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bays had not seen what had happened, but the destruction was so vast it was as if they had picked up the raw emotion of their fellow beings killed and their homeland destroyed. They moaned, cried, and prayed, now uncertain of their fate.
    On the sailing ship the man called out to the ship’s captain, advising him to turn the stern directly into the oncoming wave. The man slid his sword into a worn leather scabbard and watched the towering cliff of water approaching. The captain did so and as other vessels capsized and were swept under, this ship rode up the face. So high and steep was the wall of water that all on board scrambled to grab hold to prevent being thrown overboard. The man wrapped one powerful arm around the woman’s waist and with the other he grabbed hold of the wooden railing.
    A screaming sailor flew by, disappearing into the churning water below. The man’s grip held tight as gravity tore others from the ship. Still the ship rode up the wave front, now over half a mile high. The man twisted his head upward, seeing the crest just above them. Slowly the ship went from vertical to horizontal as it passed over onto the top of the wall of water.
    “Hold on still!” the man yelled to the surviving crewmen as they slid down the less steep back side of the tsunami. It took over a minute, but finally the ship settled in relatively calm water, the wave racing away from them. Debris and bodies littered the ocean. The man let go of the woman’s waist, but she kept her grip on him as both looked back. Where Atlantis had been there was nothing but ruin and waste.
    The woman finally spoke in a strange language. “A truce, Gwalcmai.”
    The man seemed to know what she meant. “They are neutralized here. They are no longer Gods.” “For the time being.”
    “Time is a valuable commodity, Donnchadh. We didn’t have it, but maybe things will be different here. We have helped accomplish the first stage of our mission. The Airlia have fought among themselves and both sides, in essence, have lost.”
    Donnchadh didn’t look convinced. “But neither side has been defeated. And you know this truce is a farce. Both will try to use Guides and Shadows to—”
    Gwalcmai held a hand up, stopping her words. “We’ve done what we can. Which is more than we could have hoped for. We have gained the people here time. And we will be around to help in the final war when it does come.”
    He walked to the shaken captain and gave him orders. The bow of the ship turned to the northeast. When he returned he noted that the woman’s eyes were distant, as if she were looking beyond the devastation around them.
    “He has long since passed on,” he said, knowing she was thinking of their son. “I know,” Donnchadh replied, “but I can still mourn.”
    Gwalcmai looked at the dazed sailors and refugees on the ship. “Mourning is all that seems to come of this.”
    She nodded sadly. “There will be much more mourning before it is all over.”
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    The mothership passed over the tsunami that the explosion had caused, the wave now over three- quarters of a mile high and moving outward at four hundred miles an hour.
    The mothership crossed the coast of Europe and continued to the east. It came to a halt above a landmass centrally located between Europe, Africa, and Asia. It was above the highest peak in the area, what would be called Agri Dagi and then Mount Ararat, and it descended to just above the top, where the gangplank was extended and the cargo bay doors opened. The rescued people poured out, some crushed to death in the rush to get off the ship.
    After all humans were off and well on their way down Mount Ararat, the mothership, like its counterpart in North America, carved out a cavern near the top of the mountain, in which it was then buried by its crew, who later departed to the east via several saucers. The majority of the released humans fled in all directions, but a small handful remained on the mountain, old ties to the