I have to sit here and look around in amazement at all the wonderful things we posses. My husband, being a master craftsman of mosaics, is handsomely paid for his perfection. As I sit on our verandah, I admire all the beauty here, my home, Atlantis.
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We are superior to other races and we know this. The Gods have blessed us with the wonderful gift of being able to obtain knowledge. I have several servants that call me mistress. So my life in this beautiful mystic place is good.
My husband has even started a portrait of me with mosaics, this way my husband says, my image will live forever. We have three children, and my husband says when he is finished with my portrait, he would do a portrait of our offspring.
With the bakery just being down the street, I can smell the daily baking of fresh bread. I love this smell as it mixes with the smell of a warm ocean breeze. I can see the harbor from here, as I watch the ships going about their business. I always wonder to myself, what foreign harbors they are going to visit. I watch my three children as they gleefully play, as though they haven't a care.
Two boys, as it was very important to my husband to have a son, to carry on his name, and one girl that I can spoil and teach her the ways of womanhood. So life is very good here in Atlantis.
We never fear anything, as we all know the Gods look over us and protect us. So the thought of death and devastation never enter our minds. But shortly, we would all be introduced to feelings of fear, death, and helplessness. Soon we would al be in store for a rude awakening.
It all starts with a terrible shaking of the earth. We are used to the earth shaking, but earth shaking this magnitude, this is a new thing for us. We are now introduced to chaos and mass hysteria. People look as if they are running around in circles for their very lives. But as certain parts of the earth open up and buildings start to fall all around, there is no safe place to run and hide. My children and I are among those searching for a safe place, but there is no where to go.
I hate the fact that my young children are actually seeing people die. So many are crushed by the buildings that are falling. The sights from this devastation we all see, but I think no one would wish to see these things.
I think to myself, to go to the shoreline and maybe on a ship we could escape. We run to the beach, along with so many others, I would guess that had the same idea. I never see my husband, but thanks be to the Gods, I have my children. I don't think any of us has faced such devastation and fear. It's like, all right we are on the beach, now what?
We watch as ships try and get away. But now the ocean is receding. When the ocean hits the shoreline again, a mass wave, bigger than anything I have ever seen. This hits the beach totally engulfing everything and everyone in it's path.
We the people, the city itself thrown into oblivion. So, Atlantis itself is now lost maybe forever. A whole race here was totally devastated and destroyed. The souls of our people, lost, wondering forever, as we try and find our Gods.