find a schematic, a manual, anything?

Bic and Bac, search your memories!

Flashbic! The archives...

To enter the archives? But it's impossible, it's taboo, forbidden!

The Diogenes guard the chambers day and night, nobody can enter.

Except Shagshag!

I don't understand why we can't go here while the Shagshag comes and goes.

I'm sure the Shagies don't clean here very often.

- Can you handle this? - Of course.

- The Diogenes will find us. - Archives are open.

These archives must not be revealed to our descendants.

They shall never know that their ancestors once live on the surface of the Earth.

On the surface of the Earth?

They must forget that the great cataclysm

made life on the surface impossible.

For us the survivors, let the civilization of Above be only a legend to our children.

Only ignorance of our past will bring them happiness.

From now on, they shall only know on world.

That of the new Arkadia, around the sun that we created for them, the Shagma.

And now, the scrolls of the new Arkadia should guide them.

Come quickly! They are all creating a being from the civilization of Above.

They found the model in the archives.

The people of Above had feet too? Like Bic and Bac?

- They will never believe it. - But they should.

Let's all go together to show our creation to the ancients.

Why did all of you come together? Where are the other masterpieces?

Wise of Arkadia, Shagmir, Loria!

Here is Arcana, the single masterpiece of us all.

She is strange, she is different from us!

She has feet like Bic and Bac!

Arkadians, listen to me. I am different from you, but not from your ancestors.

We have no ancestors, the civilization of Above is only a legend.

No, it has really existed!

We are alone in the centre of the Earth, until the end of the Shagma.

No. Wise of Arkadia, listen to us. Come to the archives, read the scrolls of Arkadia.

- The archives? - We wanted to heal the Shagma.

Arkadians, do not forsake your past.

- We will enter the archives. - What for? If they exist, who to send to meet them?

None of us will survive the conditions of the journey.

But I will.

Accept me as your messenger.

Arcana is our only hope. Let us read the scrolls of Arkadia.

The children are right, Shagshag. How did you come to be here?

It doesn't matter.

Let's review all of it.

Sea. Desert.

Stars. Moon.

Cow. Cat. Mammoth. Shagshag.

Shagshag, look! You knew how to fly!

Learn all words, Arcana, train to recognize the things from the civilization of Above.

Desert. Sea.

Moon, no, stars. Sun.

Mammoth. Cow.

Cat. No, Shag... Shagshag.

- Shagshag indeed! - This is great!

Be quiet, this is difficult.

- Try again, Arcana. - Sun, sea.

Sun, desert. Sun, Shagma.

I hope our rainbow has enough energy to launch Arcana.

And for her return?

Your ancestors exist! I will return with them!

Goodbye, Arcana! Come back soon!

What shall we do without them?

And what shall we do without Shagma, our sun?

So before Shagma dies...

So where does Shagma come from, who created it?

It has always been there.

- And before always? - If only we knew, people from Above.

Shagma will explode, and the Earth, our Earth, is in danger.

- We need your help. - Come, Bob! Let's go with Arcana.

- We must go back, and get help. - They will hold Arcana captive.

While they are checking her story, the Shagma will already explode.

Let me think. In the centre of the Earth, geological time is not the same as ours...

Come on, nobody will notice that we are gone for so long.

All the pirates of the sea! This is amazing!

- If all goes well, we're back for dinner. - I want them! All of them!

Start the video transmission to all the pirates of the strata.

Massmedia! I tell you, start the transmission!

Oh, alright.

Fipirates here. Are you receiving me?

Transmitting from the starless rivers, this vessel needs to be captured.

Massmedia here, communicating to all the pirates of the strata.

And now, we return to Arkadia.

- The Shagmic rays! - We will swallow them whole!

Arcana, I'll help you save your Shagma. Have no fear.

Grab the rope quickly! Or they will capture you!

I'll go now.

Don't look down, Rebecca!

- Help! - I am too old for this!

- Your turn, Arcana. - Don't worry about me!

Heal the Shagma!

Are you hurt?

- What is your name? - Spartakus.

- Who attacked us? - The pirates of the lake.

They capture all who leave their strata, and sell them as slaves.

- How do you know all that? - I grew up here and learned everything.

Let's go, Arcana can't become the slave of the pirates.

The brigands of the fjords. They've joined the lake pirates.

- Where did they go? - To their base.

- Let's go, what are we waiting for? - For the rascals of the lake.

It's the only way to catch that pirate ship.

- But how? - Follow me.

- Why are we here? - They are going to sell us.

- To sell us? - Yes, traded like cattle. Listen...

For your pleasant doom, inhabitants of the strata,

For your punishment, I am Mattymatte.

I am Maxagaze, your jack of all trades.

I absorb everything I meet.

For your fright, I am Seskapil.

For your luck, I am always on time.

I have an obsession called domination, I have a single passion, the possession.

Yes, we are the sacred pirates. Not the ones who waste it all.

We get all the junk, the coins and the coils.

Yes, we are the sacred pirates. Your skulls we give a crack.

That is part of our beautiful life.

I'm Mattymatte from the magical lake.

I'm always searching for the geophysique.

I'm Seskapil, a high class pirate.

I'm always ready to pull a fast one on you.

Hello my babies, I am Massmedia, fipirate radio host, and beauty.

I go to bed with my microphone on.

Even on a raft, I would make radio.

Yes, we are the sacred pirates. Not the ones who waste it all.

One good whack on the skull...

A good whack on a fellow pirate, To steal all his belongings,

To live the good life without law or faith.

A good whack on a fellow pirate, To steal all his belongings,

We love this kind of life.

- Come with me. - Why?

- The slaves are escaping! - Alarm!

The slaves are escaping!

The slaves are escaping! Alarm!

Poor Shagshag...

Watch out!

Don't move, no matter what!

Arcana, come!

That way, Shagshag!

You can cross the crystal. Go on, try!

Help! I'll get them!

Children, you that are living on the surface of the earth, believe in legends.

Travel across the unknown strata, discover forgotten civilizations, cosmic worlds,

search the way to Arkadia.

# You, child of the earth, listen to me.

# You, the one that knows the secret of the Shagma.

# Travel across the strata and the sunkend worlds...

# And follow Spartakus, Bob, and Rebecca.

# Until the end, follow me, children of the light...

# You, the ones who know the secrets of our past.

# Come to Arkadia, to the sunken worlds.

# And save our existence.

# Travel to the sunken worlds,

# To the centre of the Earth.

# Child, come to this journey with us

# To the deep end of the universe

# Journey to the sunken worlds

# To the centre of the Earth.

# You, child of the earth, listen to me.

# You, the one that knows the secret of the Shagma.

# Travel across the strata and the sunkend worlds...

# And follow Spartakus, Bob, and Rebecca.

# Until the end, follow me, children of the light...

# You, the ones who know the secrets of our past.

# Come to Arkadia, to the sunken worlds.

# And save our existence.

# Travel to the sunken worlds,

# To the centre of the Earth.

# Child, come to this journey with us

# To the deep end of the universe

# Journey to the sunken worlds

# To the centre of the Earth.