John, the first man to return from Atlantis since it fell beneath the waves, was killed three days after he appeared. It was enough to transmit the message to those who had ears to hear, and his sacrifice will always be remembered.
Whole forests of our agents we had planted. Our friends on the outside, consciously unaware, suddenly had the urge to write on certain websites or journals, to play games wherein they suddenly found themselves in the midst of this forest as it began to pull up its roots.
"Come," cried the Ents, as they stood up, carrying redwoods and local trees and plants, creatures which had not yet the motility necessary. I, my thoughts moving with an elaborate slowness and purpose, had planned the march with my root system, tendrils interlocking with brothers and sisters all the way up that steep mountain side. At the top they had placed a grue, chained with a magical chain so that all those accompanying us on our exodus would be able to look at it without harm. After we had passed, it would be released to guard the pass.
The Ents, subsonically groaning under the incredible weight of the silent forest, began to walk. Atlanteans, shapeshifters, herders, friends, helped to gather the animals and human-friends still unawakened, to send them in the direction. Puffing mightily, many redwood-friends standing somewhat unsteadily on the earth-shell upon my back, in good company of thousands of creatures who had chosen themselves to be saved with their prayers, I stepped upon the ridge. Looking far left past some branches at last I caught site with my own eyes of the grue, its eyes glowing. Glad was I for the magical chain, and that we would not have to witness its ravages.
Looking back, I see the desolate landscape of a land abandoned by its denizens, roots pulled up and moved on. I did not know, nor did I care to ask, what fabled Atlantis had planned for the earth-takers and those whose blood did not stir with the powerful message that had been sent to the world. We marched. Over the rise, we saw the sun glint off pristine lakes, and the smells of happy pine forestland beckoned us. It is time to begin a new chapter.
