Atlantis, the Lost Continent

Narrator:
Atlantis is gone. But free men, *wiser* men, carried the culture from the mother empire to the four corners of the earth.

Princess Antillia:
I'm going home. And no law will hinder me.

Narrator:
When Columbus discovered America, a series of mysteries arose to confound the scholars of Europe. Here are two continents, completely isolated from each other, yet they simultaneously developed similar cultures. For example, the Mayans measured time on the same principle as the Gregorian calendar of Europe. They used the same signs of the zodiac, the same decimal and mathematical system. They valued silver and gold, using both for jewelry and barter. Another mystery was the banana plant, a native of Asia that cannot be grown from seed, yet Columbus found it thriving in the New World. Elephants at that time did not exist in the Americas, yet their likenesses were cleaved on the walls of prehistoric caves in Peru. The pyramids in Mexico and in Egypt were built on identical architectural principles. Then there was the striking resemblance of a witch of Spain, and the witch depicted in the New World. But the most significant of all, Mayan and Aztec legends shared with Greek and Hebrew and Assyrian literature an account of a terrible deluge, a deluge many believe had destroyed the link, the mother empire, that had spread her civilization to both sides of the Atlantic. The Greek scholar Plato recorded this theory first, over two thousand years ago. There was once another continent: Atlantis: The Lost Continent.

Princess Antillia:
Where is this miserable hovel, and why do I wear the garb of slaves?

Demetrios:
Remove the wedge.

Black slave:
Hurry, hurry!

Demetrios:
Set the bit deeper.

Black slave:
Hurry, hurry!

Black slave:
Volcano awake!

Slaves:
Hurry, hurry!

Black slave:
Destroy the crystal!

Slaves:
Hurry, hurry!

Black slave:
Before the full moon!

Slaves:
Hurry, hurry!

Black slave:
Before Zaren sails!

Slaves:
Hurry, hurry!

Black slave:
Come up lava!

Slaves:
Soon, soon!

Black slave:
Crystal be damned!

Slaves:
Damned, damned!

Black slave:
Zaren shall not conquer!

Slaves:
No, no!

Black slave:
Hurry, hurry!

Slaves:
Hurry, hurry, hurry...

Black slave:
[chanting] Volcano awake!

Slaves:
Hurry, hurry!

Black slave:
Come up, lava!

Slaves:
Hurry, hurry!

Black slave:
Our days are numbered!

Slaves:
Hurry, hurry!

Black slave:
Destroy the crystal!

Slaves:
Hurry, hurry!

Black slave:
Before the full moon!

Slaves:
Hurry, hurry! [break while Xandros looks outside]

Black slave:
Come up, lava!

Slaves:
Now, now!

Black slave:
Crystal be damned!

Slaves:
Damned - !

Demetrios:
The end has come.

Azor the High Priest:
Empty! Just as all the others. The bees have deserted us.

Demetrios:
Strange.

Azor the High Priest:
Each morning of my life I have awakened to the singing of birds. Now only silence greets the day. Perhaps it is instinct, call it what you will, but they *sense* something, something evil. A strange breeze now rises with every outgoing tide, blowing dead leaves out toward the open sea. The humblest insects seem to know it carries them, not to destruction, but to survival. Even the seeds forsake their mother soil. All nature senses that the end is near. Man alone turns deaf ears to nature's warnings.