ATLANTIS VORTEX By Sultry Summers The scanning, uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal, and punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author's rights is appreciated. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ATLANTIS VORTEX Copyright (c) 2005 by Sultry Summers ISBN: 1-59836-035-3 Cover art and design (c) 2005 by Marianne LaCroix All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form without permission, except as provided by the U.S. Copyright Law. For information, you can find us on the web at, www.VenusPress.com Printed and bound in the United States of America. DEDICATION This is an extremely special work, though a work of total fiction. It came about as a story told to my beautiful daughter on a car trip we took together when she was about twelve. Whereas the more spicy scenes of course came later, without her to enthusiastically to listen to Mom spin a tall tale and her saying "Mom, write me into the story!" it would never have been written., This book is dedicated to my loving daughter, with a mother's love, and hope, that she one day finds her Xerxes . To Jessica! AUTHOR’S NOTE Legends of lost civilizations doomed because of cataclysmic geological events exist in every culture on Earth. Some legends tell of angered gods destroying these advanced civilizations because the people turned to evil and strayed from the ways of purity of thoughts and deeds. Other legends only tell of nature taking a toll on man's advancements in a never-ending cycle of change and renewal that we ourselves are destined to face someday. Stranger yet in all these legends, myths, and tales of lost civilizations, cultures, and continents one name survives the similar sounding interpretations, and translate as, Atlantis. Of course, the most popular theory is that Atlantis was a huge Continent that sat in the center of the Atlantic Ocean. Plato, the first to leave a written record of the Lost Continent, Atlantis, gained his information from the Egyptian Priest, Solon. Supposedly, Solon visited the Capital City and the three canals that surrounded the magnificent Pyramid at the center. Afterward he passed his knowledge onto others by word of mouth. However, no written record of his account remains, possibly it was lost in the great fire at Alexandria. Modern explorers have already found proof of so-called mythological cities. Troy and the City of Ubar, found in modern times and there is still an ongoing search for Atlantis. Thought to be a myth until an amateur German archaeologist; Heinrich Schliemann found the City of Troy in 1870, now excavated and proven to have existed in that location for many centuries. Troy stands as proof of the possibility that Atlantis could be more than myth. In 1992 the Space Shuttle Endeavor, while on a mapping mission found the lost city of Ubar on the Arabian Peninsula, long thought a fabled city because it was so poorly located in the deep desert. Yet another example of the possibility that Atlantis existed or still does and is not ready to reveal itself. Before his death, Edgar Casey, a well-known psychic, predicted Atlantis' discovery would come in the year 1969 and in the Atlantic. Seemingly, to prove Edgar Casey's predictions correct, the signs of an ancient roadway were spotted just off shore of Bimini in 1969. Inside a wide triangle in the huge Atlantic basin, known as the Bermuda Triangle, evidence has yielded further support for his prediction. Proof of an old and lost civilization found on the Canary Islands that dates back to possibly the time of Atlantis has come under scrutiny, Bermuda stands alone as the top of an ancient volcanic cone and is possibly part of Atlantis. Myths in Arthurian Legend propose that the Priestess of Avalon, or the Lady of the Lake, and even Merlin himself came from Atlantis. Further confusing the puzzle, Archaeologists have recently found traces in the Mediterranean Sea of an island that sank from a huge volcanic eruption centuries ago. The Andes Mountains of South America recently revealed the possibility of an old and lost civilization. This gives rise to other possible locations of Atlantis. With the legend of Atlantis, spread globally over the centuries, many of the people of that lost Continent may have fled before it sank, taking their knowledge with them. Living to influence the rest of the world and teaching the less technical peoples how to do many of the things we still are in awe of. One of the most visible marks they may have left was the knowledge of the construction of Pyramids. On every Continent except Australia, Pyramids dating from different time-periods exist; Egypt seems to have the oldest. Clearly, if Atlantis was in the Atlantic Ocean, sank, and anything survived out of their advanced culture, it could have become a sunken world, possibly a City-State under pressure domes. Literally, this may have been where the first true beginnings of democracy came from, as did many of our more modern beliefs and forms of art, literature, and science. For surely, as some of these Atlantians escaped to other lands and educated other peoples, some managed to use their knowledge to build a City under the sea and live in peace, comfort and security there. Having snorkeled off the coast of West Palm Beach Florida, I have witnessed hand carved stones similar to those off Bimini in the Bahamas. For me, there is little doubt these carvings existed before the arrival of Columbus. The Devil's Triangle boasts strange magnetic occurrences, sightings, and disappearances; it also holds its location in this area. Many experts attribute its unexplained anomalies to the possibility of a sunken Atlantis. Under this premise, this Author chooses the theory that Atlantis sat squarely in the Atlantic Ocean, and that had been destroyed by a geological event of epic cataclysmic proportions. Reminding the reader it is only one of many opinions and this is after all, only fiction. Sheila N. Eskew *Seph:--Reeds found along the Nile River known for building Ships that didn't sink because the reeds allowed the water to drain through between the bindings and the reeds continued to float. PROLOGUE Esau stepped from the mud-caked gangway onto the mammoth *Seph ship. Forced to board a ship that would take him far from his family, he paused, daring one last parting look at his parents and little brother. They stood forlornly on shore among the masses of other families who also watched their sons' departures. With grief in his heart, Esau knew he would never see them again. He unintentionally and uncaringly invited the cutting bite of the slave master's whip by his act. Roughly shoved from behind by a multitude of slaves pressed to board the ship, Esau stumbled slightly from the unexpected shove. He lost his foothold on the thickly bound rows of *Seph that made up the floor of the ship but he managed not to fall - only to drop his small bundle of belongings. He scooped these precious few articles up quickly and held his silence to those behind him sharing their fear of the whip. Esau sat down on the reed floor of the ship and bowed his head, blinking back tears of grief. In a mumbled prayer of desperation to God, soon joined by the other slaves around him, Esau prayed for the strength to endure the hardships ahead and for his family to be comforted in his absence. “Silence!” One of the Slave Masters demanded as their whispers to God grew audible. Esau, struck across his naked back with the Slave Master's short whip, continued in silence, which infuriated the man “Prayers to your no name God will not help you.” He laughed and continued his pace down the rows of slaves. Finished with his supplication, he straightened his marked and smarting back to see many of the *Seph vessels already caught by the current of the Nile River and pushed faster by their large sail, full of warm air blown from across the desert. Behind him other ships had moved, as they were, away from the docks. Esau glanced one last time at the shore and his family but most of all he recalled each detail of his mother's face. Unable to see them any longer, Esau looked to the Priests in the bow of the massive ship who intently looked forward toward the horizon. Idleness wasn't tolerated, and Esau was put to work, as were the other slaves at one of the many tasks necessary to maintain a sailing vessel. Only at mealtimes were the slaves allowed to speak quietly among themselves, “Where do you think we are going, brother?” another slave about Esau's age asked. “I don't know, but I don't think we will be coming back,” Esau said quietly. One guard walked by and jostled him roughly and Esau quickly finished his small portion of rice. “I heard the Priests talking, we go to build a Pyramid far from here, and it is not a tomb. That is all I know,” Esau said in a low voice, his eyes watching the guards constantly. By nightfall, they entered the Mediterranean Sea and turned westward toward the Pillars of Hercules. Esau bore his burdens as the others, in silence, working from sunup to dusk and in shifts at night, sp...
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