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Three Untold Tales Of Atlantis And Poseidonia

Observe: here are two tales, considerably out of place, written on the last moments of reediting the e book (6-2007), written so the reader can easily put into focus what happened throughout the Seize of the King of Atlantis whereas in the watery tomb of Atlantis, the gardens, and the Knowledge of Ais, for she did purchase some throughout her lengthy voyage from Atlantis to Hell, after which looking for out Limbo. The short sketches are easy untold tales within the tales you have just learn, tales which may assist produce for the reader a more descriptive picture of those two occasions.

The Wisdom of Ais
Stylish Mens Stone Island Tracksuit Light Grey(After the Seize of Her Husband, Phrygian, Anases listens to the wisdom of Ais  so she stood forth and said: “I shall go forward, reasonably than await the foes of hell to weigh on me, wondering what their subsequent transfer shall be.”

Then Anases cried out within the garden of Atlantis, in its water tomb, “Ais, Queen of Atlantis, from the House of Phrygian, you have seen the evil of the occasions, and of the counsels of Hell have been vain, and that in the shameless land there isn’t any hiding, no escape yet recognized, and none will take our place and now you have got walked away from the husband of yours that after sat certainly within the high-seat of Atlantis, and who was ruler of all of the world. Let me know be your companion. For what’s left!”

Ais arose and stated firmly, “You do no evil that I do know of, nor converse it, thus, there is no disgrace in you, I did before as I do now, as my heart tells me to I say to you previous buddy and now companion… (She hesitates a moment) this woe is now come, and I’ll go on behalf of the Home of my Father, to hunt an entrance into this Limbo. I’ve had sufficient ache in my existence be it on earth or right here in Hell, we must merely go in an awesome haste and peruse a new abode, be it Limbo, or another corner of Hell. I deem this place is now not a sanctuary, because it once was for us.

Those words did indeed foster a form of smile and adrenaline rush for Anases, “We then should depart, for shapes dwell within the passing of ships in the waters of Hades, and they all result in evil,” responded Anases.

Now Ais, in her haste to go, left Anases to his personal, somewhat forgetting he was not coming, or following her to the opening within the mountain that lead out into the waters, for had she seemed again, she would have seen Anases holding on to an enormous stone construction of the dilapidated Atlantis. When she did turn around, he spoke from a distance, “Let me have my last moment please (grievously).”

“I beg you, come now…go away behind what remnants of an age long gone to its decaying process, it is however a dying shadow in a giant ocean,” said Ais.

“Nay, nay, do take me with you, take me far away so I can not discover this place again,” he stated.
The nice Seize

(Written 6-22-2007)
The capture of the King of Atlantis (Phrygian) was in fact not by accident, however somewhat a deliberate betrayal, in the Backyard of Poseidonia, in the watery tomb of a mountain in the waters of Hades: that mentioned, I have to insure the main points are written down for posterity sake, for it was neglected in the full, through the narration of the story, I shall inform it because it was from the reminiscence of Beelzebub who instructed it 100 times on the docks of Hell (The King of Demons)who was present, what could possibly be higher than that:

“…as we drew near in that watery tomb of Atlantis, hidden we had been in the backyard, for the moment came after we took step-by-step, yes certainly we crept behind him, halting, when he stood silent, so he could not right here our breath, or foot movement, and , and see the place my eyes have been burning, burning I say with anticipation of his seize. I stated to my self a thousand occasions that hour, ‘…get the king, get the king…’ and my presence did not daybreak on him. Unwavering I was, and naturally, my companions, nevertheless it was me behind him, the closest, I dare anyone to say totally different. I insured I remained towards the light, so his compadre, Anases didn’t see me, and he did not. Escape was not potential at this second, and it was for me beyond enduring, for I needed to seize him, but I did not need him to escape.

Then I and my companions leaped on him, all of sudden, all of us…forcing him down, and hogtied him with chains. Sure, peril fell upon this king of kings from the earth, like a spider to a fly, like lightening striking a tree, like a bear grabbing its prey, that was us.”

And so remembered the thoughts of the demon, and his thoughts grew dark and extra adventurous each time he informed the story. The one factor the King mentioned in his mind after the event was that, ‘All hope is false in Hell!’

A Poem for Ais
Blood burns, when there may be sadness,

For Ais, discovered this to be so;
But now her recollections of Phrygian

Have been dead and solidly froze
(now in the house of Limbo);

She knew not what she would find
Should she attempt to recollect

For her crossing from youth to outdated
Was all peril…!

No: 1882 6-22-2007
The Phrygian’ Thriller

(In Port of Poseidonia)
Written 6-23-2007

It was a wierd scene. The killing of the High Priest of Poseidonia, Xandore, his brother, Xandoro heard it (as he was standing under the 1500-step doorway to the high tower), knew of it, did not see it, but Agaliarept knew Xandoro knew of it, he had to, he was Xandore´s assistant

in the temples of Poseidonia, the sister, Sham-hat whom additionally was a love priestess, she watched her older brother, now possessed by Agaliarept, with a bears eye, and a dears coronary heart (or so she figured he was), but much more so she watched Xandoro, whom she knew the King and Agaliarept would go after, she had heard a lot of the methods of her brother Xandore´s new moods, and pale skin, and now Poseidonia had two mysteries, what occurred to Xandore And now the place was Xandoro Secrets had been by no means much in Poseidonia, but mysteries had been.

It was the third day Xandoro was missing, and she dare not ask anyone in the palace, especially the demon infested new high priest with the shell of Xandore round him, nor the King (the Queen Ais, was not Queen but, not at the moment, however a princess of some far off island).

And it was that she walked by means of the Grand Market Place, this third night of her brother’s lacking, stone island project the king and Agaliarept had been having Orgies with boys, soldier’s wives, virgins, as often they did when life obtained boring, in the small palace home available in the market place, it was useful since it was close to where the king and Agaliarept may seize whomever they wished to have lust with that evening. The King of Atlantis was younger, lustful, and spontaneous, if not foolish.

It was an odd scene although, as Sham-hat walked through the underground corridors, the very ones the king used to go from building to constructing so he couldn’t be seen. She had heard that a solider had seen the likes of the King and Xandore carrying Xandoro down the steps into the underground catacombs of Atlantis, and in order I will say again, she was in these very identical corridors, and she had given herself to the guard to be there.

The candles she had, showed patches of light in this inky dark underground tomb of types. As she regarded again, she noticed only figures projected against the sunshine, however on the flooring she observed drops of blood, perhaps after they dragged his body his foot minimize, or perhaps he was nonetheless alive and he lower his foot on one of many perturbing rocks, to present somebody a sign he was going to be buried alive as a sacrifice to his Goddess, or Zeus himself.

It was a stable rock flooring she walked on, and a maze at that. She had a gleam of hope that perhaps he would nonetheless be alive, hoping his coffin was large enough to keep enough air in it. She tried to put herself in her brother’s place, if she was in a coffin, she would hope he would figure out she might be alive. If she was him, she’d even attempt to cut her meals, with out drawing suspicion in fact by the 2 culprits dragging him, or carrying him, thus leaving indicators where she was being taken, but after all in this case He. Subsequently she appeared for every other signs that might he left.

She followed the blood droppings, they were just a few steps from each other, and it was a protracted drag of the foot and leg. The mud on the floor was moved about one could see, that is to say, it was disturbed. It seemed as if he was preventing, and stumbled just a few locations by the marks on the flooring, and even some fingers dug into the walls–scratch marks, maybe made purposely.

She had to interpret this shortly, for the foot steps had stopped, the three pairs anyhow, her brothers among the 2 assailants. She walked again a methods from where she got here from, the tunnel was long and dusty, and she observed a phrase written on the wall, suspicious, she put her fingers on the wall as if to really feel some form of abnormal sense. Absolutely if he could he would be saying one thing now, so he was either lifeless, or gagged, and palms tied perhaps. It was turning into an exasperating evening, yet she couldn’t stop, she felt there was progress up to this point.

The abductors had to have hid him in this neighborhood, she concluded, the three pair of foot prints stopped right here. The phrase she read was “Mouse.” Down a ways, within the corner of the floor, on the bottom, was a hole, just just a little mouse-gap so it looked, or was it a breathing hole, Questioned Sham-hat

For her life she could not distinguish a thing out of it, seemingly this was the one signal she had to go by, and so she began digging along with her fingers at the mouse hole, making it bigger, shinning the light over it, putting the lit candles against the wall so she might dig with two palms–the candles (two of them lit collectively) had been burning down slowly however burning down nonetheless, and she’d need time to get on back by means of the tunnels as soon as her mission was executed (so was her thinking at this second), signs unseen to others with much less gentle, and the one signal she had, and her instincts advised her it was a grave; on her knees she dug, examined the ground, inch by inch persevering with to dig. For some three hours, she crawled round this space on her knees till she disengaged one stone, perhaps a foot long and the same deep. Then she removed another, and she found it was a big tomb, and she went down into it–dropping her body down a number of toes, that is to say, she held the candles in her mouth, what was left of them, and hanging on to the edge of the sq. gap, she dropped with her feet below her onto a stone floor, a mausoleum of kinds. There were a number of women and men there on pyres, and her brother was amongst them, except, the others were of a skeleton form, and rotted cloths hanging on them, loosely.

She moved closer to her brother, his eyes opened, he was tied to the pyre, and was gagged. She seemed behind her, heard one thing like foot steps above her, she would have to step on her brothers shoulders (she figured), once renewed with life to get out of this large tomb, what she did not know was, behind her was the soldier she had pad with flesh to get entrance to the catacombs (additionally the king and Agaliarept figured one thing of this nature might happen, and warned the guards to keep an eye fixed out of this kind of habits, lest they lose their eyes for not doing so); and as she started to take the gag out of her brother’s mouth, an she could hear the footsteps nearing.

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