‘We’ll see,’ he answered, ‘we’ll see.’
I was so busy talking and listening to everyone on board that the time flew by, and before we knew it, Christik was telling us that we were arriving. I leaned forward and looked through the gap between Christik and the glass window at the front of the craft. All I could see was choppy dark water and clear sky. I could feel the craft lowering and making contact with the water, creating a jolt. As I looked through the front glass, the water was traveling up the glass window, and we were descending into the sea.
James, Tracey and the kids followed my gaze and looked through the glass themselves. All of them held the same look of surprise.
“The safe refuge is underwater?” I asked Hulaz.
“Yes, it is,” she replied with a smile.
“Where are we,” I asked her, dying to get more information.
“We are close to the country of Cuba,” Hulaz said.
My mind was racing, going through everything I knew about Cuba, and to be honest; it wasn’t much. I couldn’t recall hearing of anything like Stonehenge being there or near the country. I was completely baffled.
We seemed to be lowering into the depths slowly but steadily, before coming to a full stop under the sea. Christik released herself from the craft, allowing the silver vines that had been wrapped around her arms to recede and melt back into the craft’s hull. She turned around as soon as she was free and smiled a knowing smile.
Chapter 15
As soon as Christik smiled, I knew we were going to witness something weird or magical. The excitement that was building in the small craft was palpable, and my heart was racing in my chest. Even my baby was doing flips in my swollen belly as she sensed the excitement too.
Christik raised her hands to the sides of the craft again, and her hands began to glow white with her power. This time, instead of the vines appearing, the craft began to swirl with colors. Instead of the craft being white; the hull was becoming pearlescent just like the corridors in the main craft. Just as I was wondering why Christik would want to change the color, the craft gave off a strong shimmer before changing again to become transparent.
“Woah, what the hell!” Tracey blurted out, mirroring our own shock and awe.
It was as if we were sitting inside a bubble and not the angels’ craft. I knew we were deep in the ocean, but the weird thing was that the craft was doing something to the water. We could see various fish swimming around the craft as if it was daylight down there. When one of the visible fish decided to swim up to the craft, right next to where I was sitting; I was again reminded that all creatures were drawn to our baby. The girls began to laugh as a fish started to tap the craft with his mouth, making it look like it was blowing a kiss.
“You released fish here,” I asked in surprise.
“Yes, we did,” Christik said, “We released them in a few areas where the water was fully cleaned.”
“What is that over there?” James asked, pointing to something on the other side of the craft.
We all turned to look in the direction that James was pointing to, and there, a short distance away, settled on the ocean floor were ancient ruins. There wasn’t much left of whatever it had been, but as I looked, I could tell it wasn’t a natural formation.
“There are ancient ruins down here?” I asked Christik, wanting to confirm what my eyes were seeing.
“Yes, Mel,” she said with a smile. “Many of our earliest settlements are now underwater; we wouldn’t be reactivating them if it were not for the Marilians. It will be the safest place for those who are not able or willing to fight,” she explained.
“But how can we survive down here? There’s hardly anything left of it. At least with Stonehenge most of the building blocks were still there,” I told her, as worry began to build within me.
“There is more here than you can see, Mel,” Christik assured, “My angels are arriving,” she added while pointing to the ruins.
As I looked at the ruins before us, I could make out what looked like three pyramid-shaped structures, as well as two large squares made of rock and other smaller structures. It certainly looked as if a large society had lived there once, and I wondered if it had just been the angels, or if like Peru; they’d lived together.
While all these thoughts ran through my mind, something gold rapidly shot through the water towards the ruins. It was traveling so fast that it could have been a torpedo. What was strange was that the craft we were in didn’t move an inch with the force of the movement. Whatever it was, and I assumed it was an angel, was cutting through the water as if it wasn’t there.
Just as I started to get nervous, thinking that the angel wasn’t going to stop and was going to crash into the ruins, the angel suddenly released its golden wings. Its wings shot up behind it, either side of its long steaming golden hair, and with graceful ease, the angel then spread its wings to slow itself down until it landed just outside of the ruin’s perimeter.
It was only when the angel landed on the sand that I realized the angel was a male. He stood motionless, looking at the ruins. Within seconds, another golden angel was shooting through the water towards the other, landing within feet next to the first and then another and another.
The angels appeared to be making a circle around the ruins. They looked amazing; all still like shimmering golden statues with their wings out and their long, gold hair floating around their heads. None of them appeared to be breathing. I couldn’t see any air bubbles coming from their noses or mouths.
It was getting harder to see the ruins after a while. All the local fish were still being drawn to my unborn baby and were now beginning to block our view.
“As cute as it is being surrounded by the fish; I can’t see a bloody thing now,” I said, feeling frustrated.
“I’m struggling to see anything now too,” Holly added.
“Maybe you can do something about it, Mel,” Christik said with a smile. “She is your baby; maybe you should ask her to help with the sea creatures.”
Just as she said it, there was a thud against the craft. When I looked to where the noise had come from, all I could see were massive tentacles. A huge octopus had literally decided to attach itself to the craft, and now none of us could see anything. Christik gave me a knowing look.
I looked down at my growing baby bump and placed both hands on it. I knew our baby was awake because she hadn’t stopped moving around since we’d been underwater. She’d even had hiccups for a little while, and I smiled at the thought.
“Ok, my little one, we need your help,” I told her gently, hoping she knew that I was talking to her, “I know you want to be close to the sea creatures, but we can’t see a thing, sweet girl. Can you ask them to swim to the bottom of the craft, darling, so we can all see what’s going on?” I asked her.
I could feel her turning inside me.
“Look. She’s doing it,” James said excitedly.
“Woah, she’s awesome!” April added in amazement.
I looked up to witness the various fish swimming to the bottom of the craft, and because the whole hull of the craft was transparent, we could see them underneath our feet. Some of them were stunningly colorful, and it was amazing to watch them as they shoaled together. I turned my attention back to the large octopus, just in time to see it using its tentacles to move down the craft until it was below us too.
“Thank you, baby girl,” I told our baby while stroking my bump with my hand.
I moved back to my place alongside James, and I continued to watch the angels shoot through the water and land. There weren’t many spaces left in the angel circle around the ruins, and I couldn’t wait to see what they did next.
“The anticipation is freaking killing me,” Tracey said breathlessly. “I heard all about what happened at Stonehenge, and I wished I’d been there to see it.”
“It was very magical,” I admitted; I wish you’d been there too.
As the last few golden angels arrived and took their pla
ces in the circle, our excitement grew. We were all wondering what was going to happen next when eight more angels shot through the water; only this time, they were the silver angels. Instead of adding to the angel circle, these angels all took a place in front of the ancient structure remains. Three of the silver angels landed in front of the three pyramid-shaped ruins, while the others landed in front of the square structures and smaller ruins.
All of the silver angels had their wings spread out exactly the same as the golden angels. None of us knew what to expect next. We were all glued to the scene as the golden angels began to raise their arms out to their sides with their palms facing the seabed. The angels’ hands began to glow, and their power started to pulse toward the ground. From our distance, it was hard to trust our own eyes as the sand began to move under the angels’ magic.
As we stared in awe, tiny gold and silver flecks began to rise from the seabed surrounding the angels. It was as if the angel’s power was sucking up all the gold and silver from below the sand. Within minutes, each of the golden angels had swirling gloves of gold and silver beneath their hands. None of us said a word; we were all speechless as we watched.
Just as the globes of gold and silver became large enough to nearly touch the angels’ hands, the silver angels raised their arms in the air. Their now glowing palms were facing the remains of the buildings they faced. Eight of the golden angels suddenly sent one of their shimmering globes to the waiting silver angels whose outstretched hands were waiting.
The silver winged angels didn’t flinch as the globes of silver and gold reached them, and as soon as the contact was made; vines began to appear from the shimmering balls. The vines were just like the vines that came out of the earth healing crafts. As they grew, more vines appeared, splitting from the first, and they all headed for the ruins in front of the angel.
“Wow,” Harrison said while we watched the vines reach the ruins.
The vines slithered around the ruins as if feeling their way before beginning to take shape. They seemed to be reforming the original frames of the ancient structures. They moved and settled in place, forming walls and ceilings, steps and enclosed walkways between each building. As the globes shrank to nothing; another eight golden angels sent more gold and silver to the waiting silver angels, and so it went on. The ruins were coming alive before our eyes.
When the last of the gold and silver was used, the silver angels lowered their arms. ‘I wonder if these angels realize how amazing they are,’ I thought as I took in the splendor before me. There was now a gold and silver city glistening on the seabed, but one that still couldn’t be used. The vines had created a decorative lattice framework, but that was all. As I was wondering what the angels were going to next, the golden angels began the same process all over again. Only this time, it wasn’t gold or silver rising and creating balls beneath their palms; it was mother of pearl.
When the tiny flecks of shell collected into the same size swirling globes, the angels sent them again to the silver angels. This time, the silver angels sent the flecks of shell in glistening streams, straight to the gold and silver framework, and we watched speechless as the mother of pearl filled in the spaces between the vines. Suddenly, there were real buildings forming under the sea, and before long, we were all looking at the most beautiful city I’d ever seen.
We were all staring at three magnificent pyramids, two large square buildings and many smaller structures. It was an amazing sight to take in, and we were all absolutely flabbergasted.
“Welcome to the city of Cubanaz,” Christik said, snapping us out of our amazed trances.
“So, this was one of your cities?” I asked, still feeling stunned.
Christik nodded her head.
“Yes, Mel, although originally it was made of local stone, so as to not disrupt the local environment,” Christik explained.
“Well, I don’t think anyone is going to mind spending time here,” I told her.
“How are they going to breathe down here?” James asked.
Tracey and the kids were still completely in awe of the whole situation with their mouths agape, looking from James and I to Christik.
“Watch, and you will see,” Christik answered gently.
All of us turned our attention back to the beautiful city and the angels. We looked just in time to see the silver and gold angels leaving. Each of them looked up and then forced their open wings down, shooting themselves through the ocean and back to the surface. When the last of the angels had gone, we all waited for the next thing to happen. None of us had any idea what it could be.
“Look!” April said excitedly as she pointed to the left of the city.
It took a few moments for my eyes and brain to figure out what I was seeing. It looked almost like the rig crafts that the angels used to clean the Earth’s oceans, but this craft looked slightly different. As it got closer, I could still see two large structures on either side of it, similar to the inlet and outlet pipes of the water cleaning crafts, but these were not quite the same.
We watched the craft get steadily closer to the city, and as it got to within fifty feet or so, it began to slowly descend. It made contact with the seabed with ease, and as soon as the contact was made, vines started to grow from the bottom of the craft, and large structures either side of it seemed to open. The vines softly dropped to the sand and traveled in all directions until they reached the city’s buildings. As the vines touched the stone bases, they passed through like a knife slicing through warm butter.
After a few minutes, the vines stopped, and the watercraft began to glow slightly. We could see some of the vines changing color, some turning from white to light blue and others changing to pale green.
“We are now removing the water from inside the city and replacing it with oxygen for you all,” Christik told us.
Within moments, tiny air bubbles were starting to appear from the pyramids and the other buildings.
“Are there leaks, Christik?” James asked, concern evident in his tone.
“No, James, do not worry. It is our way of keeping pressure; we do not want to cause you any harm,” she reassured him, “The city will have a constant supply of oxygen and all the supplies that will be needed.”
From where we watched, we could just make out flashes of light coming from inside the buildings, bouncing off the mother of pearl on the rooftops.
“My angels are arriving with the supplies now. Would you all like to see what the city looks like from inside.”
There were yes’ from all of us, and Christik smiled at our quick responses. I think she enjoyed showing us so many new things and seeing our reactions to them.
“Please take your seats,” she told us.
As we all sat back down; April looked concerned.
“What about the fish and the octopus? They’re still surrounding the craft?” She asked, looking at Christik with worry written all over her young face.
“They will not be harmed, April,” Christik told her kindly, “They will be collected while we are inside.”
Christik took her place at the front of the craft, and the moment her fingers touched to sides, the vines appeared and wrapped around her arms. As soon as we began to move, the fish and the octopus disbursed, before swimming after us. As we slowly moved towards the city, I began to realize just how big it was. The shimmering light from both crafts bounced off the gold, silver and mother of pearl, making the city look like it would be more at home in a fairytale rather than under the sea.
My mind thought back to the tales of Atlantis and other underwater ruins that had been discovered around the world.
“Christik, have you ever heard of Atlantis?” I asked as she steered us closer to the nearest tunnel leading to one of the large square buildings.
“When we built the city you refer to, we called it Atlantiz,” Christik said as she steered, “Its remains are in the Mariana drop, or trench as you call it. We settled there after your planet was hit by a large comet, which wipe
d out most of your creatures. It took a long time to clean the air and water enough for your creatures to thrive again,” she explained.
“So, you all lived deep in the ocean,” Harrison asked, suitably impressed.
“Yes, Harrison,” Christik answered.
“Well, no wonder nobody was able to find it,” he laughed.
“How did people hear of it if they couldn’t find it then?” Anthony asked.
I could tell by his face that questions where running through his mind, the same questions were running through mine.
“When we interacted with your earlier civilizations, some of their leaders were brought to Atlantiz. We wanted them to take us seriously and by seeing our city, they did,” Christik explained. “Unfortunately, we could not return as often as we would have liked. It was too easy for those civilizations to revert back to their old ways of greed and power.
Christik turned her attention back to steering the craft. We were getting closer to the tunnel, and because the craft was still transparent; we had an excellent view of what Christik was doing. Smoothly, she pulled up at the tunnel, and just as I wondered how we were supposed to get in, the craft and tunnel melted together before our eyes, creating a circular entrance.
You’d think after everything I’d seen since I’d woken up; I wouldn’t get surprised anymore, but that was not the case. Everything the angels did had me in awe of them.
Christik led us into the tunnel, and a cool, refreshing breeze flowed over my skin. It was like being in an air-conditioned building, but I could still smell the scent of the ocean in the air. It was hard to wrap my head around the fact that we were so deep underwater. We walked down the beautiful tunnel, the mother of pearl shining with iridescent colors, and we headed for the large square-shaped building.
The entrance to the building was the ancient stone with the silver and gold vines entwined in a stunning arch. As we walked in, our eyes darted everywhere as we tried to take in every detail. The angels had been extremely busy in such a short space of time, and no wonder; there were so many flashes of light as they flitted in and out with the supplies.
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