Novel & Cerita The Lost City Of Atlantis

I think that they are cleaning their mess. I felt like I was about to scream my head off. My father has made a mistake, and so have we. How come we have not even thought about the protocols of Atlantis? That the island should always be kept hidden from the surface dwellers. No one should know that Atlantis exists. This means that it would only be natural for them to clean up any pieces of evidence that would prove their existence! ‘Adine, Hilus, it was nice meeting you both, but I have to get back right away.’ I did not wait for their response or reaction and immediately left the two sea turtles behind as I fired up my jets.

A place of myth with a lot of questionable history on its disappearance. The Lost City of Atlantis.

Her heart started beating faster, as she finally began to feel like she was onto something. The mythical city of Atlantis, of course, can be looked at in two ways. One is as a myth, a metaphor for some greater civilization, some place we strive to attain to as humans. The other is a real place, a place swept underwater, perhaps by a flood, or by a volcano or some other catastrophic event. The notion of a lost city, though, is not so far-fetched. Consider the lost libraries. Alexandria burned to the ground, taking with it half of our civilization’s scholarship. And what of the Hall of Records—fact or fiction? Caitlin blinked, processing it all. She’d never heard of the Hall of Records, and wa

And it was all too fast, two mortal months had gone by after the destruction of that weapon in a blink of an eye. In the very depth of the sea, right where no one thought sea folks would ever gather again, in the forgotten city of Atlantis, Cetus and the General of the sea folks’ army were having their morning meeting. But they weren’t discussing state affairs this time around. “It will be the ceremony of the millennium; it has to be after all this time, right? Oh, and do not think for a moment that I will forgive what you did General!” Cetus’s voice was loud, the waves carried it for miles and miles from all around him.

(Shambhala local time) Rowan finishes rolling up the meteorite map, then pauses. Rowan (quiet): “There’s an eighth city. They don’t put it on the official maps anymore. Even Shambhala pretends it sank and stayed sunk.” He taps the empty space in the center of the table. A new sigil ignites—deep indigo, shaped like a trident wrapped in a spiral. Rowan: “Atlantis. Still alive. Still pissed. And the only ones who ever managed to break a crown-bearer in half and live to brag about it.”