i thought i'd share this with y'all
it's an essay i had to do this weekend in preparation for my junior cert. let me know what you think
The Fall of Atlantis: The New Genesis “Hah!” Steel flashed. Erikk’s eyes shone fiercely with malicious delight. “An ear for an ear - how you torment mine with your insults!” He raised the sword menacingly. “Now, an eye for an eye - how the sight of you wounds me!” The sword plunged into the wide open eye. In a swift movement he pulled it out, and dislodged the impaled eye onto the table with the charred ear.
“Do you mind?” came Matthew’s weary sigh. “No-one will eat that roasted pig after those vicious assaults.”
“Pig is right,” Erikk said, “if only t’was the real swine suffering the wrath of my sword! It should be Henry’s butchered limbs upon my dinner table!”
“And yet, it is an unsightly mess of pig’s body parts, that was supposed to be our supper.”
“We can still eat it,” Erikk said sullenly.
“Indeed, else we’d surely starve.”
The two friends then sat reluctantly before their tattered meal.
* * *
Prince Henry, son of King Ishtar VIII, was indeed unpopular amoung his personal bodyguards. Heir to the throne, he had from an early age adopted the arrogance and self-centeredness of a spoiled brat, destined to rule the most powerful kingdom ever to exist - Atlantis.
His mother, Queen Tekela, had more than once incurred the dislike of the Atlanteans, and was loathed throughout the vast kingdom. She was suspected of dark sorcery, and was even believed to have used sorcery to seduce and trick the old senile King into marrying her. Most scandalous of all, however, was the suspicion many had concerning the birth of King Ishtar’s only child, Henry, mothered by Tekela. Ishtar was seventy-three years old when Henry was conceived by the then nineteen year old princess from the savage lands. Needless-to-say, most seriously doubted the elderly King could have fathered the devilish half-bred child, but no-one voiced this suspicion as it would surely result in their arrest, and it would be ‘off with their heads!’
But even the peoples’ suspicions couldn’t have prepared them for what was to come...
* * *
Matthew approached a mullioned window and stared out at the city lights below. This was the capital of the great kingdom that was Atlantis - circular domes rose, spiraling up to reach the much studied and observed constellations of the Atlantean night sky, golden roadways were dimly lit by soothing electric blue light, people met and walked together through magical gardens and sat to rest by the many marble fountains, sleepily listening to the soft gurgling and trickling of crystal clear water. This was paradise in every sense of the word, and it would kill Matthew to leave it behind, but more and more, he felt the urge to go - something was wrong in paradise. He could sense in the air the tremors of danger to come. Looking out upon the city now, he couldn’t imagine what.
“You wouldn’t have any smoke-weed on you?” Erikk stirred Matthew from his trance-like state. “Either that, or a huge drinking-horn of mead to drown my pitiful sorrows in.”
Matthew didn’t look at him, he simply responded - “No. I don’t smoke.”
“Ah! Since when?!” came Erikk’s exuberant voice.
“Since last night. A time of change in the world, calls for personal change.”
“Does it?” Erikk grimaced, greatly confused.
“Yes.”
“Yeah well, bla, bla, bla, bl-” BANG!
The walls of the citadel shook. “By the Gods! What the devil was that?!” Erikk exclaimed, still gripping the sides of the large dinner table. Matthew had been knocked to the ground, and scrambled now to his feet hastily. Stunned, he surveyed his surroundings. Dread building within, he ran to the window and stared out at the city he loved so well - destroyed.
* * *
Disorientated, Matthew felt his knees go weak. All that remained of the grand city below was crumbled marble and stone buildings.
Only two or three large structures remained standing, including the citadel. It pained Matthew to think of the thousands of people trapped beneath the rubble.
“Quick!” Erikk yelled, already in action. “We must go to the royal chambers - we must find the King and Queen!”
Matthew forced himself away from the window and the sorrowful sight below. It was time to do his job.
Matthew rushed to the winding stone stairway after Erikk. The electricity had failed, so Erikk grabbed a flambeau from the wall, which had originally been used simply for decorative purposes. With Erikk leading the way, the two raced up the stairway to the King’s living quarters. When they reached the doorway to the King and Queen’s bedroom, they scarcely noticed the two life-less bodies of the guardsmen spread-angled grotesquely across the floor. Stepping over the corpses quickly, they burst open the double doors - to an empty room.
Matthew rushed across the room, fingers gripping the hilt of the rapier that hung at his side, to the entrance of his Majesty’s royal bathing area. The sight that awaited him was worse than the one outside the citadel windows - the elderly King’s naked body floated in a blood-red patch of the large bath. Matthew convulsed in disgust and horror. He soon sensed Erikk’s presence beside him and turned, face as pale as a ghost, to his equally disturbed companion. “The Queen,” Erikk whispered hoarsely, “she’s done this. We must find her and her half-bred brat!”
They turned to leave, but were cut short when they saw the two figures in the bedroom doorway leading out into the hall. Queen and Prince stood together, and it was only now, with the two side-by-side, that Matthew and Erikk realized how similar they looked - with their curly soft blonde hair, pale lithe limbs, and rose bud lips formed into malevolent sneers - the mother and her son were almost identical. “What have you done!” Matthew exploded in rage at the sight of them. Tekela laughed victoriously. “I’ve destroyed Atlantis!” Henry chuckled beside her.
“WHY?!” Matthew was close to tears.
“A political move truly,” she answered smoothly, “the Draconians are on their way presently. They’re coming all the way from the Andromeda Galaxy because their race is dying out...” She paused as if to let the revelation sink in. “So, I bargained with them - I would destroy the Atlantean civilization so they could inhabit the planet, and in return for that, they would make me their Queen - I will have true power!” She laughed in marvel of her own ingenuity. Then, her expression turned serious. “Now, I must kill you -”
She never got to finish the sentence, because, suddenly, the city shook violently once more. This time, however, it seemed it wasn’t part of Tekela’s evil plan as mother and son turned to each other uncertainly. Distinctively, Matthew and Erikk peered out the bedroom window - today ceased to amaze them! Thundering towards the city, and gaining momentum, was a giant tidal wave. There was only one possible explanation - the Crystal had exploded. The Gods were taking things into their own hands! Only the Gods could activate the self-destruction of the under- water giant Crystal that protected the Atlantean continent - but could ultimately destroy it if the God’s willed it so.
Realizing the danger, Tekela and son fled. It was the last time the two were ever seen alive.
It took Matthew and Erikk a few moments longer to realize they should do the same. Without a word between them, they proceeded to search for shelter.
* * *
Outside in the citadel grounds, Matthew and Erikk each mounted a hover-craft with one destination in mind - the Temple of the Gods. The Temple was built on a huge plateau and was the highest point in all of Atlantis. When they reached the grand stairway leading to the massive golden doorway, they abandoned the vehicles and their swords. They raced up the stairs and flung themselves through the doorway. Inside, two small children looked up, startled by the noise and unexpected new-comers. Matthew and Erikk stumbled and struggled to keep their footing as they plunged through the entrance. Hope entered the children’s teary eyes.
* * *
“My name is Adam,” said the boy, “and this is my friend Eve.”
The little girl smiled up at the two estranged men.
“Where are your parents?” Matthew enquired gently.
“Dead.”
Matthew paused a moment, then said - “Okay, Adam and Eve, we’ll take care of you now.”
“Okay,” the children replied simultaneously.
* * *
“Come now, we must get to the spaceship under the altar. We have to leave Atlantis.” The children obeyed and followed the two men to the altar. Erikk pushed a button beside the feet of a statue of one of the Atlantean Gods, and almost immediately the altar came away to reveal a large craft beneath.
Matthew ushered the two children into the strange metallic machine. The children were buckled into the only two seats in the craft and Erikk was pressing buttons and adjusting levers on a type of control panel. When the children were securely buckled in and Erikk had finished setting the autopilot and setting the destination, the two men proceeded to leave and the children cried out in alarm.
“There’s only room for two I’m afraid,” came Matthew’s sorrowful but kind voice, “but you two will be just fine. We’re sending you someplace safe. Don’t worry about us.” And with that, the metallic door slid shut, but not before the children caught a glimpse of a single tear slide down the kind man’s face.
* * *
Within hours, the children felt the craft slow as it entered an alien atmosphere. In a matter of seconds, they felt the thud of metal on land - their new home. The seat belts unfastened automatically and Adam and Eve stood as the door slowly opened to the new world beyond - planet Earth awaited it’s very first human inhabitants.
i don't mind tho, it's just stuff from my head and makes sense to me and i'd like to share 
no one understands it! that's simlpy coz the idea is that it's as if a page has simply been ripped from a book...it's up to your own imagination what came before or after...i have my own ideas ofcourse, but to be honest...i'm too fricken lazy to write a whole story! 
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girth!
