ATLANTIS and CATACLYSM...

Let us turn our attention yet again to the elder Terran age of
civilization, the Antediluvian Age. The date is April 26th, 4798 BC,
the time is just past local dawn. The place is the mountains of
Atlantis' central spine, to the southern end of the Island. As
mountain spine nears the southern end of the serpentine island, the
heights decrease somewhat, and the last of the great mountains falls
off in steep cliffs that drop into the southern foothills. Atop one
of these secondary peaks is a fortified, heavily constructed private
estate, the skill of the artisans making the estate appear to grow out
of the volcanic rock of the mountain.

Only a single road approaches it, along a narrow ridge rising from the
northeast, wide enough to pass only a single vehicle at a time. The
fortress overlooks the road, which is open and unprotected from above,
anyone approaching the fortress is visible at all times to watchers in
the mountaintop fortress. In places, the road crosses crevices and
gaps that are bridged by not by strong spans of metal and stone, but
relatively fragile masses of wood and rope, easily destroyed at a
word.

From above, one could look down at a wall courtyard over two hundred
meters wide atop the flattened peak, the walls rising fifteen meters
above the floor of the court and separating the interior from the
outside with a thick barrier of basalt blocks three meters thick.
Only one large gate penetrates the wall, an arched opening through
which the single road enters the interior court. This gate is blocked
by double gates of high-quality steel.

At the northern side of the courtyard, where the mountains rise higher
behind the fortress, are heavily constructed buildings, made of the
same local basalt, in the midst of the courtyard is an artificial pool
that doubles as a rain-fed cistern, filled ever by hidden channels all
over the walls and buildings that funnel rain water to the central
pool. Fountains rise from the pool, in graceful arcs as the rising
morning light sparkles off the mist around them, casting rainbow light
about the pool.

Above the gate, which faces due south, is an observation tower built
of reinforced stone rising forty meters above the leveled peak, from
which a man or woman could look about, seeing the great mountains to
the north, the hills descending the coastal lowlands to the north and
south, and all the way to the Atlantic Ocean and the Hidden Bay in the
southernmost part of the Island. [1]

Along the top of the walls are battlements dating to an earlier age,
when the weapons of Man were more limited, when mere walls of stone
were sufficient defense against most foes. Spaced among the
battlements were statues of gold and marble, statues representing
legendary warriors, sages, and rulers of Atlantis dating back to the
great age of the Eldest.

Surrounding the central pool at also statues, not of marble and gold
but of pure clear glass, displaying a level of artistry that only the
wealthiest can command. The floor of the courtyard is marble, with
sections of garden interspersed among the stone. Amid the marble
stones that pave the solid areas are veins of quartz that sparkle in
the increasing light of the morning.

Yet our business here is not the artistic beauty revealed by the
morning light, nor is it the implied wealth and power on so elegantly
on display. Our interests must take us within one of the buildings to
the northern side of the courtyard. We pass inside, to find two
Homosentients sitting at a wooden table in a plain stone chamber,
dimly lit by a fire in a central fire pit, and by the soft glow of
living lamps in niches in the walls. [2]

The room is rather austere, indeed the only items within it are the
wooden table, two wooden chairs, both of plain oak, and the two people
who sat in the locked, windowless room seemed uninterested in their
surroundings. Neither spoke, both merely gazed at each other with
deep concentration, yet their eyes were open and moved, and
occasionally one of the two would show some sign of interest as if
something of import was occurring. The other was as motionless and
quiet as any Homosentient being might be capable of being. Both were
richly but conservatively dressed in the blue and brown robes of the
Atlantean high aristocracy.

One of the figures, the motionless, too-still one, was a man. His
long black hair flowed down his shoulders in a thick mass, across his
fine woven garments. He looked very young.

The other, the one who showed signs of being more normally aware, was
a woman who looked somehow both mature and young, with long brown hair
bound up atop her head in an elaborately shaped mass, bound with a
fine gold mesh. Her name, for what interest that may have, is
Sharondra.

The man has no name, because he is a Human only in body. Though there
is a sound that is assigned to his body, by which those who do not
know his true nature think of him and address him, it is no more than
a pretense, since this male figure has no separate personality of his
own, he is merely one element, one component, of a psionic collective
which we have identified for our convenience as the Unity.

The woman does know the nature of the Unity, and she knows that she
could be sitting there with any of hundreds of such 'components', male
or female in body, young or old in body, and it would make no
difference, because the same intellect is present no matter which
specific component was there. She is a servant, or slave, of this
collective entity, it is one and the same as far as the Unity is
concerned, and she is prepared to pay the price to gain the power and
wealth and knowledge she has been promised. By far the most capable
and trusted of the Unity's individual Human servants, she is
conferring with her invisible, secret patron concerning a new project.

Though the conversation is held entirely by means of Telepathy, for
our convenience we shall pretend otherwise, and present the discussion
as if it were held in words, and indeed as if the words were of the
English language.

Let us listen in on this silent discussion.

MORE LATER.


[1] We shall learn more about the Hidden Bay in due time.

[2] A common source of interior light in the Antediluvian Age was a
bioluminescent moss. Where it came from we shall see later.


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