The troops of the nations of Agartha arrived as the Dragon Mother released her wrath on Atlantis, pronouncing that this was the end of Atlantis and that they most probably mobilized for nothing.
As soon as the bright white light of her breath dissipated, everybody stood in shook.
Atlantis was no more, not even a single brick remained.
They were watched in fascinated horror, missing the frustrated roar of the Dragon Mother and what it might have meant.
The Dragon Mother roared once more in anger then flapped her massive wings and flew away.
The wind from her wings was so powerful that the troops of several armies, were thrown out of order as soldier after solider fell.
When she finally left, the soldiers started to move around the empty piece of land.
“Not a single stone survived.” A soldier from Akakor touched the sand.
“And not a single soul.” A soldier from Zarzura knelt beside him. “But why is the sand wet?”
“I hate to contemplate the answer.” The first soldier stood and gazed at the far tree line. “The Atlanteans were punished, nature claimed back what was hers in the end.”
The other soldier stood and gazed at the same tree line. “But this punishment is unprecedented, and it is the harshest in memory.”
“That it is.” The first soldier nodded slowly.
***
The leaders of each of the six nations gathered in a huge tent in the spot the leader of Zarura lost his life in, dubbed by the people present as Robin’s place.
Outside the tent, a large camp spread over the area, covering most of the vacant land that used to be Atlantis.
“There has to be laws to regulate warfare.” The queen of Akakor said.
“How can we regulate that which is barbaric and destructive by its very existence?” The king of Meg Mel faced the leader of Akakor.
“The events of this day must not happen again.” The queen of Akakor insisted. “The dragon mother must not be woken again.”
“We can build them a grand and impressive temple, where all the dragons can commune with their mother, without letting her back into Agartha.” The representative of the ruling collective of Ahangri La implored the men and women gathered.
“What about the Atlanteans? How can we record such an atrocity in our history books?” The prince regent of Zarzura turned his eyes through the gathered leaders.
“This could push foolish souls to go after the dragons and the dragonkin.” The Queen of Thule shook her head. “This could bring another event like this one on any of us, it would be the end of another nation.”
Everybody was silent for a sometime.
“We have to erase these events from history, from the minds and hearts of all Agarthans.” The head of the council of El Dorado hit the table in front of him hard with his open palm. “We have to do this, or else we could all be the next in line for a visit from the dragon mother.”
“What about the temple?” The representative of Shangri La cried out. “This could appease dragon kind for some time.”
“Our builders, the best in the land.” The prince regent of Zarzura bowed to the representative of Shangri La. “Will help your people to make this a reality. Do you have a place in mind?”
“South of mount Arakon, the spirits had guided us to this place as the best to accommodate the dragons.” she bowed back to the prince.
“Rules of engagement and conduct in war have to be established.” The queen of Akakor walked among the tables. “And we have to do this today, before the wizards of ElDorado wipe out our memories of what happened here today.”
“Agreed.” The head of ElDorado’s council nodded. “We will not leave this spot until everything is settled and recorded in well-formulated accords. we stay here until we reach an end to all those suggestions.”
“Agreed.” The call came from each and every one of the people present.
***
The meeting took more than a month, and as the time passed, a small village grew around the camped soldier gathering.
Peddlers, vendors of every kind of food, metal workers, and even farmers came in hope for a few gold coins dripping down the line to their pockets.
On the thirtieth day, the meeting was adjourned, and the accords were copied six times, each nation got a copy and one was sent to the Chronicler of the land.
As the armies left, some of the people who came to this place in search for a bit of luck, decided to stay.
The massive land lot that was Atlantis made building a village a breath compared to cutting the trees and clearing the way for new buildings, plus the place had a running river, an exit to the sea and was in the middle of nowhere.
The wizards fulfilled their promise and the memories of all Agarthans were wiped to anything that concerned Atlantis, it was as if the magical city never existed in the first place.
In the next ten years, the temple of the dragons was finalized and was gifted to the dragons who lived in Mount Arakon.
And life in Agartha resumed its normal pace.
Only the chronicler knew the truth about the lost city, the one which sank to the bottom of the sea.
Centuries would pass, and a Greek man of science happens upon one of the descendants of the people who escaped Atlantis to the surface.
The descendant told him of grand city that once was the marvel of the world, a city where science and magic interchanged and the life of its residents was one any living human wished to have.
He also told him that it sank to the sea, and that the people of this grand city brought this upon themselves by angering their old gods.
He finally told him that the name of the city was Atlantis, and that it lied to the west of the Mediterranean Sea.
Sadly, the descendant never knew that under the world he lived in, existed another, Agartha, the place where Atlantis used to be and where it met its end.
The Greek scholar wrote it all down, and claimed that the civilization of Egypt came from this magical city, for how else were those magnificent pyramids built if not by magic?
Plato the Greek man would later teach this legend to his students, some of them who had some of the old blood, felt the call, some even to this day search for the sunken city. Some even met their end in their search.
But in the end, that city never sank in any of the seas and oceans of the surface, it sank miles under them, in the single ocean of Agartha.
From Another World.
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