The natural disaster that sank Atlant(is)
‘How the times of tribulation arrived: The sun had been hidden behind the clouds all summer, as if it were loathe to see the earth. The wind rested in its cave, causing smoke and vapour to rise like pillars over the houses and stagnant pools. This produced air that was dull and gloomy, and there was neither good cheer nor joy in people’s hearts. In the midst of this silence, the earth began to shake as if it were dying:
Mountains split apart to spew fire and fires. Others sank down into her lap, and where there had once been fields, mountains now towered up. Aldland, called Atland by the seafarers, sank down and the wild lagoon rose over the mountains and valleys, submerging that everything beneath the sea. Many people were buried in the earth and many who escaped the fire simply perished later on in the waters. The mountains spat fire not only in the lands of the Frisians, but also in Twiskland. Forests burned, one after the after, and when the wind came from there, our lands were strewn with ashes, while rivers shifted and new islands of sand and floating creatures appeared at their mouths.
The earth suffered like this for three years. And when she came to rest, you could see her wounds. Many lands had sunk, others had risen from the sea, and half the forests of Twiskland were left destroyed. Groups of the Finda people came to settle in the abandoned spaces. Those that had departed our lands were killed or became their slaves. So, vigilance was certainly the order of the day, and time taught us that unity is our strongest fortress.’