Excerpt from The Atlantean Legacy:

Her home, Atlantis, had a population of nearly a hundred thousand people. Outside the city limits, in the contiguous territory, lay fertile farmland whose produce fed the population. From her view above the island, she could see that immediately surrounding the agricultural developments was a large dense forest that thinned out as the elevation increased. The forest changed into hills, which shape-shifted into a primeval mountain range. In the midst of the mountains’ sensuous rounded peaks was an active volcano. Although she couldn’t see it, she had heard that hidden on a ledge on the rim of the volcano was the entrance to a crystal cave where many rare and precious Atlantean crystals were mined.
From the air she could see how the mountain range resembled the body of a woman and understood now why it had been named after the Goddess. It was simply called The Lady. An ancient river, called Mother’s Milk, fed by the snow in the upper elevations of The Lady, snaked around her crests and peaks, eventually making its way to the coast. It was there, at the mouth of the river, where the military camp was located, that her family had lived—until Setep had been killed. On the other side of the mountain range, toward the eastern side of the island where they were heading, lay the Temple of the Great Goddess and the Temple grounds, the place where Akana hoped to be for the rest of her life. Beyond the island were other Atlantean colonies with other Temples, very different from what she knew; some housing only priestesses – the Sister Temples, as they were called – or only priests, the Brother Temples, but for now her world lay here on her precious island and the Temple of the Great Goddess where she was heading.
Akana was entranced by the colors and the patterns created by the geographic changes of the land that lay below. There were many trees but they were often stunted and the ground was generally dry in the arid climate. Gazing over the landscape, she could see the intricate patterns of the vineyards that lay across the hillsides. These vineyards produced prized, succulent grapes, the basis of an industry of fine wines made on the island, that were exported to cities all over the planet. In addition to the grapes, crops of other fruits and vegetables were grown on the hillsides. When rainfall was scarce, as it often was, the crops had to be irrigated. But despite the lack of rain, with the supplementation of individual gardens grown by most inhabitants of Atlantis, there was always an ample amount of food produced to support the population.
Akana’s thoughts began to drift. She reflected on how the sun shone most days on Atlantis and how hot it could get. To escape the heat, everyone would rest in the middle of the day. The nights were cooler so the evenings were full of activity. She envisioned the clear night skies as the darkness overtook the colors of the breathtaking sunsets and endless sparkling stars emerging in the heavens. It never failed to enchant her.
“Atlantis is beautiful, isn’t it?” her driver inquired, interrupting her thoughts.
Akana nodded. Her mind returned to the present as she watched the splendor passing below.
Her chauffeur, a sturdily build older man with a neatly trimmed graying beard, was full of details about the history of her Atlantean home. “Of course, as we all learn before we even enter school, Atlantis was at one time a much larger land mass,” he began. “You can’t see it from here, but to the northeast there are the broken up parts of what used to be the whole continent of Atlantis where thousands of years ago they fought the battles that all our children are taught about in school. If you ever get the chance to fly over that area, you can still see the submerged sections of the continent.” Akana sat forward, intrigued more than she expected to be. Even though she knew her history from her classes in school, her curiosity was piqued by the driver’s version of the story.