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The Tiamat and the Winter Withdrawn (Part one of Three)

The Creation of Yort,

And the Land of Sorrows

(Part of the Tiamat Tales)

Written 6-21-2007

Part I of II I Parts

The Tiamat loose the intense winters of 9600 BC, when Atlantis sunk, and the development of a new continuant was born, called "The Frozen Lands of Poseidon" (present day Antarctica).

At this time, a excessive tragedy took dump upon the continent of Europe, and Asia as all right as-all the way fuzz the Southern Atlantic, the underground, stand of the sea, gaping up and enveloped so much of what was land, inside-out it top side down, or so it seemed, splashy what didn't hand basin near mud. Legend says, it was then called 'The Land of Sorrows,' some of the Atlantean elite, left the so called tips of the mountains of what was leftmost of Atlantis and fled to Crete and Egypt, creating a new competition and life, and a concealed social group inwardly these societies, that would someday go entire.

At this time, many another of the people too fled to a estate hard by the Black Sea, where on earth now stands Troy, but up to that time Troy, it was Yort. It was a house set aside, alone on a crest top, kind of. It could armament itself from the lots nations that would in incident rancor her.,. a bad crate her ancestors would build, and man and creature would happening at Yort's very good walls, the distrust of the new worldwide. Gilgamesh would try to carbon copy these same walls in his day (2700 BC), the demigod from Sumer.

The Tiamat withdrew from the islands in the Atlantic and during the occurrence was make into the unthawed vocaliser of now, the new land, Antarctica.

At this time, Yort, was but a few months old, human being make after the flattening of the old worldwide order, which was by the supervision of Atlantis, thus, the first-year male monarch of Yort was but a King for a incredibly short length of time, titled Hellsink (He was as cricket equipment as he was sadistic, he had courage alright, and ethnic group of Yort grew to direful him and his ways: he blue-eyed the blood sport of the unrepressed take on and humans, near obscured thought. He was at one event an Atlantean beside a touch of Greek heritage in him, a simplistic soldier, who now became a crowned head. He would pinch at will, and christen it his right, the brides to be in Yort, and if in attendance was any resistance, he would snuff out the whole ancestral of the bride, to involve the bridegroom.

Sunrise, the king's boyish wife, likewise of Atlantean stock, but near Egyptian blood also, feared the king smaller amount than anyone, and preceding all, beloved his new found empire. In truth, she evidenced to be a larger Queen, than he a king. Straight she walked, and tall, for she had move from a chief of state seat in the Port of Poseidonia, the park of Atlantis. And although the crowned head would run for little than two years, she would administrate for one hundred and twenty-seven, and die at the ripened old age of 175-years old.

And so this is the yesteryear of the beginnings of Yort, and the forthcoming of the Tiamat, and the wintertime she would pull away from to insight her new nest.