Tales of Poseidonia: The Codex Scrolls (Part: XI)

Port of Poseidonia: the codex scrolls and a gasping scream
[A World within a World]

Let us not all believe that Atlantis did not have its dark secrets and powers, because it surely did. And this sketch will give birth to some of them. (Part XI)

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[Anases: proper] dream of asses

A world within a world that is where Anases lived, his mind and body wandering aimlessly for centuries searching for his sacred scrolls. the sea of ​​hades [the Great Gulf], is where his mountainous domain was, inside a mountain under the sea, in a city half underwater half above, this is where he lived out his ghostly days, searching for the Imperial Crown Scrolls, the history of Atlantis he had written thousands of years before, when he was Grand Archknight of Atlantis and Governor of the British Isles. He had placed them in a great tower and gave the great king of Atlantis the other set, after which he placed them in the vaults of him, the Phrygian king.

For all intents and purposes, Anases still had the title of Grand Archknight of Atlantis, for what it was worth, and he was still aimlessly searching for his sheet music, his Atlantean records, and he was still a scribe, and he was the one, one of those who sealed the scrolls in a tower, the king being the other. Virtually everyone was gone now. Years and years had passed, time was just an expression now, and it had little relevance. Hundreds of years had passed since Phrygian had been taken to the Docks of Hell and forced to face the King of Demons, Belphegor. And whatever his downfall was, it was his downfall, a hard way of looking at things, but it was the king’s way of looking at things, and Anases’s life was the scrolls, no more, no less.

In the same way, Ephialtes had disappeared and never returned, not even for a visit. In any case, it was a slight distraction for Anases. And Queen Ais, was under the spell of Aon, the endless devouring lover of passion, lust and attention. Oh, she tried to stop it, but she was powerless, and those two were now one entity, or so it seemed. And when she and Aon reconciled, she went to see old friends again. It was now the thirteenth century, a kind of modern age for the world. Anases had heard that the world was coming out of what was called: The Dark Ages. But Anases has been quite busy the last few hundred years, since the dawn of a hero named King Arthur of the British Isles, the islands he once ruled.

–What he had done, magnificently done, was to give up looking for the scrolls, needless to say, in view of not finding them in several thousand years, he translated his memories into poetic verses, now he called them Codex Atlanteanus [Manuscript]. One could now read about Atlantis in symbolism, in poetic codes if you will. And it was he who handed them over to King Arthur’s court, who placed them in his Royal Library (although they would eventually be destroyed again, unfortunately). But now he had made a second copy and would give it to the King of England, who would place it in the Abbey of Mont-Saint Michael. This was going to happen soon. But then, suddenly, Ais and Aon arrived, unexpectedly appearing as he was finishing his laboriously poetic code, entrenched within the inner walls of this underwater acropolis, inner mountain cave, airless as a vault. When they appeared out of nowhere, Anases was pained, his expression tight, because he was about to hand over the Manuscript, and it would end his existence, his reason for, as far as he knew, existence, or so he thought.

With deep inertia of the watery soil rose,

“Oh!” sighed the beautiful Ais, “This will give humanity more to speculate on.” [Looking at the scrolls.] As they told him the long story of his work in progress, with a puzzled look, Anasés replied:

“Yes, yes, and I am sure that humanity will translate my translations to appease the times. But the memory of Atlantis will not remain dormant under the pillars of the earth any longer.”

–Aon was next to the Queen, bulky looking at her as if he couldn’t take his longing for her much longer, his eyes were ominous lit by his smile, passion and lust does many things to the mind; to include obsession, possession, illusions, and addiction: all of which he had.

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Farewell

Ais, was now in deep thought, ‘How was Atlantis for her, oh beautiful, the most beautiful thing built by humanity, humanity, ruled by two worlds, the invisible and the visible? Both of them loving her, like a man to a woman, loving her so much that they even abandoned her gods for her. (His eyes filled with tears.) The ruins of Atlantis, indecipherable, and the unknown dead beneath it, were still beautiful. (Her voice of hers in her mind trying to take in the moment, because she knew it was the last time she would be here ((her eyes sparkled with tears))).’

She recklessly said, “I will always have dreams.”

As they all looked at each other, they all knew sadly that it was a farewell, possibly a last farewell, and they were especially kind to one another for the moment, as a gentle breeze swept through the necropolis.

And just as hesitantly, the curtain of Atlantis fell after 15,000 years, and probably longer existed, descending through countless lifetimes from the Phrygian king, from his Atlantean heritage, to and from the Egyptians, the Greeks, and the British Isles. –and then to the Americans, the new Atlantis. [Shall she also sink?]

And so this has been the end of half of my story of the ancient wonder of the world, the one not mentioned in the seven wonders, the wonderful one of them all: Atlantis and, of course, the Port of Poseidonia, where it all took place. By the way, it was on top of the mountain of Atlantis, oh yes, it juts out into the Atlantic sea, nine hundred miles off the coast of Europe. There will be several more chapters, and then the conclusion.