First of Atlantis, Fallen: Chapter 10
Creation!
The word echoes around the room. It bounces off the walls and flits from mouth to mouth, much as a humming bird from blossom to blossom. The room is filled to the brim and overflowing with excitement.
"What is it they are discussing?" I ask.
"Creating another world!" Cerene answers, jumping up and down. Beside her, Jocelyn with a wide grin stretching his face, nods. His excitement is more properly contained.
I blink in surprise. "Create… create another world?"
"Yes!"
"Let's find seats before they are all filled," Jocelyn suggests. He guides us to empty seats, his hand on the bare skin of my back. We sit and wait for Morgaan to begin, continuing to listen to the rest of the room talk.
Eventually Morgaan takes up his place in front of the room. The buzz stops, but the excitement can still be felt. Morgaan raises his hands. "Welcome friends! My fellow thinkers and I have spent many sunrises discussing and we have come to a conclusion. We desire your opinion, fellow Atlanteans. After we all have discussed this more extensively, we will go before the Council of Elders with our proposal.
"It is our desire to Create a world much like our own."
Blackness claims me.
Fire, hot and intense, surrounds me. I see before me my great City of Atlantis that I call my beloved home
It is burning! Buildings crumble, plants disintegrate. I see Atlanteans rise upon their graceful wings, trying to escape death. A flame leaps up and consumes them.
I fall to my knees, tears pouring down my face. Our beloved city! A foreign object hangs in the sky… it wavers as my vision is consumed by fire.
Cerene and Jocelyn's voices pull me back to reality.
"We can't Create another world," I breathe.