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History - The Lost City of Atlantis

Around 350 BC, Plato wrote about a beautiful island in the Atlantic Ocean that went under the ocean waves in one day and one night. It took two books to describe the history and details of this almost magical island. For years people have been looking for this mysterious lost city, Atlantis.

Living In Atlantis

Plato describes the Atlantians as great engineers and architects. There were palaces, harbors, temples and docks. The capital city was built on a hill and surrounded by rings of water, which were joined by tunnels large enough for a ship to sail through. A huge canal connected the outer rings of water to the ocean. On the outskirts of the capital city there were huge fields where farmers grew the city's food. Past the field there were mountains where wealthy villagers lived. Plato goes great detail about the amazing buildings - complete with hot and cold fountains, shared dining halls and stone walls covered with precious metals.

Atlantis - Just A Story?

For over two thousand years the story of Atlantis was just a story. Then, in the late 1800s, an American named Ignatius Donnelly became fascinated with the story and wrote a book called Atlantis, the Antediluvian World, which became a bestseller. Ignatius studied flood history from Egypt to Mexico and believed that Plato was recording an actual natural disaster. Since then, several books have been written about the lost city.

Atlantis - Facts And Fiction

The most believable theory about Atlantis came from the Greek archaeologist Angelos Galanopoulos in the late '60s. He theorized that around 1500 BCE, a massive eruption from a volcano ripped apart the island of Santorini in the Mediterranean and probably wiped out most of the civilization on the Greek islands and regions of Greece. Angelos suggested this disaster is the one that sank Atlantis. If this is so, then he must have his dates wrong - or does he? He reasons that when the story was being translated, the Egyptian symbol for 100 (a coiled rope) was mistaken for the symbol for 1000 (a lotus flower). This changes the date from 9000 years ago to 900 years ago. The only thing wrong with this explanation is that Plato specifically said the city was near the Pillars of Hercules, which are thought to be nowhere near Greece.

Where Could Atlantis Be?

The exact location of the lost city of Atlantis has been questioned by many people, like British Royal Air Force photo interpreter J.M. Allen. He is convinced Atlantis is in Altiplano, near the Andes Mountains, in Bolivia. The famous psychic channeler Edgar Cayce believed the remains would be found off the coast of Florida near Bimini Island. Other people think it's lost somewhere in Central America, the China Sea or Africa. Others believe that Atlantis is nothing more than a myth.

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What Do You Think About Atlantis?

  • It's a fantasy story by Plato
  • It really is a lost city.
  • It never existed.
  • It is an exaggeration of a different sunk city.

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AwesomeIvysaurGirl34
*evil laughing in the distance* You know You should join ThE InKlInGs
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AnnaOfExquizurd
(So, along with being a fanfiction of  The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time , this story is an attempt at a [character] x reader thing, with Duana representing the reader. It'll be Sheik x reader, but... well, you'll see how it works in the story. There'll be plenty of action and people-hitting to go 'round during it, and the buildup to the ship will be gradual. I promise that things that happen in parts 1-3 aren't necessarily terrible attempts at showing affection. I'm not sure how long it'll go, but it'll have at least ten parts of varying length. At the moment, I have four parts done, but I'll not be posting twice in a day. Feel free to voice any ideas or opinions through comments/PM! If you don't like it, I'd appreciate  constructive criticism , not a rant. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the story!) Part One A Man and a Lyre [Image courtesy of some random person on the Internet. Taken from Google Images.] Duana’s eyes snapped open. A forest. But her last memory was… of being cut into by a Thief's scimitar and falling… in the desert . Was this death? She grunted; attempted getting up. Failed. The nausea finally registered, and the trees spun about her vision. But she couldn’t go unconscious. The king’s forces could be anywhere. Duana would be easy pickings if she was unconscious and they happened to stumble upon her. A second attempt at rising succeeded, and she tightly gripped a tree, sagging against it as the spinning intensified, and she nearly vomited. Slowly, it faded, and she became alert again. She stood upright, looking around; scanning for signs of movement. Her sharp, red eyes at first saw nothing, then noticed a slight trembling of some undergrowth. Duana tensed, but knew she wouldn’t put up much of a fight--regardless of whether she actually fought or decided to run. Promptly, the swaying increased, and then the bushes parted… and a figure came into sight, heading straight towards Duana… ...with the red eye and tear on the navy blue tunic he wore. His eyes were also red, and his ears were pointed. The symbol was the symbol of Duana’s own race; a people trained in shadow and dedicated to protecting the royal family as well as their country, but who had failed miserably in it. Duana gasped in relief, releasing the tension. “I was so paranoid that you were someone working for Ganondorf….” The young man, a fellow Sheikah, tilted his head and frowned. “Ganondorf? He was exiled two decades ago.” “Wha…?” “Nabooru, Sage of Spirit, is now temporarily serving as the Gerudo queen until the next male is born. How do you not know this?” “I….” He peered at her. “What tribe are you from?” “Kakariko.” For a few seconds, he remained staring silently, his face unreadable. “What is your name? And who is your father?” “Duana. My father is Alechjo.” “Alechjo… he doesn’t have a daughter named Duana.” “What… what tribe are you from, then? What is your name?” He paused, drawing himself from thought. “Sheik, son of Geron, of Kakariko. You seem discombobulated. Are you alright?” Duana smiled. Her lips parted to say something, but another wave of nausea slammed into her. It felt like a punch, and she lurched, but the tree kept her upright. “I’m sure you’re not alright,” Sheik firmly said. As he dug through a pouch on his belt, Duana then noticed the lyre peeking around him, held in place on his back by a leather strap running across his chest in a diagonal line. Some of his blond hair escaped a ponytail a few inches long, hanging around his face as it was bent to see inside the pouch.
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darkdovelace01
My birthday is February 22nd :)
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October 16th!!!   :D
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