In the time before the Canoptic branch silted

In the time before the Canoptic branch silted and Haraklion sunk beneath the waves, the sun ruled wisely and the moon shone peacefully on the green land.

The plants flowered giving forth fruit, & the beasts of the earth became plentiful frolicking among the hills & valleys. So was Haraklion when the first ships of Amazon landed

on her shores, but once the invaders settled inland, their abandoned vessels started to rot. Some Haraklions, chased out of the jungle, found refuge in the hulls of those ships, e

maciated by the relentless winds from the open sea. The eroded cliffs seemed dangerous and the Heraklions lived on edge. Inland, the invader tribes were planning on enslaving

the local populace into supplying labor for the tourism industry, because most of the invaders were sun-worshipping hedonists thronging to Crete to turn their bodies into golden lo

honor the sun that the great mother gave to them. The golden heathens sang a song of praise to their mother as the sun rose, as the soldiers ransacked our seaside village.

I stood torn, unsure whether to risk my life attempting to defend my home from the barbaric martial forces descending upon it, or remain to watch this strangely moving ritual.

Keeping my eyes on the mayhem, I slithered behind a barrel marked TNT before checking my phone for messages. Kate called again, saying she was sorry. DELETE. Nash texted, asking

And then I woke up.