The Last Battle of Atlantis
The Last Battle of Atlantis
First Chronicle The Story of Daygun
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Imagine for a moment that legend and fact are two living and breathing entities. In legends, Atlantis was destroyed by a great flood due to greed. For a civilization to be gluttonous, they have to be imperialistic. A great war would have taken place to destroy such a powerful civilization. In fact, mankind has learned of civilizations older than the Egyptians and Sumerians. Within the last five decades, archeologists have learned about the Gobekli Tepe in Turkey, and the City of Lord Krishna submerged under the Gulf of Cambay. Both cities can date back twelve thousand years ago. Right after the Ice Age, the world looked different. The oceans and seas started to rise four hundred feet due to climate change. After the glaciers started to melt, Mankind was ready to strive to the next level of its existence. Societies and cultures started to expand. If a person fuses fact and legend together, the result would be the civilization of the Atlantian Empire.
Chapter I The Finding ({Present Day}) “Two months of digging, and still nothing,” Duncan murmurs. “That’s because there is nothing here,” Kyle responds. “We only have two more weeks, and then we will go to the next adventure.” Duncan looks at the sky. He feels he has failed his fellow archeologists. It is dreary, and the clouds are thick and gray. Touches of blue can be seen peeking through the heavens. The mountains of Spain, with their magical sprinkles of snow, make Duncan feel as though everything is a dream. There is hardly a breeze at the dig site. Duncan, who is forty-two years old, with brown hair, blue eyes, and in shape for his age, scans the mountainside and sees scattered groups of his teams working through their assigned areas. The only people around are his teams of archeologists. The closest town is eighty miles away through rough terrain. He and his team have been commissioned to dig all over the world, but only in rare cases has Duncan’s team failed to find anything. Because the expedition has gone on for over three weeks with little success, the archeologists start to feel they are wasting their time. “Go check the sites. Make sure everyone is alright. We still have two more weeks,” Duncan says wearily to Kyle. Kyle nods, and walks down the trail. He makes his rounds of the sites to see if there is anything that his coworkers have missed. It is getting very frustrating to Duncan’s teams. Duncan promised his investors the mountain region should be a refuge for a society. It was the investor’s idea to come to Spain. Duncan’s gut instinct tells him that the region was once rich with a past society. There are traces of fertile soil, rivers, creeks, and stone. Because of the remoteness of the region, the area has not been excavated in detail from anyone else before. In Duncan’s past, he has had success with places like this. The site is driving him crazy. About four o’clock in the afternoon, Kyle, who is twenty-seven, with sandy brown hair, and brown eyes, steps under the canopy of a dig site and asks Raymond, a student on internship, if they have found anything of interest. “Nothing,” Raymond replies. “I have gone through everything in great detail, and I can’t find anything.” Kyle bends down and filters through the stones. One catches his attention. He lifts it up and breaks off a section of hardened clay. He sees it is a stone carving of a horse with reins. All the archeologists look at the stone carving with confusion. The archeologists will have no way of telling where or when it was made until it goes to a lab for testing. Kyle grabs his global phone and calls Duncan immediately and tells him of the find. “Find out exactly where you found the stone and get our crews to that location. Don’t stop digging until you find something else,” Duncan orders. Kyle says, “Because the crew has had little sleep, everyone is exhausted. This artifact could have been dropped in passing. The crews have pushed themselves to the limit. Because it’s getting close to the end of the expedition and our supplies are limited, we need to wait until daybreak.” “I don’t care,” Duncan interrupts with anger. He tries to regroup his thoughts and says in a direct voice, “Get the supplies and crew there now. I don’t want excuses!” By nine thirty at night, the crew has completed its setup with equipment and digging tools. It is really starting to get cold. There is a full moon, which will help the excavators. They start excavating close to the rocky mountainside where they found the artifact. The archeologists start to move stones and rocks; they work until two thirty in the morning. By this time, most of the crews are working like zombies. Some cannot feel their hands because of the weather. Duncan sees their exhaustion and rethinks his decision to work through the night. He wants everyone to push themselves, but he knows he cannot destroy his crews physically. About a hundred yards from where they found the artifact the tides are turning for the archeologists. Rachel, who has worked at Duncan’s side on many projects, shouts towards where her boss is excavating, “I found something!”
Friends ask what started you to writing books. I tell them I was trying to impress a girl I was interested in. After I finished two chapters of the book, she and I went our separate ways. To this day, we see each other at a distance time to time. I look at her as the one who stirred my imagination. When I wrote the Daygun story, I could see and feel the emotions of my characters. For instance, my father had a large role in the father and son relationship of Aten and Daygun. Some see it as a fairy tale relationship between father and son; I see it as being very fortunate. On numerous occasions, my father showed me sacrifice, understanding, and a willingness to just listen to me as I came to my own conclusions about a problem. This is the reason I am dedicating this book to him. For almost a decade, I have worked off and on towards the trilogy project. I have failed and succeeded at the same time in accomplishing my goals as a writer. It is my family, friends, and associates who make writing worthwhile to keep going forward with my endeavor. Living in Waco Texas, I feel I am truly at home. I have moved around my home state for a career most of my life. I was just trying to find myself in the business world. I moved back to Waco and found myself in writing. I thought I had a purpose in the corporate world until I started putting thoughts down on paper. Everything changed when I was trying to impress one girl. It is funny how life changes you and takes you a different direction.

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