Messier - Atlantian Chronicles: Final Prophecy

by

William P. Messier

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Atlantian Chronicles: FINAL PROPHECY

Copyright 2010 by William P. Messier

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I dedicate this book to mywife Ping and daughter Karina of all that walk the earth, are mostprecious to me, and whose support and love I treasure. To myparents Helen and Robert Sr., who are now deceased, and to all mysisters and brother, and friends who remain my source ofinspiration. Also, to anyone who finds themselves at a crossroadsin life where their juncture seems unreachable , you are not alone, and with dedication it will be accessible .

This book was writtento unravel the riddles of theuniverse.

PROLOGUE-Prophecy Incarnate

Eons ago, before the first tree, even beforethe first ocean, comets pounded a newly formed planet withpremeditated star matter embedded with distant and foreign DNA. Ona deliberate journey of truth and connection, the rebirth thatfailed so many times before had failed once again. Although timeand space was on their side, eons would have to pass before thecircle of life could be completed. The journey of destiny, foretoldfrom times gone bye evolved, until one day all of its secrets werefreed. Eventually, the planet matured and grew up. Manycivilizations evolved and settled, some disappeared as otherssurvived on this blue planet until one day another civilizationsfate was close at hand.

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My name is Arius, heir and future leader ofthis domed world. This is my two-week chronicle of events leadingto the destruction of my beautiful planet. The hum from mylight-ship is soothing but I cant forget this horrific event as Ireluctantly gaze down from the vantage of my doomed craft. Themoment of my worlds impact is eternally burned into my memory,like recurring waves of dark dreams. I feel like Im surfing theblack crest once again. I cant stop thinking about it. The memoryof being directly above ground zero, within the city of dreams, theplace I called home for all of my life, awaiting its obliteration.The horror of that memory. I can see it so clearly, how the skysplit open, a thousand cubic kilometers of air was blazed aside. Atunnel of searing red flame, kilometers wide, arched toward theground. Within a few seconds, my city, Atlantius was engulfed andall structures were flattened. Everything had been destroyed. Myisland continent, Atlantis shattered with the force of a thousandearthquakes and a shock wave of displaced air swept over thesurface of my Atlantian landscape and then methodically the entireglobe. From the pulverized flat terrain around the impact site Isaw a ring of liquid mountains rise nineteen kilometers high,exposing a huge crater three hundred kilometers across exposing thebowels of the continent. A wall of molten rock ripples outward,erasing what was left of the landscape and changing the evolutionand the history of my planet, forever.

Im getting ahead of myself. I must chroniclethis from the beginning. As I remember, strange events startedhappening two weeks ago. I didnt know it at the time but I wasbeing scrutinized, observed and watched from the highest echelons.I wish I never knew about the inheritance of the fourtruths! Unknown to me at the time, this inheritance began at birthand would be revealed when I become of age. I must survive fourmortal dangers. What I slowly figured out was from the beginning ofthese heinous events that the truth would be either most profoundor most dangerous. I was right on both accounts.

Weeks before my world was destroyed therewere events unknown to me that were destined to come unchallenged.In my quest, all that has been and all that is yet to come will berevealed. The last two weeks of my destiny were collected andrecorded into my ships memory matrix.

Memory matrix, correlate and combine inorder all the investigated events of the four truths, leading to aweek before the second cycle of Kaltun. Story-stream them in3rd person, then merge them with this chronicle, Arisvoice pulsated, accepting his destiny. These events will bechronicled for history in the hope that humanity as I once knew it,one day, can learn from what has come and do what is meant tobe.

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It happened with a flash. Sixty-five millionyears ago a gravitational wave opened times doorway. Silent ovoidssped through, crossing black space. The cosmic ships of pale bluewere numbered in fours. Their uniform dorsal ridges swept backward,arched as ancient wings. Their alternating winged bands of blackand gray, four hands high, four wide, oscillated. Pulsingcrystal-driven energy wrapped the ships circumference with aresonant song from inventions dawn.

Believing their cause just, those who flewthese vibrant ships traveled from the mist of time. Numbered infours, they now rested, preparing for the legacy ahead. Hidden bybillowing banks of primordial clouds from the consciousness of theworld below, they anchored their temporal shells and lay inwait.

Other messengers of destiny arrived, forty bycount. Meeting in the black void above the blue world, theytransformed. Their pulsing ridges hummed and glowed, until energybecame heat and heat became a blistering power wave. Like darkmatter crawling across empty space, the forty ships became silent.Uniting for a metaphysical harvest, they blended and solidified.Providence unfolded, all who had been numbered in fours mergedsharing and delivering

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The Final Revelation...

The combined life force beyond senses emergedfrom the ships. Descending through the clouds, it moved upon theface of the watery world, floating freely in ways flesh and bloodcould not. An ethereal mist formed the night dew, glowing greenwith intent and intelligence.

Its hum bespoke its inaudible purpose.Time is short. Our cause, a circle of life: Preservationof the prophecy!

Sinister and silent, the Ancient Ones hadreturned to the island Atlantis.

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Chapter One-DARK HUNGER

At the forested edge of Yutanius, the secondlargest city on the island of Atlantis, a thick mantle of denseclouds hung, electric and brewing. Beneath it, a spongy green mistsettled, camouflaged by fragrant foliage. The lurking mist settledunseen near a gazebo in a verdant park.

The shimmering structure of gilded metals wasresilient, bending beneath the raging fury of the mountingtempest. Nature seared the sky with a dazzling variety ofchain lightning, arc lightning and ball lightning. Thegazebo repeatedly drew each bolt of blasting heat and safelyabsorbed the flashing energy into its silver and gold alloys.

As this scientific wonder transformedNatures fury, two young lovers danced, were sheltered and drywithin the embracing gazebo. They breathed deep of the wetfragrance of heavy ferns encircling Artan Park. Their heartscharged by the high drama of rampant nature. Excited by the storm,the fatal enchantress laughed with the winds and whirled. Herhead was high, golden robes thrown open, breasts exposed to thewild storm. Her young man gazed, growing ever more amorous. Heseized her soft shoulders, pulling her close with an intimatecaress not meant for prying eyes.