ATLANTIS THE LOST CITY

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Story

They used to shout my name, now they whisper it. A disgraced god, I used to own them. They were my things. ‘Poseidon, god of the sea!’ they used to chant. I was a feared, respected divinity. Worshipped. Now, I am but a hushed murmur. A punished inferior. An exiled mongrel. He will pay for what he has done…

Almost ten thousand years since the mysterious city suddenly sank into the emerald depths of the ocean. The stunning citadels and majestic statues now lay sunken and forgotten on the sea bed. Dancing corals creep up through the cracks in the architecture, lush thick moss covers the once pristine white, sandy temples and the brightly coloured fish dart playfully in and out of the windows. Silence deafens the atmosphere surrounding the excluded fortress. Occasionally, a hammerhead will sweep through, disrupting the peaceful solitude, but for the most part, this is the city that time forgot.

Today, you are on the verge of a break through, you can feel it in your very core. But then again, you’ve been wrong before. The last twenty-three years of research has been filled with false hope and dead ends, excitement and disappointment, trying to be the first to discover exactly why the curious city abruptly sank into the dark azure depths of the ocean. There is a whole new batch of old scrolls to sift through, extracted from a flooded parlour in the large sanctuary you and your team have recently started exploring. This was previously an inaccessible part of the citadel, you had to really push for the permission to bring this type of machinery down to the ocean floor. Hunched over your desk, magnifying glass in hand, you squint intently at the magical symbols and cyphers on the browned parchment. From what you’ve gathered over the years, you can decipher most of it. Shuffling through a few of the vellums, you can tell at a glance that this information is nothing extraordinary to the others that you have collected. It’s discouraging to say the least, but you persevere.

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