This story is about a city that sank beneath the fresh clear seas a thousand years before Atlantis was ever marked down in the myths of history. The Keneena City was and still is the second cousins in relation to the Atlantians, the Atlantians held the power/lifesouce of a blue gem/crystal that prolonged their lives and was as a living entity to the survival the Atlantian culture. The Keneeneans held a power source similar, in the form of an rare orange crystal. In this story you will be following the adventures of a princess of Keneena and discover what Keneenean life might have been like; Princess Ceshcaclameshcama (Ceesh-ca-cla-mish-ca-mae) is a young woman in the royal palace about the age of 17 in our ageline, but by Keneenean culture she would be 150 years of age with the body and mind of a teenager.
This is a legend of fiction...
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Ceshcaclameshcama also called Ceshca for convenience, walked into the royal library. Her hair was long dark brown with natural orange highlights in it, deep green eyes and soft facial features made one think of a young forest nymph, but this wasn't a forest tale nor was the princess a nymph. The young woman wore a decorated bra top to support her ample C cups, the color of orange with light blue leaf patterns made of beads and small pebbles to give the bra a tougher exterior and padding that protected and supported rather than flaunted her breasts. A toned stomach ran the length of her with a navel ring, her hips were curvy and her thighs thick, a softer more breathable fabric made up her skirt which matched the color and design of her top. This was typical for Keneenean women attire, although personal preference varied among them.
Ceshca wore little jewelry, a gold 1 inch band was on her left upper arm and a few gold ankle bracelets adorned her right ankle, and simple gold hoops hung from her earlobes. Though the most valued piece wasn't merely a necklace, nor was it as simple as a gem drop pendant. Resting in the curve of her cleavage was a 1 inch orange crystal, it was supported by an intricate metal vine that clasped the crystal in it's entirety, curving and curling around the rock which was shaped like a rough teardrop. A 14 inch stainless steel chain attatched to the top end of the metal vine which then wrapped around Ceshca's neck. All Keneeneans wore this same crystal, though the cut of each rock was vasty different for each individual.
Keneeneans were sea going people, the capital was were the royal palace was placed at the heart of the city, they had been on the surface for many generations until a meteor struck nearby sinking the culture into the depths of the ocean, only to have them survive because of an underwater cavern that served as a large pocket of rock and air. Keneena's surface location is speculated to be somewhere in the facinity of Cuba or near it anyway, but truthfully none know the true location of the former Keneenean city. All surface dwellers believed the city to be drowned, lost to the sea, but there were those few who go against popular beliefs and accepted speculations. A team of scientist and specialist were organized by some of the richest indepedent men in the world to research the history of Keneena and it's culture.
Ceshca had been only a child when the meteor had struck, sinking her home and laying waste to those sections of it that failed to sink with the capital and it's surrounding areas, the ruins lay elsewhere at the bottom of the ocean unknown and untouched by surface dwellers. Keneena had to rebuild and relearn a new way of life once the city came to rest in a strange pocket of air, a massive underwater cavern miles beneath the crushing waters but held up by the mighty rock like dome that saved them while the meteors destructive powers settled and churned the world around them.
Ceshca was the princess of Keneena while her father, King Montimma (Mon-tin-may) was the ruler of the city- her mother, Queen Acsicease (Ac-se-cea-see) had perished while giving birth to Ceshca's younger sister Veshna (Vi-sh-nah). Veshna would follow Ceshca everywhere, naturally the older woman didn't mind in the least bit. Veshna was only nine years old by Keneena standards but to our ageline she was already eleven or twelve. The Keneenean culture was fluent in every language known to the surface world, they had to be because while they were still on the surface they would barter and trade with every culture that happened to have trade routes at sea, this knowledge had not been lost to them when they sank beneath the waves, lost to even time itself.
Ceshca picked out her favorite book and sat down to begin reading it in the high arching window seat. Veshna merely sat in front of her older sister, staring intently.
"Well child go pick out a book and read if you so wish." said Ceshca once she glanced up to find herself being watched. While Veshna was looking for a book the two palace leopards came bounding into the library, one black the other orange. The orange one was Veshna's, Meadasha (Me-dash-ah) and the black one was Ceshca's, Kela (Key-lah).
Kela merely joined her owner, laying down next to Ceshca while she read; purring a deep love song to her. Suddenly a royal messanger burst into the room.
