Thinkers Island a utopia like Atlantis is born

Was the great flood a result of a giant meteor passing by earth and shifting its axis? It could have been the demise of Atlantis like it was the birth of Thinkers Island.

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Thinkers Island was born from this catastrophe and evolved similar to Atlantis, a Utopia.  

“Your Majesty, the object that I’ve been looking at in the sky is approaching quickly and will soon have a great effect on our land,” the astronomer announced, panting at the doorway to the king’s dining chamber. The king, obviously not moved, took a slow sip from his goblet before responding. “I looked into your amazing device, my dear Eron, and could see the small object that you refer to. But surely you wouldn’t have me believe that it could hurt or in any way destroy my kingdom?” he asked with a mocking smirk.

“It only appeared small because it was so far away, Your Majesty, but it now appears much larger and will reach us in three days.”

“Do you take me for a fool?” He smacked the table, grabbed his goblet, and pushed his seat out, rising and pacing around.

“Who would believe such a story, Eron? You and all the other mathematicians, philosophers, and astronomers—Thinkers, as you are all called—have always been a plague to our kingdoms, infecting the minds of our citizens with theories and concepts. Now you tell me that there is an object growing as it nears. I’m sorry, but it’s obvious that you and the other Thinkers are quite hexed, and for this reason I have rounded up all who share your preposterous views. You will go where you can theorize and philosophize, and stop meddling in our kingdoms.”

“Go where, Your Majesty? What do you mean?”

“We’ve established a new colony for you Thinkers located high up on the white mountain range so that you can all look at and study the stars, like fools. That is, if you don’t die. The winter is unforgiving in those mountains, and they say that the wolves and bears are always hungry.”

“I’ve come to warn you and this is how you repay me, Your Majesty?”

“Perhaps you would prefer that I followed King Well’s suggestion that we round you all up and execute you? He has had cases of insolence due to theories by Thinkers in his kingdom, and he would have you all dead. Out of consideration for our friendship, I have chosen exile over execution, so at least you have a chance. Now go collect your family and belongings. In the morning the guards will escort you to the new Thinkers’ colony”

Eron staggered toward his home, unsure how his family would survive in those mountains; they were accustomed to living well, and now that would all be gone. To Eron this seemed like a far greater disaster than the object headed toward them, and he wondered how he would tell his wife.

“I have a special commission from the king to study the sky from a better vantage point, and he has requested that I bring my lens to higher grounds. We must collect our most important belongings and be ready to travel in the morning.”

“Travel? Where, my husband?”  Eron could not hold back his tears, confessing the cruel orders from the king as he dismantled his lens. “I will bring the warm clothing for the children. Winter will soon set in,” was all she could say, tears clouding her eyes as she stumbled about her home collecting items and placing them in a basket.

The king was not all cruel, and shelters with provisions had been arranged for the families in this new colony. Eron’s was located on a clearing suitable for his lens to view the sky. On the night that he predicted the object to arrive, he and the other astronomers exiled there viewed the sky through his lens. They saw a huge rock pass close to the earth and continue toward the moon. From their calculations, it was ten times larger than the king’s castle.

The next morning, Delas, a messenger from the people known as the Feelers, below in the valley, came seeking Eron. “The earth has changed. We did not see anything last night, but we know something happened.”

Eron shared his experience of the night before, telling him of the tremendous boulder that he and the other astronomers saw through his lens.

“We must study the sky carefully tonight; the stars can tell us many things,” suggested Aryabhata, an astronomer from the east, motivating the others to spend the rest of the day setting up their various devices in Eron’s field.

As the stars unveiled themselves in the sky, the Thinkers all stared. Some had lenses of their own and some shared Eron’s.

“Damn it! My astronometer is misaligned. It must’ve been the trip up this wretched mountain,” spouted Leones, one of the astronomers.

As the stars became clearer into the night, drawings and diagrams of the stars were scattered all around, checked and rechecked by the astronomers. Just like Leones’s, all their different devices showed a forty-degree misalignment. They all agreed that the huge rock had caused the earth to shift, and now the mathematicians were fervently analyzing what the effect of this would be. After hours of mathematical formulas, they all agreed.

“Based on the calculated tilt and the distance, we have two months before the ocean reaches here and floods everything below us,” one of the mathematicians revealed.

“If we try to warn the king, he will not believe us. How erroneous that instead of sending us to a life of misery as they planned, they’ve actually saved us,” Eron said.

“I believe you,” responded Delas, “and will convince my people to abandon our city and come up to the mountain and build a new one near your colony. The king has convinced the others in our kingdom to think ill of you all, and they will believe him now that your predictions of a collision have come to nothing. They certainly will not believe that the ocean, which is so far away, will come here.”

“We must warn the people to move to higher grounds,” Eron suggested, and Delas hurried down the mountain to spread the word, and for the next two months those who believed colonized high up in the mountains, preparing for the inevitable as the shift of the planet conjured great storms with relentless rain.

“Do you smell a different odor in the air?” asked Delas, soaking wet and slightly out of breath from having run from his village, a distance from where the Thinkers were building theirs. The sounds of the saws and hammers stopped and a rumble emanating from below in the valley grew stronger.

“It is the smell of brine, salt, and seaweed,” answered Eron. “The ocean has arrived.”  From his field they watched helplessly as giant waves roared through the mountains, engulfing all the land below and taking with them everything and everyone in their path. As time went on, the climate changed, and instead of   a cold mountaintop, this place became a warm, beautiful, and lush island which they called Thinkers Island.

An excerpt from Thinkers Island, book one of The Battle For Consciousness.
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