The Macabre Adventures of "Siren the Great": by Dennis L. Siluk

Among us, Satan! (Poetic Prose, Part one and two)

2009-04-17T10:28:00.000-07:00

Among us, Satan!
(Poetic Prose) Part I of II

As told by Ur’el the Archangel

Of ancient times, all the sons of God were present and Satan also, a part of the eternal mind. He came from time to time, to watch and see, to mock and be, among the light of heaven. He had chosen his eternal path, with the mortal dust on earth. He knew there was no darkness in the universe could hide him from the eyes of God; from whence he came from. Even the secrets of his mind, he could not hide “What moment was mine?” he said and so he separated his mind, whirled it away hid it in the stream of change. There to empty it.

In the interim, He was bragging, feeling he had more knowledge of man than God, and God not admitting it. Satan told God, face to face, near, should to shoulder, “You are disconnected with man, and you created him.”

Among men there was no question of the existence of God, or Satan, only the reason God allowed an evolution to take place of man’s notion of God allowing Satan to plant innumerable gods on earth in his place. In of whom certain characteristics of Satan himself were similar, and the abstract gods concrete and complete, in variations, traversed the earth. Perhaps God knew the animal in man, wanted to become a god. And Satan fashioned his means, to meet his end.

And so it happens that Satan set up his own little stage being less concerned with God’s. And Satan said:” If I am Evil and as you see, the people are on equal, not opposite ways with me on earth, why do you or your angels go forth and put no stop to this?”

God looked at Satan, said “You never did understand, who seeks to establish the truth of something has already assumed by translating the dramatic action of his fellow followers, fulfils his own fascination, it is the logic of appearances, as opposed to the logic of true forms. We are characters to man; on the other hand, you are a tragedy to many and so revealed in your retributive fate. You are in, what I created a natural process of law, indifferent to those who oppose it. You are the spectacle of suffering as the effect of evil. And you think you are in the mind of God, and you are not. I can know things, and not know them. Knowledge is knowing of, and not knowing of. Is it possible for me to doubt? (Satan couldn’t answer that) How can man be made perfect, without knowing evil? Man judges himself, as he oppresses himself. If I reduce you to insignificance, it detracts from the design of things. You are here Satan, but you are not here. If you were to be remoulded you would be naught, you would be doubtfully useful, and you are who you are. If you have any reality at all, it is to your own world, and since that is a world that resists Good, you will be left with your kind where its nature is unaffected by its duration. The time will pass from one point to another, without taking time, this is your end. Your greatest act is in traversing the lesser acts of mankind to carry them along with you—co-ordinating your Army to help. You have one act—evil, and you do it with a wanton delight, glorifying its own activity. You see man as mere matter, forms. I see them as for the perfect form, the divine form, within time without end, which I seek to extend throughout space. In the long run, you are only the surface, determined already by your acts. The inflicted by you maybe of a great mass, but they can be purified, you cannot.”

“So much you know,” said Satan to God, “you dare not make me your equal!”

“You seek something that can never be; you stood outside of time, before I created time, because I created you so. Not like man. You stand in front of me double-faced, and try to make me believe you have forgotten your choice, the act you took to change and be divisible. And offer to man, your act, all that you are, you are only a moment of friction! No more. An impact on a material world; this strange reverence men pay to you for a moment of fascination is out of fear and to duplicate it, to learn the evil in life, and use it, against the weak and helpless things. Earth is your throne, when evil comes, where you can divide and separate it at will. Judge it to be as you wish. But what it is like, is you, a fluctuating tide, that comes in for a short period of time, and gathers up its lusts, and goes with age out to the sea to die.”

Satan’s Ghosts
Part II of II

(Ur’al’s Immortal Youth)

It was of ancient times, when Satan and God stood face to face, and near, shoulder to shoulder, and I stood far back, by the Golden Gates of Heaven, and its silver plated pathway, when I overheard this conversation. I Ur’el of immortal youth; It was a time when men understood the tongues of animals, and could speak to them on earth. It is all but forgotten now, and put into tales. It was a time when the earth was covered with shades, and trenches were dug to make sacrifices of bulls to drain their blood in those wide trenches, to drink their blood to the demigods, Satan’s horde, to the Henchmen of Hell, and all, to gain immortal youth. A strange time indeed, and there were many who lived among the ghosts of earth, said they were, for they could not be touched, and when the wind came, they were blurred faces to the living. They were vapour drifting over desolate marshes. There was more than one death back in those far-off days, and this ghostly death, left them blind with grief, to live and be dead among the living, and to watch the living, live in the dead, the ghosts of Satan’s handiwork, not for all but for some; for there were others who chose this end, for a time being, and those who had no choice.

4-16-2009 (No: 2593)

E- Book Mall Best Sellers List (ebookmall)

2009-04-16T00:06:00.001-07:00

E- Book Mall Best Sellers List (ebookmall)

Of their top Horror best Sellers, 100-list, Mr. Siluk’s “Tiamat, Mother of Demon,” was number 52, on: 4-16-2009. Steven King’s: “The Girl Who Loved Tom,” 65; “From a Buick 8” 66. “Frankenstein,” 67.

The Yellow Planet (An out of sequence, 'Cadaverous Planet' sketch)

2008-08-06T22:14:00.000-07:00

The Yellow Planet (An out of sequence, ‘Cadaverous Planet’ Sketch)

The trip was nasty, packed like bananas in a cargo bin, hurtling though space like an asteroid. Siren, and her two comrades, Tangor and Rognat, were with her, and they were for once not in the Black Galaxy, rather next door to earth’s solar system. Which consisted of the planet Moiromma, which her mother was born on, and Ice Cap, its moon, and Cibara was nearby and the comet Sedna as large as earth’s moon, and the unexplored planet called the Yellow Planet, which was on the same rotation as Cibara, in which it crept through the asteroid belt into earth’s solar system, and past Jupiter, so fast it was never seen as a planet, but rather as an asteroid or comet, but it was a planet, about half the size of earth’s moon.

“We have landed on the Yellow Planet, my feet just touched solid ground,” said Tangor, for the records, the commander of this flight being Rognat, his long time friend, and Siren, known as the liberator of the planet of SSARG, in the Black Galaxy (or often referred to as the Dark Galaxy).
It had all the amenities Earth and SSARG hand, as far as life support goes, such as: air and green growth, and a brilliant blue skies, and a laborious sun and it speed seemed to some kind of another force radioactive. It was a particular destination, one they didn’t really plan on making because rumors were, it was a god-forsaken planet, and for the record, yet it was in their path way, between Jupiter and Moiromma, and unexplored by anyone.

The air was moist as us two men, myself Tangor, and partner Rognat, walked out of the spacecraft, the atmospheric pressure, density was shown to be fine, it simply had a little too much oxygen on hand, and too much moist air, and the temperatures were above 90F.
When we had landed, Siren stayed behind, looking through the glass observer, a kind of porthole, a kind of peril-glass, it showed how high the radiation level, the suns emission discharge of energy onto the planet was, and what within its view might be harmful to our bodies, or infected by its substances within the environment. Rognat and I were excited to explore, and take the risk, Siren, as always, was thinking, planning and digesting everything insight.
It was a yellow nightmare, all the vegetation was yellow, and the atmospheric moister that fell was yellow condensed, not much green in the living plant life, but some. A lush tropical yellow forest, with tints of green; swamp-like growth raised all about, and the mud was even yellowish-brown, fertile yellow:
“Let’s go,” said Tangor, yelling and waving at Siren, but she remained on ship, and the two tall bull-like men, weather-beaten from the trip moved forward. They never questioned Siren, she was not one to do that to, they simply left well enough alone, if something was too dangerous, she’d let them know.

And so the two hunters, warriors, space travelers started their interspatial exploration of the planet, without Siren. He already had his coat of arms in the form of a flag, in the ground, and used as a marker of sorts. The ground under them got softer, the farther into the woods they went, oozed with yellow mud as they stepped further into forest’s swirling mist, hardly seeing what was ahead, flagpole now behind in the mud, he did say, for the record, “I claim this body of land in the name of Siren the Great!”
Tangor and his partner were famous throughout parts of the Black Galaxy and earth’s solar system, and Moiromma’s solar system, but Siren was feared everywhere, and so it was best to implant the fear sooner than later, and those who wished to challenge her right later let it be so.
The slimy ooze of mud crept up like a living force, as they sank down the further they stepped into the woods.
“Curse this mud,” said Rognat, “this planet is for the birds and who knows what else could survive here.”
“What is it,” asked Tangor, Rognat was kicking something, some kind of slimy creature out of his way.
“Looks similar to those vipers on planet SSARG, you know, the ones that live in the tall grasses, and are everywhere, the one Siren fought with, that Blaze, giant viper, but this one was just an eighth of the size we encountered there. Meaning this viper, a one tooth viper a great saber tooth viper, was perhaps only four or five feet, and about the circumference of his waste, which was about forty-two inches round, he was not fat, he was almost seven feet tall, and two hundred and sixty pounds. Tangor and Rognat were about the same age, the same built, except Tangor was more the warrior, the savage, the man with the spear, long hair, bloodshot eyes, silver bands around his upper arms, and Rognat was more the space adventurous person the more princely looking combatant, with a mustache and goatee (a small dark trimmed beard that went to appoint), eyes like a vipers, and he often wore a green flat had covering the top of his head, and long hair, brought back around his ears (where as Tangor’s hair was long but straggly). The ship belonged to Rognat; it was his ship they were on. And for those who know the history of these three characters, Siren gave birth to Rognat’s daughter, but that is another story, for another time.

Tangor (The warrior) & Rognat (Space Traveler)

“Here’s a dry spot,” said Tangor, suggesting they might stop for a moment and gather their thoughts, “I don’t like the looks of things, maybe it is good Siren remained behind, incase we get into a jam!”
And then Tangor gave Rognat a look to go forward, peering over to his sides apprehensively.
“Thought I saw something big move up ahead of us!” remarked Tangor.
The two followed the glance; they couldn’t find a thing once they got to where he spotted the movement.
“Perhaps I’m mistaken, but let’s keep an eye out,” Tangor said.
Rognat grinned, and followed by suggestion and Tangor’s lead.
“I think Tangor,” said Rognat irritated, “this mud, at least the yellow part of it is alive, if undulated it might form something like tentacles, because it keeps pulling at me, or the intent that tentacles do, or can do. Now that I think of it, when the snake had that yellow substance on it, with the mud it had energy, when I kicked my feet, and the mud came off, and the snake’s yellow mud rolled off because of the moisture, it left, it lost its energy source, its get-up-and-go spring.”
Then Tangor wiped the mud off his boots, and stopped, to rest, and took some leafage and wiped his gloves with them, and the leaves with the branches of the tree they came off of, started to grab him as if it was living, a living force had entered it, an entity; plus Rognat went to rescue him, but he had a lot of yellow mud on his hands, and when he pulled the branches and vines away from Tangor, it just replenished the energy within the tree with the yellow mud Rognat put back onto it, they were both fighting to free themselves now.
The harder they fought, the more mud they kicked up, the thicker the branches become until they turned into claws like on a wild cat, pressed close to heir bodies, monstrosity flooded their cerebellums with the substance within the mud, the yellow death, and they both screamed for Siren.

“Help! Help!...” Tangor shouted for the umpteenth time, then lost his energy, as did Rognat; they were several miles into the forest of death now.
They both became dizzy, their ankles tight with the tentacles of the trees, and the snakes now kicked their bodies about trying to feed the tree more of the yellow mud-substance, to keep its strength thriving, so it could kill the two invaders, and now both Tangor and Rognat, were next to fainting, from the heat, exhaustion, the lack of water, and the horror they found themselves in, the nausea from the mud and snakes alone was too much to bear, and now the creatures were trying to bite them them, and their faces become distorted from the infection that was entering their bodies, but the creatures only had one tooth, like a needle, they plunged it into the legs of both invaders, a saber tooth, long and thin, but it only sunk into the flesh an inch or so, the boots wee thick.
“What are you doing to my leg?” said Rognat, the snake was trying to rip his boots off, because only the end part of their tooth was harmful, pricking the skin, was not killing them, and they wanted to infect it deeper.
The thing must had broken its tooth off, the one main snake that would not leave the two astronauts, it indicted it was hurt from the driving force it used on Rognat; he, Rognat could see the inside of its mouth, deep in the fatty tissue, it was bleeding, discoloration appeared, and it turned about and died. Thus the loss of the saber tooth of the viper was a death sentence.
Tangor shook his head, “Put some antiseptic on it when we get back,” and they both laughed, as if they had lost their senses, but not their sense of humor.
Rognat was not the beast Tangor was, and Tangor was not the thinker Rognat was, yet Tangor knew it and told Rognat, “Be strong, we’ll get out of here yet, Siren knows we’re in some kind of trouble, we’ve been gone a long time, she’ll come, I’m sure she’ll come, we’re not going to die this way, not on this loathsome planet.”
For the first time Tangor noticed Rognat was really scared, he even heaved from his mouth, although he did not say a word.

That was hours ago, of course, he is resting now, as I write this for the records, he, being my companion Rognat is still not awake yet, he’s in the ships hospital bed. The three of us will leave the planet in a few hours: what had happened was this: something in the yellow mud, the chemicals of some kind had gotten into our blood stream, killing us slowly, as the trees and the snakes and this whole deadly planet started killing us slowly, Siren sensed something fomenting in the atmosphere, something that changed the compound of the mud, making it yellow, and infectious, some chemically which by way of the mud got into our blood-stream, and is in almost everything on this planet to a certain degree, and when this mud touches whatever it touches, it creates chemical reactions with the system it touches, be it mud, or foliage, or animal or human, or alien, and that put us in to harms way, frightened Rognat into a childlike behavior, psychologically, I blustered into fatigue myself, and Siren having witnessed the grotesque horror after making her body an antidote to the planet’s madness came searching for us, I suppose she was for a while one third-human, one third-Moiromma, and one third Yellow-planet, her system that is, and she smashed through the dead and pouring awful yellowish mingled cells of the veins, and mud and rescued us like a storm trooper, like I told Rognat she would.
I see Siren now, she’s grinning at me as I write this down into the annuals of our adventurers into space, to be read by humans and all those other alien forces out there, another day, she just whispered, “Lie a little…!”

Note: of the many sketches and short novelettes, and stores this author has done pertaining to the Cadaverous Planets, this story here was not meant to be part of the sequence, that was written over the past five years, although it is in relation to the characters of that series, and of the solar system the author has used, being that near his infamous planet Moiromma. 8-6-2008

The Devil’s Ominous Haiku’s

2007-02-03T10:37:00.000-08:00

The Devil’s Ominous Haiku’s
(Taken from his parlor and sent directly to you)

Peril on the Wind

Alas! ‘What cry was that?’
Peril on the wind!
Death from infinity…!

#1665 2-2-2007

Ringing from Hell

I sink, ‘Thou seized me!’
I hear, “Ringing, ringing!”
I see, the bells of Hell:”

#1666 2-3-2007

Devil’s Road

I see, only Iris’
I hear, only echoes
The road is so desolate!

#1667 2-2-2007

Beautiful Devil

The heart with a flame
Can melt the heart of ice and snow
Ah! Beautiful devil.

#1664

Noontime in Hell

Half priest, half Mantic ore
Hell weeps and smiles
‘Tis, ‘Day of he Beast;

“What is past the mountains?”
“Be patient, imp…” (a voice says)

#1668

Hell’s Mantic ore (s)

“Where is my father’s home?”
“A quarter mile, from here, —
Come, if you are hungry…

We shall eat him, whole and soul:
Watch how things are done, down here”

#1669

Comments: If I ask myself the question “Is there really such a creature, or being as the devil?” and if I say “no,” then I end up in a debate with myself over: was evolution involved in the process of creation? And is the doctrine of the trinity implied in the Genesis account of creation (being a Christian)? and were there folks before Adam and Eve? and was there such a thing as the Great Flood? and are the “sons of God” in Genesis 6, angelic beings? and on and on I go. I think for me it is better to believe, there is a devil, it seems to flow better.

The Underworld of Planet SSARG [Part IV]

2006-11-03T18:51:00.000-08:00

The Underworld of
Planet SSARG

[Series: IV]

By Dennis L. Siluk

Chapter One
The Shadowlands
Flying tick-vampires [Ftv’s],

The Shadowlands is a boarder land between the plateau of the physical planet, and once into this dark abode, that covers 20% of the planet, it has been said, are the living dead; that is to say, it is a land not fully understood, but it is where, if you dare to enter, where once into it, you never leave; where lost and ancient civilizations of the planet went do once, died out and now, linger on; where hideous winds and shadows reside, and carry the souls of those who live there about.
Of all the planets in the Universe, SSARG is a most mysterious one, yet Siren and Tangor had visited it before, Siren had lived on it a number of years previously, in her youth, was known as the Queen; even her daughter, had visited planet SSARG and Rognat, another close friend of both Siren and her daughter. So the planet was not knew to Siren. She had fought with all the creatures on the planet at one time or another. What was once thought as legend, had become real, and that is why Siren had to return, the vipers were summoning her, by whatever means it was, she was under stress to return, hearing the hissing of 50,000-vipers calling her name, her sixth sense was over working. And by way of death and resurrection, she did will herself to the planet, as she had done in other occasions.
But the legend went something like this: eons ago, when there were a number of species perhaps, trying to fill the planet, there were these insects called Flying tick-vampires [Ftv’s], mistaken often times for large bull-mosquitoes. They existed, and lived in harmony with whatever creatures were on the planet, it was said, rather than share the planet, they wanted to conquer it, and killed every living thing that was on it, until some power, more powerful than them, imprisoned them in the Shadowlands. There they could do no harm, yet they were physical, and the dead were ghostly. No one yet, has the full story of this poisonous legend, but it had come true now, for the living specious on the planet, and somehow, someway. As Siren thought about the legend, she figured a few were never brought to do penitence in the Shadowlands evidently, and hid out, and breed—perhaps underground, in the underworld, in a large nest: that would make sense, since no one had seen them in thousands of years. Making no big noise, or bothering anyone, until now, feeling it was their moment to retake the planet, and at this juncture, 25% of all living creatures, to include: Manticore’s, and Cliff Bears, and Space Fish, and the humanoids who live in the west in the cliffs likewise, they all, everyone of them, to include the rats and vipers had lost a quarter of their populations to these deadly tick-vampires.
Not one could fight them; all the lands of the planet were infested with this plague. It was no longer superstition, but reality, a renewed living legend, and extermination to be.

Chapter Two
No Horizon

Invulnerable to the insects, was Siren the Great, who had decades earlier become a living legend in her own time on SSARG. The head Viper, Blaze II, met Siren, as she appeared in the Grasslands, and was greeted by the many homo-vipers that remembered her: as she often referred to them because they had somekind of reasoning, dwarfed as it was.
The planet was helpless, watching the storm of insects sweep across sections and regions of the planet. Their inhabitants hiding in fear they would get bite, and die of its deadly poison.
Daylight was upon the planet, and the mysterious insects were overhead, a pool of them attacked Siren, and to their dismay, died instantly, with the thick blood of hers, thus, they quickly fled (astound at what happened) to regroup and figure out their next strategy, their next move: for a short time anyway. At that point, the skies were emptied out with the flying foe.
Said King Blaze of the Vipers (a question to Siren as they stood in the grasslands looking up): “The flood of insects will come after they figure out what to do, than what?” Blaze the Viper, moaned in a way Siren understood to mean ‘disaster.’ She knew, like him, once the insects put two and two together, the skies would turn hellish again, despite doom in his eyes, he smiled at Siren, hoping she had a plan ‘B’.
Perhaps fifty percent, of the living creatures were infected by the insects, a high percentage dead, many in the process of dying; even after the attack on Siren, she herself was drained to a point she was weakened, and should they attack her on a regular bases, she’d be bone dry, even though she might kill a few million with her blood, what was that, when there are billions.
Siren did notice one thing, they avoided water, as she looked down, she noticed pools of them n water, they evidently fell to the water trying to get to her, and died in the process, not all dying of her blood. This was a motivating find for her.

Chapter Three
Blue Mist

It rained the following two days and Siren witnessed the sky was empty of the insects, she concluded the down pour would give her time to create a plan for action, that might serve to defeat the insets, or at least cause them to stop their activities for a long, long period of time.
Her other plot was to figure out what or when was the source that incarcerated them in the first place, so long ago, and they could help.
After the 3rd day, the rain ebbed, and a mist appeared; yet no insects, things were in their favor, at least for the immediate. The Viper and Rat habitat was at peace for the moment; actually, all the kingdoms of he planet were hoping desperately Siren would solve this riddle, this issue, and this plague of sorts. Fro the second time in SSARG’s history, the planet was united in fighting against a more devious foe than them, instead against one another—Xinimi the Hermit, was the link to the Ancient Blue Mist, a deadly substance that kept the dead, alive in the Shadowlands, it is why the ghosts, and ghouls—the dead never left.

Ghoul From the Shadowlands

What took places was this: the Hermit’s father’s grandfather’s, grandfather, had his sons long ago, being some of the blue mist out of the Shadowlands, for just this reason, and the Hermit’s father, left three containers with Xinimi, for just such a purpose; it was a feat never achieved again. Once ingested by insects these insects, it would cause a ripple effect in their bodies and their insides would cascade as the bodies hardened to an iron type hardness, and death would prevail in a matter of seconds; for some reason it was not deadly to anyone else, nor was it deadly to the insects if they were in the environment, it was a substance, taken out of some substance in the air in the Shadowlands.
So the insects figured it was time to recapture the planet, they had hidden in the bowels of the planet, for this very occasion, and now they numbered as many as the sands, or pieces of grass in the grasslands, uncountable.
Siren, having a sixth sense, also had a stronger stamina, she climbed the tallest tree in the forest of he Rats, and there she opened up one of the huge canisters of mist, waited for the endless stream of insects to infest the land, and it happened to be, the mist found its wind, and it soaked into the wings and bodies of the insects, and they fell to the surface of the planet like little stones, with everyone’s delight.
After several hours, the planet stood still, for good reasons, the mist had left, and so did the insects, to some hidden place in the underworld of the planet, the place they had been breeding for centuries.

Chapter Four
(The insect’s nest)

The planet was no longer reduced to panic, and Siren made her way back to her Castle, on the Quiet Mound, her home on SSARG, the one she built so long ago. But her goal was not completely accomplished, she wanted to find the nest of the troubling insects; she had sensed it was in the bowels of the earth, and she knew the forest had many, many tunnels that went from one corner of the planet to the other, should one be able to follow them. She had heard of a legend of little people also, that lived in the underworld, in a large cave, perhaps fifty to a hundred miles, corner to corner, yet the tunnels provided a number of stairways to the surface. These little people—she did not know what they were called, but could travel in any direction within the tunnels and never get lost, and always find their way back home, something like the penguins of the South Pole on earth. Therefore, if this was the case, her instincts were perhaps correct, the insects probably found an abode in one of the long tunnels, and since they were attacking so close to the forest and grasslands, it possibly could be right under them, several miles, or a few hundred miles into the crust of the planet; all conjecture, but it was all she had. And where did they go. She killed masses of them with the mist, but not all.
Bringing this theory up to Blaze II, king of the Vipers, he had 10,000 of his snakes search the grass lands, and forest, and King Rat did the same, but with 30,000 rats, since he had more to spare. They searched high and low for an opening big enough for a billion if not ten billion, insects to disappear in a matter of minutes if not hours.
Siren had realized, should she not rid the planet of these pests, they’d simply return in the future, and she’d be called back to clean up the mess with only one canister left to fight the insects with, so on she went, looking and searching for the prized, entrance. She realized evil is unaware of wrongdoing.
—Blaze II, motioned he had found a big deep abyss in the middle of the forest; it penetrated beyond a mile deep. When Siren looked down its pitch dark depths, she knew they were down there somewhere, in consequence the snakes made themselves into a rope and one by one lowered Siren into the pit, foot by foot they lowered her one mile deep, winding down the hole, mud soaked hole, and lowered her deep in the bowels of the planet. It got hotter and hotter, and she was sweating all her life liquids out of her body rapidly. Yet she held tight onto the snakes until she was on solid ground. In the side of her mouth, in a crevice, she kept some liquids, it was often used for starvation purposes, and she released them, to gain her strength back. The snakes held tight onto one another, knowing Siren had to scout the area out first, and they’d have to allow her to climb back up onto and over them to get back to the surface, although at times the tunnel did not go straight down, but curved, helping a climber, and allowing less pull on the snakes; plus, if she wished to climb out herself, it was not impossible, just slower.

Chapter Five
In the Crust of the Planet

After twelve hours of searching, the journey seemed hopeless. She walked some sixty miles through the tunnels at which point, she was more than willing to give up, and go back (yet she knew the long term consequences for the planet should she: that being, the insects would return, and it would only take a matter of perhaps days, weeks or months, before the ecosystem on the planet collapsed. The insects had polluted the atmosphere, and the water system, also, and the planet had lost already 25% of its species almost overnight. At such current trends, it would not take long, should they return to do a replay, especially the vertebrates, and vegetation was subject to extinction. Again, the outlook at best, was grim, and grimmer should they return sooner than expected. Hunting and vegetation was the environmental man sources of protein).

On the surface, Blaze II, and King Rat were becoming more hopeful, although worried for Siren’s life; likewise, the rope the vipers made was being sustained by pure will.
The stress of it all affected Siren’s mind, she stopped halfway back through the tunnel, towards the entrance, held her head in a tight grip with her hands and put pressure on her sides, her temples, for they were throbbing. She had not spoken a word for hours. Her thoughts were filled with sad regrets. She pondered on the inside of her mind, mentally debating, ‘should I give it a few more hours, and can the vipers hold out that long.’
The heat was suffocating at times in the long dark halls of the caves, and then would cool for a few hours more, as if the planet had shifted; a few times she felt like she was losing consciousness, and would stand supported by the walls of the tunnel until her dizziness subsided; the ceiling was high above her, when all of a sudden she heard a buzzing noise, ten miles high up, the insects were waiting, wings flapping, chatter in their own indefinable language.
What she hoped for she couldn’t explain to her minds eye, but the very fact was, she found them, and it was a grand moment, and she had to rush back to the surface to set up a plan; hence, once she found the opening, she quickly climbed over the bodies of he vipers, their heads, and slimy torsos, of which they were all torso, and told the two foes the discovery. In explaining, she emphasized it was essential for the next few days to walk lightly on the ground, lest we make our selves too obvious, for we will be planning something; in consequence, being conspicuous was crucial.

Chapter Six
The Hypothesis

Siren explained her hypotheses to the creature kings, “We will hope for the best...” it was a very good and logical plan, thought the two foes, and for the next three days all the rats and vipers created a dame some miles away from the abyss [hole], down along the river, as the rains came, it helped even more so, as the water seeped over the banks, and soaked into the ground, and onward to the entrance of the underworld. Slowly the ground became like a sponge, it could not hold anymore water, and thus, it became a swamp for the most part, and then the dam broke, and flooded feverishly everything on the surface of the ground; all the creatures climbed to high areas, dry areas, as that section of the earth became a flood region It sunk to the depths of where the insects were, down the abyss, and up and through the tunnels. They were trapped, should they come out, the rains would kill them, should they stay put, the flood would kill them, “Great!” said Siren sitting high up in a tree, the water flooded down, down, down into the abyss, and parts of the SSARG started crumbling, and taking masses of insects with them—in the process, this was the end for the menacing insects, as the abyss hole flooded over itself.

The Underworld of SSARG

Chapter Seven
Distortion

Siren had fallen to sleep in the tree, and when she awoke, intending to see her viper friends, she was dumbfounded, she was in some strange habitat, a world different than where she was previously, so it looked, so she told herself (for it wasn’t the grasslands or the forest, or any place she had been to before). Perhaps she was dead, and resurrected on another world, so she pondered, but her senses said ‘no’, it was not that either—but what else? She had not left SSARG, to her understanding, with a sigh she just paced back and forth.
She now noticed a swarm of little people starting to surround her, no bigger than a foot, their eyes seemed cruel and malice, but she was, as they also were, curious, if anything; and of course, she was their main attraction. (She soon would find out, they were the Cuma people, a race long forgotten on SSARG).
She noticed they wore hides of rats, as she looked them over; women had robes, the children naked, completely. The men had loincloths, some hides. They somewhat used a 3rd language, one Siren heard was used on a far off planet called, “the: Pale Planet.” She adjusted accordingly, and witnessed these folks eating dead space fish, roots, walking and looking for any kind of foliage, or eatable thing. She could hear a stream of water nearby. Perhaps some terrestrial force left these poor souls, ugly, odd creatures here long ago, she was guessing, that was all she could do, than a voice from the thinking mind of one of the little people came up to her, and in his mind he said “We are the Cuma People,” the man was 900-years old she learned, he didn’t know Siren could read his thoughts, and he was trying to figure out how to communicate with her. As she looked about, she noticed a woman named Naid the Ugly. She was the pitiful ignorant one, there were sever of her hideous kind mixed with the Cuma people, they were pre-Cuma people, with wings, they could fly, and were used to fly around looking for those that would harm the Cuma people, and like a slave, notify the brother of Tolomeo the Leader (Ajooh the Creep). Often times, Siren found out more information this way, reading minds, than talking to the person in person.
She now stared into their eyes, they didn’t seem so cruel or malice now, but they wanted something from her. She continued to scan the area, the caves in the back ground, the caves near by, some wooden small huts, many tunnels, one main tunnel, where she was broth in, she assumed, it lead to the outer part of this underworld. Underworld, she heard them say several times, now she believed it, seeing the roots hanging all about, crooked streets, more of mud, and wooden walkways here and there.
The little people seemed as if they were cornering her, perhaps unintentionally, for they knew who she was, and should she seek to escape, she’d surely find a way. Again, Siren knew they wanted something, and no one seemed to be in a hurry to try and take her prisoner, but she did not now, or has the remotest idea, no one was talking.
Siren seemed again, as if she was talking to herself, and the tone of her voice was heard by a man called Tolomeo, a little old man, then he said, “Siren,” he hesitated, “we are happy you are here, and want to thank you for ridding the upper and lower world of those nasty flying tick-vampires [Ftv’s], and put his hand on her leg to show his warmth. He had seen her before, when she was checking out the tunnels for those mosquito type insects called: Ftv’s, the little people were inquisitive and followed her, and then blocked the entrance into their domain, in fear she would bring ruin to them, but it was the other way around.

Chapter Eight
Tolomeo

“You are precisely, 250-feet below the surface of SSARG. We have a numinous, a great bear brought eons ago to our underworld to haunt us, eat and kill us, it was brought over by some inhabitances from the ‘Pale Planet,’ (also known as: “The Grey Planet,” in the Dark Galaxy). He is our antagonist,” said Tolomeo.
“Yes,” said Siren “continue…”
“We have made a great discovery!” said Tolomeo.
“And what is that?” asked Siren.
“You, yes you. You are equal to the bear, you can kill it for us.”
“You are crazy little old man, what do you suppose I can use to do this with, I have no weapons?” replied Siren.

Chapter Nine
Little People of the Underworld

(Small than midgets, dark skinned, hairy folks, were the little people of the underworld, where Siren found herself. Families: wives, young ones, and males, hey all seemed to have ornaments on their ankles, writs, around their necks; most wore somekind of loose garments, yet half naked.)

There was a source of perpetual light and heat to this inner world, dull at times as it was, and bright at other times, the hollow world was not without light, warmth, and cooling stages—and Siren learned Tolomeo was its spokesman, an elder of the group, the mud and cave village that is, with its seven hundred or so inhabitants. They were no taller than a foot, she concluded.
Siren had also learned Tolomeo had no family to speak of, they were eaten by the bear, or ears. And he tried to explain to Siren, the best he could, on how the light worked in the underworld. He spoke a different language, but Siren was good at manipulating languages, breaking them down to an understandable form.
Said Tolomeo, in is own way: “There is a nebulous of gases behind the crystal roof of our underground world; it serves as a source of light and heat. The roof has been here for a million years we are told; it is perhaps all of one million square meters. As the planet shifts about in its orbit, it seems to misplace some of the gases into other rivers and tunnels within its domain, and then when it gets back to a smoother orbit, its eternal light comes back again. We were never without light, or heat, only in degrees.”

Siren was surprised at the grotesque looking little inhabitants, how they survived in such a living hell, perilous environment to say the least. Liken to the Shadowlands, she presupposed, although different, and of course, you normally had to die to get into that part of the planet.

Chapter Ten
Stumbling about

Siren stumbled about, looking for the big bear, evidently some twenty feet tall, with a spine that seemed to bend as it went after its prey, what kind of gravity held his bulky body up was beyond Siren’s understanding, it extended outwards, and its small legs griped the ground solidly, why it didn’t fall flat on its face was remarkable, she thought, she had to hold back her laughing when she first caught sight of this voraciously, odd looking beast, whom tried to corner her, but fled into the dark tunnels of the underworld’s caves, when she would not stand down. Perhaps the bear had to regroup and think things over a bit, she pondered.

Time seemed to be erased here, in the underworld of planet SSARG, and Siren could not tell if days or hours were passing by, if anything, after what seemed a long period of time—still puzzled on the matter of the bear and waiting for him—time had elapsed, and to her better judgment it was days, several days she figured, not hours. But she held her ground, let a fire outside the several entrances to the caves, and figured the big bear would have to come out sometime. When I say big bear, I mean big ear, it was 6000-pounds, and could rush its prey at fifty-miles per hour, thus on the 8th day, the beast left the cave.
Siren saw the beast as it slowly left the arch of the dark tunnel that led into the guts of the cave, she had been the cave several times, but in fear of getting lost, she opted to remain outside, realizing the ear would have to come out sooner or later.
Then on the 8th day, the east left the cave, it saw Siren, she had a bestial look on her face, she had made two knives form old fangs she found in the mud, one in each had she held as the beast neared her.
In a dash for her, the 6000-pound bear, twenty-feet high moved at speed an incredible speed, across the 1200-meter clearing to where she stood, in the snarling dash the pray (Siren) made no offensive move, but kept her stance. She knew the animal had intelligence of some sort, she had seen its claws had dug into the sandstone walls of the cave, as if it was leaving a sign how to get out of the tunnels, should it get lost. She had picked up microfossils as well, the cave was ancient, and perhaps some 800,000-years of usage from its kind.
She stood firm in her stance, and as the bear got within several feet in front of her, it stopped abruptly, and stared at its prey. In Siren’s magical linguistic manner, she asked the bear its name:
Nodoneayh,” came out of the bear’s mouth in broken up sounds.
Next, She looked at its hind legs, short, and muscular they were, its huge jaws had opened up wide, it was showing her its fangs, in the clap of an eye, Siren twisted her body forty-five degrees, after that, she jumped in the air, and as she came down (inches away from the bears head), she held her self balanced on the bears shoulder, and dropped into its wide open roaring mouth, the two fangs she had sharpened into knives, crisscrossed they dropped into the throat of the bear, and instantly, she pushed herself from the bear back onto the surface, as the bear choked, and dropped to its knees.

Chapter Eleven
Dying Bear [Nodoneayh]

Siren the Great was surprised at her control of the whole matter, as she witnessed the bear dying, madly gasping for breath. It rolled about in terrific speed, and agility, its muscles budging out, he was now on its back, the howls had stopped, and Siren knew this was the last moments for the bear, its life would be extinguished soon. At the same time, the villagers the little people all surrounded the back area of Siren; still too fearful the bear might dislodge the fangs, and then what? Siren heard the little people shouting, “Die, die, die…!” on and on, they looked like little demon now to her—with fierce little faces. For the first time in this jaunt, or stream of events she had second thoughts about the bear and the balance of power in this section of the underworld. She also knew the bear had cubs, several of them she had spotted them off and on as she investigated the interior of the tunnels, perhaps there were other bears inside the tunnels. She then did something that was not only surprising for the little people, but shocking: to her they were both strange creatures in a world she knew little about. She grabbed a knife out of the hands of Tolomeo, and cut open the midsection to the bear’s throat, and dislodged the fangs she had thrown into its mouth. The little people were horrified at what they saw, yet too fearful to attack the bear, and too much in shock to question Siren’s motives.
Said Siren in a language the bear understood, “Should I here of you returning to kill or eat the little folks, I will come back and chain you to the cave, and let them slowly eat you alive!”
After saying that, with no further ado, Siren left the village, and its excitement. She figured she’d find her way out somehow, her senses were working well, and if the little people saw her, then it should not be too difficult to retrace her old tracks back to the main hole, and climb the muddy walls to the forest of the Rats, and back to the Grasslands where the Vipers lived (and she did just that).

Chapter Twelve
Bestial Rage

Out of the labyrinthine grottos came Siren, now within the front of the large tunnel, where previously the snakes had once roped themselves to one another to help her down the abyss hole, she had climbed up its towering sides, inch by inch, and now was standing on its rim looking at her old friend Tangor, whom out of instinct, or telepathy, came to her rescue, although not needed at this point.
“Bestial rage is going on in this forest, and near your mound, and castle,” he explained to Siren, adding, “what happened here to get them so enraged?”
“I am really a woman warrior of another world, every time I come here, I do believe, the beasts take leave and with heated hearts and eyes find reasons to war with one another, kill and are killed, this is a land of perpetual combat. Perhaps out of boredom.”
Tangor smiled, almost laughed, hearing this from such a warrior as Siren, who almost lived for the battle.
“Coming out your mouth that sounds serious.” He said cunningly, as not to offend her, so she’d not be so hard on the beasts, and try to create another peace. He knew she loved the planet, and all its inhabitants, she was called Queen of all the Lands, not to include the Shadowlands or the Underworld of course, but all the other lands—and so there was regard for her.
“This is really disloyalty, we made a pack, the rats and vipers would seek peace, not forever of course, but for an extended period of time, must I have to remain here unto my dying days to keep them from eating one another?”
“It is a strange cruel world,” commented Tangor, who had come to see Siren, but now things had changed, and in his mind was not really needed, yet, hoping she’d go with him in his spacecraft, on another voyage after settling this dispute (they once were lovers from years before).
Siren only shrugged her shoulders, as she looked about, as if not hearing Tangor: looked here and there, bodies of rats and vipers all over, dead from previous battles in the past several days.

It was a long hike back, and as they hiked, they talked some, and then Siren shifted her mindset, so it seemed to Tangor, and she started talking as if to herself, but it wasn’t it was to her mother. This was not the first time she had done that, have silent or aloud conversations with her dead mother whom was in the back of her mind, some residue that she implanted years before. After a light conversation, her lips kept moving, but no sound now came out, it did in the beginning, but she noticed Tangor listening, “They will both treat you with marked respect, so force the two kings to a peace, so you can leave in peace, otherwise you will be haunted by the fact you did not bring one about. And such thoughts in a warrior are not good, rather haunting at times, distracting” Thought Siren: how true those words were.

Chapter Thirteen
Ranhar the Dupe

As they marched to the mound, she caught sight of two large twenty-foot vipers guarding her property, the gateway was blocked; involuntarily they both hissed at her, not being perhaps familiar with her, or trying to impress one another, and still possibly trying to impress the several rats that were on the edge of the forest looking at them. Whatever the case, Siren was not impressed with these two young reptiles and the hissing, with laughter they were doing, it was more of a power play, or to show who was all-powerful, so she concluded. Their large white fangs sharp as any knives Siren knew were gleaming at here.
(In the forest these several rates mingled and chatted among themselves, they knew well, this was Queen Siren, and made no attempt to do a thing, perhaps waiting for Siren to kill them both, and save them the trouble. In any case, they feared Siren, and were most intrigued the young vipers were acting so brave: perhaps they didn’t know who she was, they could have come back after the war, the seven-day war, and again, perhaps they were gone for a spell, and didn’t know. Usually her castle was guarded so this was not unusual, but she was obvious, who else could it be but Queen Siren, as she told them she was, but they paid no head, and pretended to not know who she was, or acknowledge the name.)
Again, Siren spoke to her mother, looked at Tangor, who had a weapon in his belt, a revolver or sorts. But she motioned to Tangor to stand down, unless both were attacking her; and should she die here, she’d have a second chance to live, on another planet, but should Tangor become the prey, or the second victim, he’d not be able to regenerate his body parts onto another planet. (She had perhaps at this time, used up half her resurrections, of which Moirommalit’s have about 100.)) The problem being: they never know where they will end up.))
She stood gazing at the vipers, in a defensive posture, she wanted them to attack, thus, she’d have the advantage, the counterstrike, but it would have to take place in the clap of an eye. Said Tangor “I can shoot them, but it seems, a might too easy for you?”
Siren had a sixth sense, her mother had given it to her I do believe. With her mother it was more like telepathy when they both spoke, with these silent vipers projecting to one another their thoughts, she could understand them though, it went something like this: I will jump her (the large one conveyed to the other, the large one was called Ranhar), and when I do, you be by my side, and make sure the other one does not get involved.
While she was reading these thought conversations, she took the two sharp fangs she had used against the great bear out of the side of her string like belt, and positioned them in her hands, then the ground shook, with the thrust of the leaping viper called Ranhar, and as it leaped, it knocked Siren smashing onto her back, but at the some time, the fangs went into the vipers eyes, blinding him completely, next, the second viper started to leap, and Tangor shot him dead. Siren constantly kicked the snake hard in its head determined to escape its winding around her body, and fate would not be on the Vipers side; the four hundred pound snake was now blindly trying to feel, touch Siren, but could not find her. It was a humiliating defeat for the viper, and the rats chuckled like squirrels, but were stunned to see Tangor did not have to fight, he just pulled out something, and pointed it, and something came out of something, and killed a viper. This was most unusual, yet this person, respected Siren, thus, it was to their advantage to do the same, and they quickly went to the King Rat, to explain what they had witnessed.

Chapter Fourteen
The Sleeping Worms

The planet had seen a total upheaval in the past month, with insects, and flood within the forest, and aggressive ness between the rats and vipers; Siren had her work cut out for her, and then after fight with the guarding Vipers, to her gates, it easy exhausting, and she was hoping her and Tangor could rest in her castle on the mound, the one she had built so many pears ago, if that was possible. They did spend one cozy night in the castle, and on the second night things happened again. Tangor was quite watchful both nights, and her heard an uproar outside the castle gates, he was alarmed, echoes that were saying “The Sleeping Worms!” Whatever that meant.

(Seven feet or so, below the upper roots, the thick roots of the giant trees of the forest, and those leading around Siren’s castle, and down into the Grasslands of the Vipers, there were what was known on the planet as sleeping worms, and they were no longer sleeping for the most part. They were known to sleep for a hundred years or so, and thus in the process many died, they never woke up; they only woke up during atrophy. And there were billions upon billions of them. They sucked their nutrients from the roots of the tree; should the tree die, they’d die. Hence, the rats and the worms and the Vipers were gathering outside of Siren’s gates; masses of all three species were awoke, and eating everything eatable in site.)

Tangor, hastening back to Siren to inform her, of the crowd, and the pile of meaningless worms that were gathering outside the gets, when he approached Siren, he looked horrified, not quite understanding the circumstances.
“I think we have to come up with a plan to exterminate these worms, worms I say, that is the problem we are having outside the gates, millions of worms,” he said to Siren “before they eat everything, and every body.
Said Siren, calmly “Here the worms are not that deadly, and are quite evolved, yet they scare the rats and vipers, simply because they eat so much, then they go back to where they come from. They grow several sizes larger than what they are by the time they return of course, but should you stop them, then we do have a problem, its called suffocating when you are sleeping, they will cover you up like a blanket, and suck you dry for nourishment.

Chapter Fifteen
Fate

Said Siren to the crowd gathered outside her gates, “Life within the crust of your planet is older than that of which is on its surface, and some have to take that into consideration if we all want to survive.” Her sixth sense was pickup up that they were listening to what she was saying and understanding, the reptiles and rodents, even the worms. “We should understand that neither of the species on this planet have an advantage over the other, if one wars with the other, both get wiped out, in this case perhaps three species will be wiped out: you can’t stop a species from eating if it is hungry, it would be a frightful battle trying, for it is survival they are seeking. We all see one another with different eyes, but most understand that—we need to eat or extermination is possible, as in a war with one another, so I say to the rats and vipers, let the worms eat all the foliage they can, there will be enough for all the rest of us thereafter.”
—Siren was hoping the animals could reason this out, if not mentally, at least instinctively, that there was no dominate species per se on the planet that was not subject to extinction, and that the planet was molded to balance out the way it was, that is, separately, but in times like this, cooperatively, or all vanish together, totally. She did get this across.
It was hard for the vipers to stand down, they were in essence, the brutes of the planet in this section, but they seen Siren’s lips in motion, and understood her seriousness.
Having said that, both Siren and Tangor went back to their room, Tangor could not sleep, and therefore, started to outline the history of the planet SSARG, according to Siren (for the most part).
The creatures of the land, took what Siren said to heart, and accepted her plan as the only feasible one available, plus, they of course considered their horrible fate, had they not.

Planet of Gray Dawn [“Siren the Great”] Part III to SSARG

2006-10-28T17:12:00.000-07:00

Planet of Gray Dawn
The Saga of: “Siren the Great”
[Part III to the Planet SSARG]

by: Dennis L. Siluk

Chapter One
Dark Observation

[Location: the Black Galaxy, Planet Cirumia] I wound never have chosen to tell this story on my own, for I had already said enough on the exploits and adventures of “Siren the Great” of planet SSARG (a planet in the far off Black Galaxy), or her home planet of Moiromma, which borders Earth’s solar system. Although if one were to check her journals out, you would discover she was born in the dark chambers of earths so called subterranean vaults of hell, and stranded in the gulf waters of Hades (another story unto itself, in the journals of ‘The Cadaverous Planets’). As I was about to say, had she herself, not changed my mind to do so, I would not be writing this. What she would like to tell is her last encounter, or affair, however you may see it: lest somebody write a story untrue about it, thus, I by me telling it, she will be assured you get the facts straight.
Theorists have asked on her astronomical cosmic planetary data, ‘…would she share it?’ In short, she has to a certain degree already shared much of it: such as her adventures on Moiromma, and on Earth, and planet Toso, and of course planet SSARG, and its moon, along with several other planets, and planetoids, etc. And time will only tell, if she wishes me to divulge any more of her information. Hence, Siren whispered to me, across the cosmos, by telepathy, most recent, and I shall you, what she has told me.

Some folks have said we, Siren and I stumbled upon one another accidentally; by and large, it was not by any means, premeditated, this of course is no great secret, and it is how most folks meet, somewhat by accident, if indeed, there is such a thing as a coincidental meeting such as ours. Then you’d have to say her friends Tangor and Rognat, come under the same heading, and I doubt they’d confirm this dark observation to be fully true, fate has its way of dominating lives, and perhaps they’d prefer to say, they met under weird circumstances, as I met her, and her beauty, lust for life, love for combat and the hunt, her instinct, all of it caused us to stretch ourselves out to the other person so we could: mingle, befriend one another, it was diffident: attraction, and with her it was always Iron Attraction, meaning: clutching attraction, that which pulls one to the other, as the moon does to the oceans on earth: magnetic force beyond gravity. Plainly, she is no criminal, and perhaps in this writing I am just a pawn, but the record will be straight for posterity’s sake.
Siren was tuned quite well to all natures of time, epochs, history, places: adjusting to her environment on any planet in the universe and she would survive—she always had, but it was in this case, her 100th resurrection, meaning, there’d be no more; her last, as a result, she would never resume her body again should she die; as she had adapted in the past to wherever her alien body reasoned to live. Her kind, violated all cosmic inscrutable laws; her kind was a rift in the universe. Hence, those of Moiromma could live between 500 to 900 years should they preserve their one hundred resurrections that long, most didn’t.
On another note, those from her planet, might consider them as looking like they were a low-class primitive race, many of them anyhow, she was a beauty in the eyes of all living creatures on all planets, as was her mother.
Very few women have ever fascinated me so much (let it be known I speak of her in the past tense); Siren lives, as for me I know, somewhere in the cosmos, but according to earth, she perhaps is long dead. She did for a short time, live in the vaults of hell, when she was born (again another story unto itself). And from these vaults she did escape (not her mother, alas), and the escape led her to the waters of Hades, its thousand-mile lake, she died her first death there (and for more information on this, I must refer you to the book of Cadaverous Planets; and her chronicles).

Chapter Two
Anxious Restraint

Siren always seemed anxious, but carried with her a little restraint; she also needed to be the leader of the pack; she wasn’t overbearing, or a commanding bully, but with good leadership skills, ones that influenced those around her to follow her, and they did.
In time past she was as strong as a bull, with hands like iron, a grip that could hold the jaws of any great snake shut. Further more, her life was a countless number of adventures, risks and freak accidents, repressions. She was by all means, different, not complete unless she was on the move, and such a life seemed to draw out the violence in the universe, it followed her. But like all living things, things I say, not demonic in nature, physical things, we cascade, our systems cannot last forever. And I sensed she was trying to tell me the dynamics of her present life that energy was leaving her. The lust for life she kept, but on the edge, no longer did she seem to be in the main circle of things. Yet she was restless as always when we talked.

Chapter Three
Planet Cirumia

When Siren had died, the transition, like always for Moirommalit’s (swift and brief) she found herself on a new planet, this one called Cirumia. She found herself-lying in the deep bluish-green grass, somewhat dead looking with its gray like mist around everything, yet it was green, one could tell, when the sun came out during the day for its short lived life, then seeped back into its norm, of a pale like dawn: the sun flooded the planet during these two hours each day, wit its precious rays.
The planets grotesque looking moon, called Orion, was nearly the only light on the planet at night, should the pale mist not disappear, and it seldom did; the mist was like a canopy, blocking most everything out.
She laid naked, as was for each of her resurrections, and again she survived that unconscious flight through time and space, soul and all, spirit zooming through the cosmos to whom ever the universe beckoned—to take her, and here she vibrantly awoke, a new environment indeed, grateful she was to be alive, and on a planet that was inhabitable, lest she find one with no air, like earth’s moon, and thus, having to die her last death, and not be resurrected. This was her last, her 100th, resurrection. She knew it, and she had to make the best of it, there would be no more.

“On ever side of me were vast mounds, hills that stretched as far as the eye could see. The grass was short, not like on Planet SSARG; In the distance I saw frozen like waves of ice, peaks, it gave off a chill with the delivering wind, but I thought: why am I feeling this, I mean, I am from Moiromma, Planet of ice, my system adjusted to heat and ice well, especially the cold. But it was not this day. My first day on this new planet I would learn was called Cirumia.”

Alone

“I didn’t know who peopled this planet, not yet, anyhow: animals or perhaps some kind of human form. My imagination was on fire, there was air, thin as it was, but enough for me to dash about, walk along the river beds and where it came from I’ve yet to find out—determined I would sometime, somewhere along the line, during my stay here; let me explain, it came out of the atmosphere into the grooves cut into the planets surface—from where it picked it up, I don’t know, picked up the fresh water, a phenomenon repeated wherever I say lakes and rivers and streams, different it was, as the wind carried its watery load, then dumping it as if the surface water was or had some kind of magnetic force to direct it, and when it passed over the river below sucked it into its mouth like ditches. The moon seemed to have something to do with it, it got close to the planet during such activity, gravity plays its own games out of necessity I would think, and so when the winds died down, the planet got sprinkled and the rivers less filled, and the mood backed off.
“The quite got to me after several days; remembering envious days on earth. I, who had never, know much quiet was getting my fill, and in a way it didn’t annoy me as much as I thought it might—it was just different and stirring.
“—A heavy sound come form behind me. My first living sound of whatever inhabited this planet I’d guess.
“At first glance, it looked like a real person, at second glance, it was a creature with three arms, eyes that were so far apart, it would see bin back of its self; it was covered with brown leather skin, knotted like muscles, a protruding large, very large jaw; a think nose, and small ears, it wore a loincloth.

Chapter Four
Whale Jawbone

Siren’s muscles were just starting to stop acing from her transfer through the cosmos, and her exchangeable, and redeemable chemical make up (to a red flesh opus, or composition) from space to the planets surface, her body had just finished adapting to her new environment, when a creature leaped out in front of her, he had a low, very low whalebone like jaw [thick boned], ‘…perhaps the elder of his clan…’ Siren thought.
This creature had leather like smooth skin, brown skin, three arms, about six feet tall or so, smaller than Siren, this beast of a man jumped, leaped like a leopard, in front of Siren and grabbed her, but she had broken out of his half clinch quickly, and heaved him a distance with an iron like blow to his face, a kick to his belly, simultaneously. She wobbled backwards, swayed a bit, she was surprised in a way (aging); and on the other hand, the humanoid-beast was bewildered likewise, his strength evidently had crushed whomever got in his way, he stood blindly, disappointed, and as he came forward, Siren jumped several feet in the air, and when she landed, Jawbone-man, had dagger like marks from his forehead down the sides of his face, all the way inward into his bone, you could see his bones—plainly, as she screamed with agony.
What occurred to Siren was: here was an older man, had three or four young ones like him cornered her, she’d be dead. This hairless creature in an erect position gasped a bit, waiting, and then Siren knew what he was waiting for, several of his clansmen were coming over a mound. Another thought occurred to her: was this the high or low part of this planets culture, this being [?]
She looked closely at, whom turned out to be the victim, he, was still conscious and standing up, not moving. She looked about, there was no grass to hide behind, like on Planet SSARG, and should the several corner her, she didn’t feel confident enough to kill them all, or could kill them all, and if she was killed, she’d not return. A dilemma indeed for her, one she never had to face before.
Catching her breath, panting a bit, she had to make a decision quick.

Chapter Five
After the First Battle

“I knew they were part of the tribe of my foe—the descending and nearing creatures, who else could they be, and here I am standing next to the beast I just crippled, I was not sure what they to do next—for once, but there really was no escape, or refuge from this planet. There were mountains way in the far distance, nearby was all mounds, and some small green foothills, I mean, yellowish-green. But everything looked gray at the moment, everything that was no farther than a few hundred feet from me; I mean there was a gray mist in the atmosphere, around me, everywhere, everything.
“I ran towards the foothills, and hid behind some shrubbery, watched the group gathering around the old heavy-jawed-boned man, and my body started to tremble from the submerging chilling air, everything was so gray, suffocating. For some odd reason the primitives did not follow me, perhaps I was a creature they needed to learn more about me—I presume—before they did what they wanted to do; thus, needing to explore me and my ways more, and its ways of how to deal with me. I knew not their ways, there kind of thinking, nor could they or I figure out how to deal with the situation at hand, so I was thinking. Perhaps they were cleverer than I gave them credit for. But at this very moment, I was lost for any great maneuvers.
“I found some barriers hanging loosely on a number of branches of some low slanting bushes, and I ate them hardily, they were sour, but I hadn’t eaten anything since before my last death. As I moved around and beyond this area, I found huge ice hills, sucked some moisture off of their sides, I was really thirsty, and it satisfied me completely. I could eat most anything, any kind of nourishment any place, it was not lethal for my body, for Moirommalit’s are quite adaptable in this way. But my body was not functioning as it normally did; it was in slow gear, slow motion yet.
“The farther I walked north, the more insects I found and ate, there were many, and I sensed it kept this part of the planet warm, for there wasn’t much sun, and the ground to my knees were warm, although the upper atmosphere was thin here with a chill, almost void of any large amount of vegetation: the insects were hot when I ate them. Furthermore, I found I needed to rest more than I was used to, more than before that is, before I came to this planet.”

Chapter Six
Jawbone and Leopard Man

The mid-noon sun, and the midnight sun came out daily, although it was out for less than a few hours each day, at each occurrence: so it was in this part of the planets position. The warmth of the sun this day seemed to help the twenty or so Jawbone creatures to find and encircle Siren; they woke Siren up from a relaxed sleep, now she was at full strength. Like a wild instinctive animal, Siren awoke and jumped up onto her feet to meet her foe; she had felt also, the heat from their beastly body’s surrounding her, heavy bodies they were, now standing all around her, examining her like a Ginny pig, yet the creatures seemed more paranoid than hungry for her blood. And they seemed a little different than the ones she had meet a while ago, not as aggressive. Their ears were different also, and the noses, they only had holes for these facial items before this breed had small ears and a small ski-jump for a nose: all in all, the impression she got was they were in no rush to attack her, a higher order or a more peaceful order she concluded of these inhabitants. After penetrating their language system wither her mind, some readjustments for her translations to be, which her mother seemed to help her with, in the back vaults of her mind, for she had put them there for her to use in times like this, thus, with observation, and now able to communicated she found she was indeed taller than these six foot two creatures.
The language they were talking was adaptable to her within minutes, it was not English per se, but she understood them nonetheless, as if it was. She noticed one of the other creatures had followed her, and was staring afar behind a rock, and when noticed took off.
The man called Leopard, the leader spoke, “We are looking at you to see if you are our enemy, or friend!” He commented.
These creatures had furs on, bear furs to be exact, then Leopard Man, handed her his fur cloak, a garment of bear skin and fur. She quickly covered herself. “You are a friend,” he repeated a few times, to ease her nervousness. “We are not like the Jawbone inhabitants,” she noticed his jaw was not as lowered as the man she had fought.

Chapter Seven
The Camp and the Saneyhs

“I had a few abrasions on my arms and front legs, nothing real bloody, so I paid attention to the stranger more than to my would, the Leopard Man, as he and his tribesmen tried to comforted me with some chemicals he squeezed out of a planet, cactus like, which seemed to close my wounds up quickly, numbing them in the process.
“Night seemed to be coming on, and the Leopard King offered me his hospitality. I accepted, lest I go back on my own, and have to worry about other predatory animals or groups of people as the Jawbones.
The Leopard Men, brought me into their cave-camp area of sorts, where there were several caves in the lower part of the cliffs, the cliffs being in a kind of a horseshoe circle, with a fire in the center part or the plaza like ground area about twenty yards from the caves; here and there were children and women going about their business, fetching water from a nearby creek, attending to an assortment of duties, and chores; and I noticed an animal, likened to an earth dog but not quite, it had six legs, the back two had double legs grown together; no tail but a stub, an inch or two long, perhaps a hundred pounds or so; they stood up about three feet high when on all six legs. They had cat like eyes, yellow with two thin black strips alongside a small black dot in the center of the eyeball.”

(We must remember, the cuts or wounds on Siren, she got from her previous fight, would normally kill a normal human being on earth, or put them in a hospital for a while.)

Saneyhs

Siren mentioned, they were all around her, in the camp, all around everything, everyone, everywhere, these dog like creatures, they were called Saneyhs, or Saneyh, for a single creature. They were wild looking, with large saber teeth gawking always, laughingly gawking, or snarling, with big bulging eyes.

Chapter Eight
Saneyhs of Planet Cirumia

“This breed of animal I had never seen, not even on the animalistic humanlike forms on planet SSARG; or for that matter on Toso, or Moiromma, and surely not earth. They had lion like claws, and they moved quickly, like leopards, or cats, eyes penetrating. There must had been two for every man, woman and child in the camp area, I sensed they were guarding them, especially the children; when not doing that, I noticed they dragged a few dead bodies out to the dump area outside the camp, they ate them and what they didn’t eat, they burned, or buried. I assumed they were dead from previous battles—the enemy that is; I didn’t pay all that much attention to it: I did noticed though they were bruised bodies. As they [they being: the Saneyhs] walked by me they hissed at me: looking, always looking, I also sensed they may have felt I was there to replace them, for it seemed, they made a desperate scramble to their masters when they first saw me, unless that is how they were naturally, and time would tell me it was not so, that it was me indeed.
The king laid his glaring eyes on his two pet dogs, or Saneyhs, and they seemed to understand I was not a threat—not yet! They acted like lost souls, not as bold as I had first imagined them. They made no effort to harm me, and remained at their posts and were very dutiful.
As night sunk in more, the pale sky turned the evening into a velvet type twilight as I sat by the fireplace.”

Velvet Twilight
[Over Planet Cirumia in the Black Galaxy]

Velvet twilight fell over the planet
Franticly defusing the pale slopes:
With yellowish-brown, purples hues
Shirking the colorless down—nearby.

Strange constellations rose ablaze:
Stars veiled over the far-off moon,
As it rose over the consecrated valley
And its brooding monochrome mounds…

The icy air: produced a velvet sky:
Stiff, extensive: with gritted eyes.
Its dark broad, natural, evening lights
Flooded the hills with surreal sights.

The mad planet, now painfully calm
Endured twilight, as it came in spasms—;
Then Climbing above, Cirumia’s belly:
It tightened its girdle—for knotted birth.

#1377 [7/2/2006] For SSARG III/Chapter #8; written at EP Café

“As I laid the night away on some furs by the encircling fire, in front of the cave of the king’s, the Leopard mans abode, around me, eerie the eyes were of the beasts, as they searched every inch of the night’s camp; the beasts yapping away, quietly, as the flicker fire made its crackling sounds, and its flames displayed its colors of blue, red and orange, a tint of yellow, warmed my blood in my body, soaked to the marrow of my bones, and lit up my face, legs and thighs now could stretch out with no worry of catching a frozen wind, it felt good. If ever a fire was appreciated, it was this evening.
“I lay half naked backwards, for the fur did not cover me completely, and I seemed to be daydreaming, drifting off, thinking about ancestors, Moiromma, my health, and the snarling dogs...”

Chapter Nine
The Different One
[Three Months Pass]

“I was of course, the odd, the different one among the many in the village. It is needless for me to babble on about the following three-months, in this valley village, among its surrounding mounds and hills. I make bold this statement only to prove Cirumia, is the roughest planet I’ve yet been on.
“I had not dared leave the village, here was food and a way of life I could adjust to and accept as the ‘different one,’ and accepted the good and bad alike. It was peaceful for the three months I had now spent in this habitat. Good and bad it was, yes good and bad, but peaceful which I had very little of in my lifetime. Once I walked out of he village, everything seemed predatory, as it was, as everyone knew it was, and you know as I do, I was not as I used to be, and perhaps not as crazy either, or adventurous, I was exhausted, just to think about it now gets me exhausted. This seemed to me like nice place to remain for the, or until the end of my days—I suppose I felt like they were close by. Like creatures often do, find an abode and die in it, as often they did on SSARG, and this was my abode. Our clothing came from the cliff bears, 20 feet in height, 2000-pounds, a mountain of flesh. Everything was accessible with a little effort.”

Chapter Ten
Losing Strength

“I was perhaps the strongest on the planet earth, strongest living human being that is, as well as on SSARG, not to include the giants and bears, and even on Toso, I was captured there of course, but overwhelmed it took to capture me. Here I have now lost some of my strength.
“How does an aging person toughen themselves up, I was not old for Moirommalit’s, but ancient for Earthlings. I was now 175-years old.
“At night I turned blue, somewhat from the cold not bad, not good. My system could not adjust well to the environment, the climate, to the planet itself, I needed out of necessity something, but what it was I didn’t know. I had learned the Universe, and all its systems, have a way of making those in it, adjust to it, or die in the process: elimination of what it didn’t want, where it was. And I was getting that very feeling, this planet didn’t want me here—save, I needed a place for the time being.”

(Far a field, Siren found a new engagement to her liking, it was time to leave he village, and she set forth at random—)

Chapter 11
“Hell Dogs!”

“Of my wanderings I will briefly will tell, it was not like SSARG, or other planets, I roamed the hillside along ways, often hungry—beasts, savage as were kept on any planet, saw me, yet kept their distance, I think I had the smell of the Saneyhs still on my body, and surely in my cloths.
“I slept in caves with a fire by my side, encircled it somewhat, so the beasts wouldn’t creep up if I could not instinctively sense them. There were no high trees of any kind, just savage beasts outside my caves each and every night catching the warmth of the fire as it drifted outside my entrance. I slew a few for dinner, evil doges, hell doges I called them, fangs as big as a walruses. The meat was tough, and close to the bone, a wild taste I had not had before, like sucking on a leather belt. I was surviving though, and that was all, perhaps like the cavemen on earth, long ago: ancestors, primitive savages of earth, now I was one, I was one of them, I had only the leopard men’s cloth to keep me warm, the cloths they had given me, in the middle of a savage universe. It was a battle for existence and that only.
“ Each day I would wait for the sun, and during the two plus hours of sun, I would rest under its glorious rays sucking up all the vitamin D I needed to activate my chemicals in my body, to reproduce what it needed to rebuild my immune system, for it was dying, and then came in the gray mist, a pale dawn of sorts, and my system would break down again. Perhaps that is why I loved SSARG or Earth, but didn’t care for Moiromma, it had little sun, not as little as this planet, but little in consideration of earth.
I knew if I died this time, there would be no resurrection onto another planet, thus, vigilance was necessary for longer life. But on the other hand, danger lurked at ever corner of this valley, and its central plateaus.”

Chapter 12
Siren’s Philosophies
On the Pale Planet

“Not sure if I was fully alive on this planet, that phrase, has more depth to it than I can express. Most people on earth just walk through decades blurred, on the surface of life, not fully alive, (so Siren told herself as she wandered the mounds and valley by herself for several months). Everything on the planet was like a flicker of light, weakly lit, then came a brighter one for two hours a day. These weeks and months life hammered at my brain as if it was burned out of life’s orbit; now it was occupied with gathering firewood, food and all the basic needs. As I faced big jawed inhabitants, tormented by hell dogs, the moon oozing in and out of the planets orbit like a yoyo, it never ceased, each day was very predictable, perhaps that was good for the village folk, but for me it was, deadly.
“When I wandered about, I did find one quality or asset, I never had much of before, to think, to produce philosophies of life I suppose, to soul search as they say on earth, to roam all the inner valleys of ones mind. Perhaps the great God of the Universe gives each creature of reason this period to prepare themselves for death, for something, because during youth, one is to wild, too busy, too carefree, or careless to do any such thing, lest they find themselves imprisoned.”

Chapter 13
Hell Dogs and Bear Beasts

[Beast Lake] As Siren ventured into the surrounding area, perhaps within a five hundred miles radius, she saw several hideous hell-dogs, fighting with a bear beast; they had three heads on them. She had killed a few in the past by stoning them to death by surprise, but this was not going to happen now, there were too many of them.
Close by a lake, she called ‘Beast Lake,’ she encountered these dogs battling it out with a hung 20-foot mother bear trying to protect her five foot cub. The creek was full of water, indicating precious space fish available for whomever could secure the rights to that little section, she watched in amazement as the giant bear tossed the hell dogs about, so Siren had told me with a glaring voice.

Said Siren with a quivering voice, “She had previous experience with these deadly dogs, and I with those deadly rats on SSARG, in both cases they seem to have had a high intelligence for their kind, and the hell dogs had tricks to corner the bear. Now She has a blood spotted hide, I could see it from the bushes I stood behind…I expected the giant bear to fall to its death at any moment, but its mother instinct would not let it, while the cub was in danger, again as in my old days, I found myself wanting to rise to the rescue, as I jumped into the battle, it stirred the dogs from the bear to me. The dogs sprung up at me, and with my stone chiseled knife I ripped the guts open of three, cut the throat of the forth one, and he went down crawling on the ground like a worm. Then the giant bear got back into its murderous mode, and with its powerful arms and claws, it disemboweled the five other dogs, killed one at a time quicker than you could make a 360-degree turn.”

Chapter 14
Bear Beast Battle

“All the hell-dogs stiffened convulsively and lay dead a small distance from the lake. The bear-beasts grabbed its cub, looked at me, troubled, confused, but felt no threat from me, nor I of her for some reason we were not rivals for the moment. The bear’s claws had torn into the flesh of all five dogs, their fangs torn out of their heads, their bellies opened and their insides poured out onto the ground in a wide pool of blood.
“I built a fire as the cub and her mother ate the five dogs, and I was allowed to tare some of the meat off the bones as well, of course mine I cooked, and theirs well, they ate raw.
“I had no more stamina, I had to rest for three days thereafter that enduring battle, and the young mother stood by as if to insure no one harmed me, or her cub. She knew I was weakened, and perhaps knew who I was, and was surprised I was weakened. She was bulky, hairy and a giant taller than I, and more savage in appearance than the ones I’ve seen so many years ago.
“On the forth day, I saw twenty more hairy brut bears running towards our camp, as if they had gotten some radar signal from mother bear, whom was in trouble. With a great snarl, the bear-beasts coming at me, stood down, as they stood by their mate, checking her out, hissing over her and the cub. And they obeyed her every intention.”

Chapter 15
The Kongardog Plains

“As I walked down the along side the side of the lake, and then the river that connected to it, Big bear and Junior Bear, as I got to calling them, I noticed in may places, the birds were of many colors, shapes, hues. They almost few silently, had it not been for the movement of the branch movements when they leaped. Some then world perch on large rocks, some gave out weird cries. All kept their distance form the bear and me. A few of the birds reached deep with their beaks to catch a space fish, almost skeletonized, as most are, but very nutritious.
“I walked for days and Mother Bear just followed me, then I shifted westward, and she still followed along, like a duck. There in the plains, I call the Kongardog Plains; I come upon a most curious animal, the pot-bellied dogs, otherwise known as the Kongardog.
“I had heard these animals were helpless to defend themselves (no claws or teeth; only paws and gums) and were great eating, but try to catch one of them, that is a feat in itself. Big Bear slapped one in the belly as it ran to get away from Big Bear, and jumped several feet in the air likened to a kangaroo, but when it fell from its leap, we had dinner, the slap was so powerful, it knocked the wind out of the dog, I do believe, and as it tried to catch its breath, Big Bear had already torn off its limps. I think I laughed so hard, Big Bear couldn’t help but grin, and take notice, if not satisfaction.”

Chapter 16
The Plains

“I felt a little safer on the plains—less meat-eaters to contend with. The nights were chilled, but the sun on the plains came out longer perhaps, all of four hours a day. Less greenness, and less water, yes, less everything, but meat eaters, as I said before, were less also, which was a blessing I felt, and search in vain one will for a good habitat.
“I noticed on the tenth-day I was with the Bear, she was eating the rocks, of which had a certain color and design to them, unknown on Planet Toso, Earth or even SSARG. They were all a bit orange looking. As I lay about, I watched the bear conspicuously, if not patiently, she picked out the smallest of the orange rocks, and when she went to chew them, a sap came out of them. A hot and soft sap; I then picked up one and put it into my mouth, and pushed down on it slowly, in which I felt safe doing since Big Bear did, then I chewed it, and it busted open, sweet as honey it was, thus, this was how the bears survived in crossing the plains, when they did.”

Chapter 17
Orion’s Moon/Homeless

Siren had drifted for months on the plains, it was more peaceful and the two bears, the cub and Big Bear followed her, homeless they all seemed to be. At night they’d look up at Orion, as they called it, the only moon the planet had, darkness gloomed around it, it seemed, except for its occasional light, reflections from a star (or sun) perhaps in their solar system, or beyond. The moon on its surface was perhaps as mysterious on it as it looked, and it looked more like a big asteroid than a moon. But nonetheless, it gave light as if the sun hid behind it halfway, even during its best exposure.
It was going to be a long life, Siren figured, if she didn’t come up with a plan for it, or perhaps a short one. She had built a city fortress on SSARG, but she didn’t have the energy, help, or motivation to do that here. Her daughter was someplace in the universe, and her mother likewise, in some unknown spot. Planet SSARG’s moon perhaps, she had friends there, and life supporting elements for a ghost of her kind. So she was alone, Tangor and Rognat, her one-time space companions, were both gone other places in the Universe equally.

End Chapter [part of #17]

Tangor’s Report of Sirens Death

I talked to Siren before I had discovered her death, and as I was told, it happened like this (according to Tangor):

“A heavy chain was wrapped around her like a snake, it was by way of several Jawbone members, as Siren had called them. They had found her with her friend, Big Bear and her cub; they, the seven Jawbones, took huge blocks of stone and hurled them onto the three, killing the cub and knocking unconscious Big Bear. That is when they chained her, with those strange looped chains. When she awoke her head was throbbing of course, she had not been killed yet. A rock had grazed her head only, and her recuperative powers brought her back to full life.
The missile or rock, inflicted, caused a scalp would, but infected it was. As they carried her back to their village, hundreds of miles, she died on the way. So simply a death for such a hero, it is hard to digest. I would guess the long walk, the shackles, the wound, dehydration, the infection, and the cold, it all played a part in her death. And the Leopard men spoke with primitive resentment towards me, snarling, but my weapons froze them in their tracks, with fear, thus, when I killed three of them, simply by pulling the trigger, of my space gun, I evaporated them in front of there own kind, this provoked no more wishful thinking of overpowering me. And there is really no more to say, on the matter, I’m sorry.

Note: History of the story: originally started at the café, El Parquetito’s in Lima, Peru, on 6/28/2006, done in chapter form, in the first and third persons, as it changes from chapter to chapter, or can, so it originally was constructed to do. Chapters 12 to through 14 written and constructed 7/3/2006; Chapter 15 and 16, written July 4, on America’s Independence day, holiday, in Lima, Peru, as well as the end chapter, #17; October, 28,2006, chapter 14 through the end was typed from the written form on the back of the restaurant’s napkins.

The Planet Toso Tales [Siren and the Cadaverous Bulls]

2006-07-09T16:51:00.000-07:00

Siren the Great
[And the Giant Cadaverous Bulls]
Part IV of: “The Planet Toso Tales”

Two-thousand bulls stood staring at Siren as she was about to ventured from one side of the planet of Aging to the acropolis on the other side where King Toso III had been until he left with Tangor and Rognat to be escorted to the planet Tose (where he was born), from Planet Aging, once King; now the bulls guarded the coast land. And as I have said, are staring at Siren the Great.

When she had awoken after her 4th death [and resurrection: for Moirommalit’s have 100-deaths] on Toso, her daughter had killed her, stabbed her in the heart, Arallets, she had to, lest she leave her mother buried into a tree of cement like substance for eternity on planet Toso. And now she was faced with another atrocity, massacre, butchery to be, the bulls, and there in front of the many bulls, was the king bull she supposed, the biggest of them all, looking down at her as if she was a stone, or worm, but she didn’t move, not yet.

The Great Bulls came forward, as she lay on the sands in a prone, position, they must had been 8000-pounds, with horns some three feet long (perhaps as thick as her thighs); 15-feet height. The leader stood directly in front of her with red glaring bloodshot eyes; she hummed, knowing the slightest movement might disturb them but the hum may tranquillise them, for a moment anyway.

—Siren hurled bits of sand at the beast’s face, which surprised the bull, it was thinking was this part of the sand and about to step the small mound, or was it a worm, and he should then eat it or step on it for fun. But before the bull could put two and two together, Siren stood up; quick like and startled the bull, and the bulls behind the master bull, and the horde got spooked, and agitated and moved restlessly about. She gazed into the bull’s eyes, now staring her almost in the face to face.

The Great Thug

The bull started to widen its eyes, and before he could pull back his head, she flipped through the air like a whip, onto and over his perturbing head, and over the top of his skull, onto his neck, and onto its back, in the process, she tore off two feet of his horn, his right horn, broke it off, snapped it like a branch off a tree; she was now on his shoulders, and the beast was yelping and jumping and running in circles running every which way, as Siren held with one hand onto its loosed hairs.

The bull stomped it hooves into the soft sand, but Siren hung on, and the giant bull got closer and closer to the wild sea, the ocean was but twenty-yards in front of Siren, now the bull was getting careless not looking were he was, he was in the waters, unknowingly, water up to its knees, and the giant waves came in pounding, and went back out with its repetitious tide—and the waters pulled the pulled from underneath, and he lost, the bull lost his balance, and Siren jumped into the water, through its waves, under them and came out on the other side, as the current pulled the giant bull out into the open sea. Immediately, as siren came out of the waters, the bulls stood stone still, as if waiting for their leader to come after her, and it was only Siren they saw, and when they did not see the Master Bull, they bowed, slowly lowering their heads in front of Siren. She was their new leader, it all took placed at the edge of the great sea of the planet Aging.

Written at EP/Lima Peru, 5/11/06

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The Dark Galaxy [#21: SSARG/Rognat & Siren] by DLSiluk

2006-07-04T09:41:00.000-07:00

The Dark Galaxy
[#21: SSARG/Rognat & Siren]

In a far off nebula, which was shedding lots of gasses and ultraviolet rays, thus, caring a hale into a cloud, from which they were born or created from, opened up a black hole, hence, dark matter (energy) pushed through and so did the little spacecraft, “Mind,” of which Rognat was on board, manning. He was on a mission to find a distant planet called Toso: the king who had once lived there, and was mysteriously brought to the planet called, “Aging,” gave him the mission to him but Rognat gave it a new name: Hipparchus; with the King’s permission; was in space four years to date, and had traveled 123-million miles, of a 400-million mile journey, by the kings permission also to find his home planet and let them know about his existence but as this is being written, he was side tracked as you know now, into the black hole, and ended up in the Dark Galaxy.
While on his mission he had many devices on board to help him examine the universe, as he drifted now and then through it, through the Universe, and at other times, went faster than the speed of light. Thus, he was capturing flashes of cosmic energy, which are normally wiped out before earth can get a look at it: he was seeing it—and where he was now the view was UN-descript! He thought of an imaginary poet, one that had a high quality of imagination, writing about what he was witnessing: perhaps he could put into poetry: and it would have been George Sterling, an old poet from way back when. One might simply conclude though, it had to be seen, to be expressed and only expressed within the soul of a person could it be. This voyager of sorts was in a swift sea of atoms and a dark galaxy, so he found himself, after spinning and passing out, waking up and looking about. Rognat had heard of the dark galaxy, but it was just folklore, it seemed he was in its horseshoe area at this point.
Besides spending time on earth, he had also spent several years on Moiromma, learned the ways of the people, traditions, legend, and lore. The same thing went for his time with King Toso on his planet. He spent several years there, and they had become best of friends.
Thus, he came into this dark galaxy by accident, a barred spiral galaxy of which he knew nothing about. At this point of his voyage, he had documented some three to eight million stars. His four year trip put him in a house of the cosmic events of the Universe, perhaps my have found the most exotic place in the Universe too. The planet he had left was a red planet for the most part, with a bright sun, and two moons protecting its inhabitants from the suns rays, yet it was extremely warm.

Rognat had also met a mate of sorts, by the name of Siren. She had left the planet called SSARG, and had been on earth, and was a resident of both Moiromma and its moon Ice cap. She had a reputation as the Queen of SSARG, and was most beautiful, a warrior of the same blood and spirit as Moiromma. Her mother was non other than the famous, Jokaneen. She had appeared on Hipparchus, after her adventure on SSARG, where she met her lover Rognat. Hipparchus was too hot for her lest she die if she stayed, and her blood boil to a point of curling up, as it does for Moirommalit’s; in any case, she knew she would not survive long on that planet.
The kingdom of Aging adapted the name: Hipparchus, for their planet and in time its original name was forgotten. And so both Siren and Rognat found themselves back into the black dark galaxy: or at least Siren did, in the sense, she had been there before but didn’t know exactly where she was.
As I was saying, it was too hot for Siren and so they left this planet, found them day’s later in the black galaxy, several million miles away. The sun being the size of earth and almost next to them
In this new galaxy, they had found the constellation of ‘Serpeus,’ It was a fascinating sight for Siren, the dark outer rim to its marvelous view, and everything else coved with blue.

Interlude

The oldest insects in the Universe came from the Big Bang: from the ashes emitted 14-billion years ago, when the Universe was just a pup; or 400,000-years old. These insects are called ‘Energy Bugs,’ the cosmos are kind of a soup bowl or them. They eat matter and radiation. And cool down, and stretch out, then when hungry again, feed off a source of energy nearby and such if any like a mosquito. They go in swarms of billions upon billions, and are the size of a persons thumb. These bugs: hot and cold, are like the universe: and cold when they lack energy, and circulate with its environment.

Cosmic-mosquitoes

It was the forth year, 2nd month, 34-day, Siren sensed something outside the spacecraft, and the lights dimmed, it was those mosquitoes, those comic-mosquitoes.
“They came to suck the ship dry,” said Siren to her lover Rognat.
“That’s no surprise to me,” he amended, looking at them from the porthole in the crafts main body, and shaking his head as if they were doomed.
“This I heard is the ultimate bug,” he commanded in a harsh and concerned voice, almost with a laugh, an uneasy laugh as if they were destined. But Siren did not share into his human gesture of lost hope. Although Rognat was a space scientist, and adventurous in his own right, she was a warrior and survivor of much more than his titles could bear, or endure. She saw deliberating within his mind.
“How do we exonerate ourselves of these pests,” he asked, thinking she might have an idea, he didn’t. This was entirely different for her, she had fought many a good battle but this one was different, it was mind provoking yet there had to be a way.
The bugs were feeding off the ships regenerating processor, and for it now to regenerate, it needed the sun’s ultraviolet rays; but how could this be, the bugs were sucking everything dry from around the ship; they were on the ship, covering it like an ant hill, several feet thick. Soon she knew they’d both be buried in this tomb, but she had the capability of resurrection, it was in the Moirommalit’s chemistry. It was a pity she thought, to have to leave Rognat, but it had to be; to save his life was to die and resurrect; lest they both die, and she be the only one to survive after the fact; I mean, it there was to be some kind of hope of them reuniting in the future it would be her who what have to do the sacrificing.

Last Option

Knowing she had 100-lives like her comrades on Moiromma, she took the last option.
“Rognat, here is what we have to do. I need to fill my system up with a high source of energy, you need to inject it into my brain, my liver, my pancreas, the whole cell structure of me, then let me float out into space, I will die quickly, but the bugs will devour me before I suffer too much, in the interim, you have just enough energy to aim the ship into SSARG’s gravity belt, it will pull you the rest of the way out of this mess, we are not that far away, and then when close enough, the sun will regenerate your ship…” she never finished her last sentence, they both knew it was as it had to be, and started the process.
And so the process was started and the theory took place, and Rognat would have said ‘no,’ to Siren, but to refuse would have been suicide. And when she hit the coldness of the black emptiness of space, the bugs did their duty, and Rognat did his, and Siren did hers.

Written 11/26/2005/ Revised and rewritten 2/5/06

Planet SSARG—[Planet of Grass] Part I

2006-07-01T09:30:00.000-07:00

Planet SSARG—
[Planet of Grass]

By Dennis L. Siluk

Part One of Nineteen

Planet SSARG—Planet of Grass
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]

Outside of the Milky Way, beyond Moiromma, and Ice Cap, is a planet the size of earth, with a large moon that seems to guard, and protect its inhabitants from invading forces like comets and meteorites, and the suns alter bright rays; again, much like earth’s moon. It has a canopy of clouds around it—water soaked clouds you might say, low and over-head—heavy clouds; and a subterranean underworld, and much of its land is rich with grass, and vegetation, and rivers, lakes, mountains, basins. Should the canopy break, I’d fear the planet would surely be flooded: flooded, and afterward: have 400-years of mud, yes—four hundred years to dry out, should the canopy break, with its abundance of water. It has no oceans this planet, but grass, much grass, oceans of grass you might say. A soaked climate, and not always so conducive for walking; and if need be creatures could lurk, hide in the swampy tall grasses of the lands; never to be seen, and if you were attacked, the same.
This phenomenon [of the planet] is repeated throughout the globe, these endless meadows of grass, some ten feet all, others intertwined tightly around one another, to make them look like cobwebs. Deep within its mushy roots, are the red, brown and black snakes, the grass snakes of the planet, the vipers.
Forenoon, it was forenoon, when Siren appeared on this planet, a tide of grass coverer her whole being only the sky to see, and she was she tall, you know, perhaps under seven feet by an inch, perhaps over seven feet by an inch. Uninhabited it seemed to her, it was not like Moiromma, its arctic cold north. It was quite evident to Siren she had left her planet unexpectantly, not quite remembering much, except she fell to sleep one evening in the arctic winds, froze to death I suppose. She was happy she did not land on Mercury, or earth, but apprehensive of this grass infested planet, nevertheless. If people did live here, it would seemingly be a nightmare she thought: in a Grass infested Jungle.
It was quite the sensation to be hurled from one sphere to another, across a ton of light-years, to say the least, everything was new for her, and becoming second nature.
As she stood in the morning mist, it was alarmingly peaceful—too quiet for her liking. As she explored the new grassy planet, naked as a jaybird, countless snakes whizzed by her feet, stirring some terror in her, and then a whisper in the back of her head, her mother speaking
Comforted her; and by the feel of these slimy bodies, they were extremely long, heavy and wide.
It would seem with all these vipers crossing her path, if they wanted to, could kill her, if they really wanted to; yet she did not know the nature of the beasts, or of the planet: and I suppose, likewise, they did not know her. Some were twenty to forty feet long. With saber-teeth fangs, a foot in length, likened to a wild boar. Heads as big as footballs, tails with swaying prickles, for she could now see some as they dashed by, around over her feet, curious who she was I’m sure. Actually, after a few hours they became menacing for the most part. Her courage was now at its peak, lost for a moment back there in the grass but it comes back, was back.
Siren was tall and her limbs were muscular, shoulders broad she had feminism in her bones, her body structure, yet was masculine; much like her mother. She found within the grass vegetation that she used for a loincloth and constructed some sandals with other fragments she found for her feet. The snakes looked at her with amazement, followed her every move, gazing up at her deep sunken in, but beautiful eyes, eyes that seem to come out of the great halls of India. Her countenance was difficult is express inwards in words: her jaw was partly square, a powerful look one, it was her eyes that softened her looks, and long black hair that made her feminine; heavy hair that took more than a swift wind to blow it wild, hair down to her rump. She had wide heavy lips, thick looking teeth, and sharp. The big noticeable difference between her and earthlings was her nose, rudimentary, one might say, in comparison, to the rest of her face, yet it had two large flaring nostrils: her skin, a dark brown, with an icy gray to it at times, a mixture, like marble; thick black eyebrows, low forehead, ears smaller than humans. She was not–indeed not, a hairy person, as her male counterparts on Moiromma, or Asteroid Ice-Cap. But fair to look at.

Part Two of Nineteen

Planet SSARG—the Snakes

Possibly she emitted some kind of hidden strength—if not second sight (she knew when danger was and was not prominent; and all her being was telling her stand tall, be accountable, be as impressed as you feel with these creatures, they want you to be as amazed as they are with you, with them: and she was) for the vipers, for they now had gathered a hundred or so around her. Not blocking her passage, any which way, yet not getting confused which way she was going, and in that sense flopping over one another, laying dormant, looking up at her; and circling her, not in a harmful way, more in a careful, passive way; —not obstructive, no, oh no, more dolce, more amicable, wanting her attention, her recognition, her leadership. Yes, they saw some hidden strength in her. She was a—almost a perfect looking woman as far as body went, a warriors shape, but feminine, and with heavy strong looking bones, tight skinned body, good muscle tone, an iron looking body: thighs like hard marble. She had not acquired all the scales the winters of Moiromma had put onto the inhabitants of that planet, the scares and scales their body needed, and needs to adjust to the winds and cold, their bodies were like deer skin lacking outward pores: they had pores, but underneath the scared tissue, for the skin did breath, but the scales, the scales, the coating, and caring covered them mostly, imperturbable, they were hard on the Moirommalit’s, she didn’t acquired them yet, had she stayed their longer, on that planet longer, they would have come automatically, but she didn’t stay there that long; thus, her body was still young, with open pores to sweat properly with, to emit her body fluids properly; she had only been there a short period of time. On earth a short period of time, in existence a short period of time; now here on the Grass Planet, less than an hour.
The red and black vipers, they stared at her feet, she sensed a few had a cruel and implacable mind—blood shot eyes, for a few she noted, just a few, she name one in particular, that filled this description fully, that had more blood in its eyes than all the others, a horrid face—huge snake, forty feet long, and boar like tusks reaching out along side its inner gums—it could not close its mouth completely, a foot long was the sharp tusks, she named him ‘Blaze.’ But he moved carelessly, and she noticed it, as if ready to attack, it was not thinking that its foe was not the same as it was used to, she moved, but she didn’t move carelessly, rather cautiously, slowly, the other snakes remained unprovoked, stared at the challenging comrade, or perhaps Blaze was the leader, or wanted to become one, or remain its leader: there was not time to look into this now, nor did it matter.
Her muscles reacted to the snakes’ maneuvers before her brain hand time to tell them to, automatically, as if they had their own sensory receptors to such engagements, and went on alert mechanically. This giant stake was hostile, and her muscles became tense, harden like rocks, resentment and amazement filled the snake’s eyes: for she stood her ground.
Here were primitive instincts unmodified, on the part of both snake and Siren, Blaze—staring at his new prey: the he noticed they were both staring at one another equally, and profoundly, her with a kind of sneer if not half smile.
Now Blaze started snapping his big huge head and fangs at her legs 800-pounds of his slimy body starting to coil around her as if she was a tree A word of scorn came out of its mouth, as if its vocal cords could put a few symbols together; ‘it’ also had second-sight, but ‘it’ did not have the DNA, to reason quick enough to put them symbols into words, only sounds The wild was in its soul, but if one was to compare these snakes to her DNA, they would find it 98% the same, but 2% or 20-million genes difference, made a big difference in not only war and strategy, but in comprehension, creativeness: it lacked what she had. The Snake leaped up and at her thigh: onto her. She met him head on, beast to beast, face to face, mind to mind, both reckless now, and both with instinct, and the creature was stronger than her, she concluded that quickly, as she kicked held his head back as it went for a second attack. The head had managed to stop a foot away from her thigh-- in a desperate effort she grabbed the snakes head with both hands, while its body started to wind around her feet her torso, like a tree: it climbed: up, up, up, her legs, stomach and with a crushing embrace: face to face, beast to beast, mind to mind, she grabbed the skull of the snake, in-between its fangs and tusks, and right above its eyes, and with a bang, and solid bank like a stone falling twenty feet out of the sky: you could hear perhaps the bank a mile away, she took her head and with a thrust, hit the snake with her upper forehead so hard the snakes eyes popped out of its head, fell down to the ground like a leaf on a tree (sorry I keep using tree: as a reference source, but it seemed this way).
She knew—, had the snake got a better hold on her, it would have crushed her bones, broke them like twigs on a tree, the antagonist was laying lopsided on the ground, luckily still alive, barley alive, I might say. Her spine was hurting also, but she was fine; sore but fine that is, as fine as one can be after a battle. Had it shifted more power to its jaws and quickly snapped at her face, she’d not have had a head this day left to think: mind to mind: she knew this, but it didn’t happen that way, and so that was that, it didn’t matter.
The snake: Blaze looked up, dumfounded, it had never experienced this before, and no creature could every have survived the clutches of such a powerful predator. Who was this living thing, the snake must have thought, it just stared, powerlessly stared. She knelt down, and put its eyes back into its sockets; crudely but nonetheless she accomplished it; she was sure there was some eye damage done, but it would not be told until another battle came about. Blaze had jerked back a bit, when she leaned over, but could not see, only see what she wanted him to see—the eyes had simply draped over its teeth: but not it was all put right back in place and it didn’t sense harm, Blaze didn’t sense harm was forthcoming out of this god deed she had done; and so it didn’t strike blindly, it accepted the pity, and the restoring of its sight.
As she started to stand back up, she let out a big sigh, her defensive stance was gone, her breath of air was pushed down into her stomach, and as she absorbed the moment, the victory: she had used every ounce of her strength, they, [they: they being the rest of the snakes] could have, had they wished to, devour her in a minutes time, and she hissed a long, long hiss: through her teeth.
She now sensed, felt, knew, she was the leader of not a hundred, but thousands of snakes, for you could hear the hissing, and the echoes of their hissing, their movements in the grass and more echoes and the moving of the grass all about her, as she stood victorious in the grassy fields of the planet SSARG: and she screamed so the world could hear.”

Interlude: Blaze

Iron Spirit
[The snakes think: instinctively]

“Yes, her body, the face, I have no memory of such a creature (he looks at his surroundings, the hundred or more snakes around him: his comrades). Am I not the future, or is she it? [Siren] it’s a feminine species of some kind, wiser than I; it returned to fix me: but why? Fear means death or flight. Pity, I’ve not seen it, but I sense it in her for me, the victim of madness, and her madness is controlled. She has an Iron Spirit. She could have vanquished me, consumed me. (Blaze deep in thought trying to retrieves some dark childhood solitary, memories—but could not for the most part, nor could he absorb the obvious, the unconscious told him there was nothing to retrieve other than automatic signs of danger: fight or flight. Thus, blank, no receptiveness to his wishful thinking; he did not only look, but was: like a still lake: like a mind full of swampy memories hidden deep in his mind, the vaults of his mind, the vaults hidden to such creatures like him, not to be open to such creatures like him, but to Siren they were, to ponder on, to reason out.)
“I was the sum of this order, the warrior snakes, I was, yes, I was the strength, measured by battle, but this ‘it,’ is here now, ‘it’ echoed something by the sounds ‘si..rr..un [Siren]’ I can act to that, if ‘it’ says it slow, it must be ‘it’s’ call, whatever. IT calls me ‘b...lazz [Blaze]’ not sure why, perhaps everything has to have its own sound in a species like IT.”

[Dust cloud] They all, Siren and the snakes, with Blaze, had walked a small distance to an opening in the meadow, a raw opening with powered dirt and sand: mounds and mountains and cliffs in the far distance. As they walked farther into the plateau of dirt, she now could see all the snakes, the horde, which followed her, behind now, a cloud of dust (heat-vulcanized dust: or so it seemed with all these bodies rubbing against the surface of the earth, as if they were hard glazed rubber; their smooth bodies elastic like, harden dry and hardened from the sun now.)

[Note on: The Black Galaxy] It should be noted, no one new exactly where Planet SSARG, the planet of grass was, but it was in what was called the Black Galaxy; within its hidden horse shoe turn. At times it looked redder than green, perhaps it was from the blazing nebulas in the far distance that seemed to shoot a bright yellow from its mass. [See Siren: #21]

Part Three of Nineteen
[See notes for overview]

Planet SSARG—Homeland
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]

Still only partially clothed, and unarmed for the most part of what to do, but with a renewed confidence she examined, Siren examined, the countryside, a thousand snakes surrounded her, but gave distance so she was free to walk any which way she pleased: almost as if they were protecting her. Blaze was in the forefront. It was but several hours now, since the fight had taken place, and perhaps, if she could count, and she didn’t want to count to be truthful, and so she guessed, looked about, there must had been some 25,000-plus snakes in and around her. Coming out of the thick tall shrubbery that surrounded her, was behind them, and trying to catch up with the horde. This perhaps would end up being the longest day of her life.
But it came about, the meadows appeared again, the tall grassy meadows now surround them all again, and liking it or not, she’d had to lie in the grass for the evening. But she knew now: had the snakes wanted to devour her, surely a few could have done so it wouldn’t take 25,000. Blaze almost had done it. And so she lay back, pushing some grass up against her neck to rest comfortably. “Adversary,” the word adversary came out of her mouth: deep from in her mind, “Possibly the Vipers had an adversary, don’t all living things have one?” so she questioned herself out loud; a question statement perhaps, she was not looking for an answer. Every planet, every living area had what her mother echoed in her: ‘war and peace.’ It seemed the echoes were vague in her mind of her mother, the telepathy or call it what you will, was not transmitting as it had before for her, before that is, while on Moiromma. War and peace, she could not visualize it, except if it was among the black snakes vs. the brown or red I suppose, that would war, and perhaps the peace she saw now was because there was a war at one time. At the moment, this very second, they seemed all a bit united. Not comfortable, as black with black, and red with red and brown with brown, but willingly united for the moment, perhaps to see if she’d be the leader of all, or a few.

—But as one knows, days pass into weeks, in the clap of an eye, and so it was on this Grass Island Planet in the dark universe in some unknown galaxy, far from Moiromma and farther from earth. If anything was happening in the secret, these two weeks, it was harmony among all who had gathered in this thick foliage nearing some mounds and hills, not quite mountains, no, not quite, but you could see them in the distance: hills. She’d figure they were close when she no longer could see them over the tops of the vegetation, and that was not their situation. And as they walked forward to these landmarks she announced she’d make a home near there; there were patches of brown and trees thereabouts, she had noticed, dray land and such on this journey that seemed most pleasing. She ate fruits of some kind, they looked like eyeballs, but they grow on tall leafy looking stalks, like corn, and were tasty, like small soggy apples, not quite round more oval like an egg. The snakes ate them also, but preferred the small insects and lizards and spiders that seemed to gather around them. They ate any and everything eatable. They even ate the grass, threw it up, and vomited it out, but it kept them alive until they found better and more solid nourishment.
The vipers were becoming restless during the third week of walking to those far off hills, a wooded area, the one Siren had noticed before, appeared in front of her now, as they got nearer, with slops and brown spots where it was only dirt. She ran towards the hills stopped at its edge. As she went from the bottom of the hill, at its edge, as if there was a line to cross, and up the embankment, to the more leveled area, she saw her antagonist, a 100-pound rat, with teeth as big as saber-teeth lions. Ah yes, yes indeed, she knew it was coming, something had to come, life was too peaceful for that small period of time.
Drenched with sweat, she slowly walked up another several feet of the reclining area, the slope always turning into a more leveled area as she climbed upward—but not quite almost as if it was a rampart built out of sod. Now, now behind the arrogant looking rat, the rat that exposed itself to all who were looking up at the wooded area, exposed himself as if to say: don’t cross over that invisible line, the line you did, he was standing in front of, rows and rows and rows of rats. Evidently they had an alert, and were ready for battle. ‘No wonder,’ thought Siren, ‘…no wonder the snakes were so restless.’ She looked about, there were two huge trees to her right: these would make a good home she concluded: save, that the army of rats did not take them.
The King Rat stepped up, as the other one, the one that had had exposed himself, stepped to its right. Next to Siren was not Blaze the Viper and the King Rat in front of her. Both hissed at one another, but did not provoke, as if they were waiting for this new mighty creature, Siren to stop up and become the inevitable whatever.
Quicker than either the rat or viper could think Siren pulled off a thick, very thick branch from the tree nearby: perhaps as thick as a 4X4 beam: with a sharp head, likened to a sword. There was a pond of water a few feet from the tree, she calmly went to it, drank some water, and then got back into a warriors stance; but now three huge rodents stood blocking her way forward. The warmth of the sun was baking the snakes below the embankment, and the water looked most refreshing, but they did not move: the rodents seemed to be chatting with one another in their spotted sounding dialect: from hisses, to grunts and sharp squeals. Blaze looked up at Siren, he had seen that smirk, that sneer before, it was a deadly smile, he remembered it, it was just before he got hit in the head, and if a snake could laugh, or displace his personal defeated anger on anyone, it would had been, and probably was, given to these three rats. He knew what pity was, he was feeling it for them, and he had learned it now.
Quicker than lightning she suddenly took the branch she had in her hands, struck each of their backs, their upper spines [of the rats], struck them into their spines, pulling the rod like weapon out: killing them as if they were bulls. All three dropped dead. The sharp wooden weapon went from the upper part of the spine, right through their lower body, and she did it so quick, it was like poking the ground with a magic wand.
They died, eyes opened to their defeat, and the rows and rows of rats looked spellbound. So amazed were the rats they all simultaneously ran, ran out of fear: if she could do that in a matter of seconds to three, to the king and two of his guards, how much quicker could she do it to a row, or two rows of rats. Surely they must have been thinking along those lines: they could not reason like her, but they could sense fear, fear for a moment anyway; or at least until they found a way to gain back courage. As a few stood looking at her, she crashed down the solid weapon, the wooden branch, a weapon they had never seen before, for nobody had ever used a devise to kill before, she crushed down on top of their heads this branch, cracking open their skulls, and then the rest ran in double-time back into the thick of the woods.

Part Four of Nineteen
[See notes for overview]

Planet SSARG—the Gathering at: “HegMkog.”
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]

Siren had built a large tree house, reaching from one tree to the other: that is, reaching from those two huge trees that Siren first seen climbing up the embankment, and which the pond was right in back of, and which overlooked the plateau and meadows below, and the forest beyond, and behind her. From this mound position, she could see down the hill and across the valley, the meadows and over the tops of the grass for any enemy, or praetor

[Interlude: Iron Spirit: Blaze mumbling, thinking] “I have no memory of such a creature, except myself: I am the future, it is she who is: but why? I am given pity, not fear: but why? (Am I the victim of madness?) Now, despair in conflict with this iron spirit. I almost was vanished, consumed.” (Blaze checked his childhood; most of his brain was non-receptive to grapping anything substantial, swampy for the most part.
“I was the sum, the all of all the warrior snakes, and like that, like a wind, I am now less than the sum. I am not the strongest anymore, but I am live. I cannot put my tongue on it, but I know, sense it is on the tip of my tongue…”

She could see down the hill, she liked that, whoever might pose a threat to her, they’d have to go through 25,000-snakes, and if the rats came from the woods, the guards would take care of that, those high above the hidden branches of the trees; or at least allow for a warning before the battle.
Shortly after her abode was built, in the following week, the roof being made of grass, and wooden timbers from the forest, and the side likewise: the rats heads were put on poles to let the world of rats know this was a forbidden area. In a way the domicile looked more like a nest than a house, but it kept the rain out, and was cozy. It stretched from one tree to the other, the two large trees: Gog and Magog, she called them. She heard that name in her brain; she presupposed her mother had put it there. Thus, her castle in the trees became known as just that that, “Gog and Magog,” by the snakes who could only say: “HegMkog,” as if one was trying to hiss the name out, which is what they got. And so for short, the place was often referred to as “HegMkog.”
In the following weeks, she had found out that the rats as well as the snakes could climb trees. During this period of peace between all the snakes’ rats, the rats would approach the tree house: Gog and Magog, but stop before they crossed what they called: from the green spot to the dirt spot. They did use the pond, but only on two sides, since it would violate what they felt would be going onto the dirt: not that Siren had drawn a line, evidently they had more so than she. It was a safe zone, and she left it alone. They even got to a point of liking her, as the snakes had already done.
The snakes, like true guards, none abandoned their posts. They all seemed to Siren: like lost souls. These trees became sacred, as it seemed Siren was, but really didn’t’ want to become. She had gotten a message from her mother, that she was on the moon [Rotma], parallel SSARG, how she got there, was beyond her, yet some of her residue was in the chambers of her head, her mind yet.

[Interlude: Running] After a few more weeks, Siren started to run in the woods in the mornings for exercise. And the snakes would chase her, but she flew over, jumped over whatever was, that she had to: that is, any and everything, and they would always lose her, but never did they stop looking for her. Blaze being the most worried of the vipers. One time she had run, and run so far and so fast, she became, and she was, was lost and a grapevine had grabbed her neck, and the vines were so thick, they twisted around her like a snake. She was paralyzed from neck to feet. When she had woke up, several snakes were chewing on the thick vines to free her: thus, they seen her vulnerable, but before they cut through the ropes she used all the strength in her body to break the vine-ropes, and did, and again that impressed the snakes, for they could not do that and could not figure out how she did that; nor could they put it together that they had almost freed her.

As I was saying before, they worshiped her like heathens, as if she was some ancient god, sent to them. Could this actually be some kind of new order, a civilization in the makings [?]: this did not occur to them as I am saying it to you, but it did occur to them as one being naked in the world, and now clothed.
It was happening that the snakes and rodents were now becoming friendly with one another, them joining together at night, using the water, and under the rulership of the New Rat King II. Perhaps it was better she thought, better to see if it was possible for them to build relationships; it might be better than to watch them prepare for war.
During this period, Blaze become friends with King Rat II and 100,000- Rats were now the jungles guardian under the rulership of Siren, for him: he being, the King Rat II stooped, in a bow form, to the new Queen of the Rats. There was a morsel of jealously of whom the Queen liked more, the best: but it was never fought over.
In the days following, she found herself eating nuts, and again the fruits from around the vicinity of her makeshift castle. No one ate rats or snakes anymore, it was forbidden: where at one time it was part of the menu, and part of this planets customs. It is needless to narrate what took place the following six-months, it was pretty routine: but, flesh and beast slept better that was for sure, they ate more bugs and other items than normal, fish was a good catch not and then. And as she took her long walks, and runs daily, it came to pass she discovered some tall, very tall cliffs, over 3000-feet tall. On the top they looked like Mesas; flat toped. And as she saw them day after day after day, she knew inside her she had to leave her creatures behind and explore this area. She saw from a distance some husky, robust large legged beasts on top these cliffs bear type beasts.

Part Five of Nineteen
[See notes for overview]

Planet SSARG—the Bear Cliffs
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]

As Siren climbed the cliffs, step by step, the moans and howls for the the snakes and rats bellowed at her, echoed up to her, hour after hour, and the closer she came to the rim, of the cliffs, the more the bears like creatures, these mysterious beasts, two legged beasts growled at her approach. There were no way the vipers or rodents could climb such a cliff, and so they remained camped out at the bottom of the cliffs.
The closer she came to the edge of the cliff, looking sideways, she could see their massive muscles, and thick torsos: hairy beasts she murmured to her third-eye; and hairy beasts they were, and with big nostrils, teeth sticking out the sides of their mouths, unable to close their mouths completely, as if the jaw and the teeth, and the extending side teeth where in place to stay: claws inches long; very heavy, perhaps 1600 to 2000 pounds; fifteen to twenty feet tall, some where shorter, a few larger.
By the time she got to the top of the cliff, she was exhausted, so tired her lungs and heart were not intone with each other: she felt like collapsing: but rest, oh yes, rest would do it she conjured in her mind, hide for the moment, and rest, respite will be the healer, but a number of the beasts were waiting to corner her. As she was to all creatures of this planet, this planet SSARG, the Grass Planet, she was different, a stranger. On Mercury or Moiromma, or even earth, there were beings like her, but not here, not on this animal and grass forsaken planet where only beast and undergrowth grew, with some kind of higher intelligence, yes, oh yes, she admitted, were its inhabitants; not equal to hers, no, but not as limited as earths creatures, or Moiromma’s. They had quick wit for being a creature, mammal, whatever they were. And all the species seemed to be sectioned away from the others, from one another. As if they were races. They may have even known that certain areas were off limits: sensed it; especially after seeing shapes and shadows, and known it was forbidden: perhaps in their ancient genetic code. And now she, she being Siren was trespassing on everyone’s turf. She was tarring down walls you might say, it was in one of these crevices she found a notebook, in the language of Moiromma, it had the initials of Tig on it

Interlude to Chapter 5:

Cliff bound & Horseplay

Blaze asked ‘Nob,’ a name he had invented for his second-general of the 1st legend in his Army of viper, in his juggled voice,”Why do you become so vicious with your friend here, the rat, we are at peace with them?”
Said Nob, in his squeaky type voice “Horseplay, harmless horseplay,” the rat nodding his head in agreement, even with a bottom-lip type smile, confirming Nob’s already qualifying gesture.
I suppose, thought Blaze, Nob being thirty-feet long and half foot tusks coming out of his head, he could had killed that rat easily, it is when they gang up on you, twenty to one, that is when it is dangerous though to play such provoking games. And Blaze knew there were four to one, in rats vs. snakes. And he knew they were getting restless, both creature and mammal, both viper and parasite. What would happen if the fur-rat got mad at the slimy worm? This was a fleeting thought with Blaze. And the Queen, where was she?
Blaze’s mind examined the cliffs, looking up them: flat on the tops, mesas but try and to get up 3000-feet to find her, you’d need wings, he told himself; and thus, day after day, night after night, he stared at those lofty cliffs, those brown with red shades of clay mixed in them cliffs.

(—We all know animals cannot be bought off with formal logic or placated with gifts—although it has been proven through conditioning processes it can be done with food to a limited degree, but this was not the case here, it was that these animals could remember, perhaps remembered their fathers father, perhaps I say, and like revenge or retribution, love and fatality, thin as it may be inside of their brains, it was, in this world it was so. Perchance it can be likened to the dark side of earth’s moon; it circles the earth, but we do we see it?)) Siren was like a wild cat—she was a skirmisher, who found life interesting, and couldn’t’, or wouldn’t, and didn’t stay in one place too long—alert she was, and she had not lost a fight thus far, and she was young, and that was part of why she had to go into the Bear Country.
Jokaneen suggested, her mother, suggested, what she suggested to her and she did what she could do, and would have, and did before her mother suggested it; and that was to go into the bear country. For some reason, and Siren did not know, Jokaneen was not clipped tight into her mind anymore; she was getting delayed signals from her. Perhaps it was the pull from the Rotma [meaning: SSARG’s moon] to the planet. It was 200,000-miles away, and it would be three months before the moon would orbit to 140,000 miles of the Planet, thus, the communication would be better, and perhaps Jokaneen could reconnect for good within Sirens mind. But it was not so now.
Jokaneen: her thoughts on this planet were mixed, yet she knew these creatures were in a way outside the range or realm of a deity per se, so it would seem, hence, she knew this planet had it not been hidden from the rest of the universe, could not last long—these character beasts, a bizarre phenomenon outside the façade of the universe, outside the realm of respectability and love, but love was—a rootless kind of love was showing up, not of values of a human heart—but their values, as they went along))

The Cliff Bears

a few hours had passed now, and Siren was rested up, the sluggishness of her body was gone, the clumsiness put to rest. Her muscles were not hurting anymore. She felt her rawhide like skin, firm, ready, she was in a furrow, not quite ready to climb out of it, not yet, for should a cliff bear try to get her, as they had tried, they’d fall on top of her most likely, but she was ready to climb out when the time was right; yes, she thought, if the bears fell down on her, they’d only kill both themselves and her; so they waited, she waited and the bears waited.
During twilight, she did creep up the thirty feet or so of the crack,
Her confidence not as secure as it was before. That book she found in the crack, notebook she put in, tucked it into the side of her belt like strip around her waist: she glanced at it before she tucked it away, a quick glance, “All I had to down was [is] stop the freezing of the planet, and sur…” and then she had tucked it away, but it was something, and her mother’s voice said, ‘Later, look at it later.’ And that was what she was going to do, look at it later, whenever later was.

She had crept out of her crack, and away from these giant beasts, well away from them, these monster type bodies. It was the fourth week now, since she walked into this forbidden land, where beast and she stared from a distance. They were not fast running bears in the least, slow, slower than the snakes or rats, and she could outrun both of them, so these mammals were not a challenge as far as running went.
It was early morning; one of these bears came out roaring from the bushes, with ape like eyes. It was too late for Siren to run as she laid on a pile of leaves for a bed. It clutched her arms and tor her loin cloth off, and her breasts became exposed; two other ferocious creatures came, bristly hair, roaring towards her
these mysterious beasts moved slowly, but when they moved shook the ground a bit, they sounded like echoes from a volcano. It seemed these monsters were going to fight over her—their instincts for one another, knew one another, which they’d have to play the game, who was the strongest one. On the ground naked, her head turned to deny the others of their pleasures, she breathlessly gnashed under the leaves. She had kept one of the big rodent’s teeth, it was her weapon; and shoved it into the bear’s eye as it was sizing up his scavenger friends, the wanting prey: as it turned about to see what she was up to, thus, lustful or hungry—all desires halted with the bear screaming and letting lose his grip on her hand. And an earthquake came, a trembling of the earth, they thought for the moment she had created it, and the bears stood stone-still, as she scooted through the massive bunch: scooted to the nearby woods, yet fearful there could be more of this kind lingering about. The cliffs and her tree house came to mind quickly: it looked good now.

[SSARG and its Moon Rotma [in the Black Galaxy]

Part Six of Nineteen
[See notes for overview]

Planet SSARG—A New Dawn
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]

She [meaning: Siren] had had no real luck on these mesas, and started to climb down, the bears a ting fearful for the moment, the cliffs a bit eerie for the moment, each step a lose trigger, that could make her tumble straight down 3000-feet. She climbed down the crack she had climbed out of, some 30-feet, then outward to the face of the cliff, and dug her fingers into the mountains stratum, her feet almost bent forward—quite limber you might say, and heel to toe on the mountain like a mountain cat, she slowly, very slowly, step by step, inch by inch she climbed down. Dawn was breaking, it was a new day; she used some of the old foot and hand grips she made, depressed into the strata with a tooth she carried along with her, on her way up, now down

—As she climbed down the cliff, she remembered hearing her mother’s voice, sudden and sharp, then she heard confusion: thought just about what she imagined, Jokaneen was trying to tell her something, ‘…get off the cliffs [the mesa top], that is what the message was, not loud, not clear, but clear enough to translate; and so that moment had come, that is what she was doing. Yes, Jokaneen had suggested it, but Siren was already in the process of doing it: this is what she was thinking when she was descending: dragging the pride Which, the youth live with but with its variability-changeableness: she pushed aside for the moment) “Yllim—,” said a voice, Siren had heard that voice in her head, she concluded, but couldn’t put face to fact, and this is what she remembered before she killed the bears, when she was on her way to the cliffs, before her mother told her to, ‘…get off the cliffs,’ which was her idea first, and she was proud of that. When she was running, galloping hooves to the cliffs, she remembered that, gallant and proud now, and thunderous was she before. The morning sky was yellow then.
She heard the voice the second time, the voice of Yllim, it said, “Make a scythe,” that is why she was naked now, climbing down the cliffs, except for a string around her waist that held a little notebook in place. And she did what the fragmented voice said, she make a scythe, out of a shard blade of rock, tied to a long thick branch, tied with the long grass that was used for her loin cloth, and the twenty foot pole became a weapon, and when the bears came to her, about to grab her before she could get back down that shaft, that crevasse in the gut of the cliff, that gap, before the giant bear could have his dinner, all three of them, she cut their throats with the weapon.
To the masses below, she must had looked like the conqueror of the planet, for they all fell, all three shapes fell to their death, over the cliffs, to their death and to for the dinner of the vipers and the rats, who where celebrating the forth-shape [meaning: Siren]. She remembered when the beasts fell: the crowed of loyal creatures were loud ((Siren took another step)), it was too loud, too festive; so much too loud and festive that Siren lost thoughts for a moment of the battle taking place, and had one more bear to kill. She killed it, but lost her concentration.

 “Daughter! Daughter! Daughter!” Went through Jokaneen: speeding across her essence, her body residue that was forming into a thicker substance on Rotma [meaning: moon; SSARG’s moon]: this ball that paralleled SSARG, now 140,000-miles from SSARG [The Grass Planet], the very moment had arrived, if she was to connect with her daughter (Yllim: the Moon Prince, son of Roliv, king of Nay [a section of the moon], the young mammalian, who offered to love Jokaneen, and she not knowing quite what to do). Yes, Jokaneen was curious for love, and desire was in her: a desire so strong she was torn, fragmented essence, and horrified to leave her daughter and most likely repudiated by the rest of the Universe, this was her chance; both torn (Jokaneen) Yllim too).
The moon was 140,000-miles from the planet now, not pride or logic, but believing something could happen if she wasn’t’ there, with her daughter was her painful side, the side that said she should leave while she could, leave this moon-kingdom of sorts, while she could. She said for the third time, “Daughter! Daughter! Daughter!”
“Go to her,” Yllim said, looking at his General, General Lafos, the General commander of Nay and his fathers most trusted General, one that observed his courage, and often reported back to his father. And then he stopped intervening, and she was gone—gone…
and it was but a moments time—Siren cold hear her mother plainly again, save for the slight difference in time and space.

(The voice in transition) …that instant, the: was-not: is: was is an advantage for the voice took place through gravitational pull: its weightless waves to the planet, the Voice: but had there been resistance maybe the Voice would not have been permitted to escape the gravity, the planet at seemingly have a little more pull, than the moon: and the prince allowing them to be uncoupled, she return to Siren: and there in her mind was the Voice again, her world: no longer fragmented. His face [meaning: Yllim] pale: lowered hands, shoulders lowered, and hunchbacked. He took her love in secret what more could he do, he had to let go, and he did let go. (There was three involved—Siren-Jokaneen and Yllim, the three of them hooked together, all believing love would not separate them, but it did: for a while, partly for Siren, and now fully for Yllim.)

dawn was breaking, it was a new day; she used some of the old foot and hand grips she made, depressed into the strata with a tooth she carried along with her, on her way up, now down
—As she met her horde of vipers and rodents—she had assumed she assumed now she’d be able to sleep well, and wake up without any wondering if she was going to see a new dawn.
“Welcome back mother,” she said to Jokaneen.
The creatures had eaten the three bears that had fallen from the cliffs, hide, flesh, and to the bone, and then the bones: nothing was left. And they all gathered about her, proud to have her for their queen.
It was too far to go back to their land, or so Siren announced, and then pointed to what she called “The Valley of the Dawn.” It was in another direction. She had heard from Blaze and Nob, it was the land of the Manticore, some creature they could not describe.

—Morning came quick, perhaps too quick, they were in a land known as “The Land of the Dawn,” and over her was a four legged creature like a tiger, or lion, she had never seen such a creature, and the head of a man, similar to an earthling. ‘By god,’ she said, looking at the beast humming, hissing her face: it was as surprised to see her as she him, it, the Manticore was examining her, with its saber like teeth ready to devour her, should she move: ‘Lay still,’ Jokaneen told Siren in her head, and somehow, Siren woke up Blaze, talked in his language: ‘Ko, ko, ko [go, go, go] Oi, oi [help, help] ◊/rS
[Siren],’ had the snake sounded the name out it would had been different of course, but the viper understood, and woke Nob up, the sun was coming up, an they both had regenerated their strength through the cool night. The hot days sucked the energy out of them.
Then casting their eyes over by Siren, they saw the Manticore: both a fit fearful, yet unsure what Siren was going to do, they took no chances and leaped several feet in the air: Siren saw them flying in the air, and when they landed the head to the Manticore was in Blazes mouth, and Nob was wrapping his long slimy lizard like body around the Manticore’s abdomen, and squeezed the life out of what was left of him. This tiger beast was one of many, the vipers knew: they knew from legend, everything on this planet was, or seemed to be handed down by some kind of clairvoyance: that being, from echoes of the land, the Grass Planet was as if it could talk, send out messages of its providences to the new born: as if it held into side its core the legend to the inhabitants, but global waves of information to its populace; if anything, the planet was a mother to the living and breathing on its surface. It could harm though, should it want to, should it need to, should it be provoked to. It had in the past, and all living things on this planet knew, it, they knew, because the planet told them, just as the planet had told the vipers and the rats about the Land of Dawn, where the Manticore’s lived.
Blaze was hurt, deep scratches into its outer skin, into its flesh, deep, for the claws of the Manticore were long and thick—but the antagonist was gone, dead. She built a fire and they camped there for several days, caring for Blaze trying to kill the bacteria, the microorganisms within his wounds, and there were several: the wounds were open and thus, infant worms to eat the decay and the germs out of the wounds, keeping everything as clean as possible: all with the guidance of her mother. And on the seventh day, he rose from his deathbed to her armpit, to show Siren he was of vivacious, and healed; that the Queen used her magic again, and all was well.

Characters [or creatures] Names:

Siren [Daughter of Jokaneen]
Blaze [King of the Snakes]
Nob [A general and a snake to Blaze]
Manticore
Jokaneen [Mother to Siren]
Yllim [Prince of Rotma; son of King Roliv]
Roliv, King of Nay [part of Rotma: the moon]
General Lafos [Commander under King Roliv of Rotma]
King Rat I [Killed during a fight with Siren]
King Rat II [King of the Rats]
The Manticore’s
The Frat Serpents
The Gin: Master of the Manticores
The Misfits [Cliff Dwellers]
Finn, the Giant
King Htok [of the Chamber Kingdom]
Ahtla [maid from the Chamber Kingdom]

Locations:

SSARG
Rotma [SSARG’s Moon]
Nay [a section of the Moon, Rotma]
Amtor [Rotma’s asteroid-moon]
The Great Lakes of SSARG

Snake: Language:

Ko [go]

Oi [help]

◊/rS [Siren]

Lost in Silence
[Final Chapter in: “The Cadaverous Planets”]

Chapter Thirty [30/ and Advance to Chapter 1-6 of SSARG]

[Jokaneen: on Rotma, SSARG’s planetoid like moon.] “When my daughter Siren left Moiromma, to SSARG, I was sure our telepathic powers we both seem to have, would remain strong between us; but to a certain degree they did: not remain strong, but remain they did; I was permitted somehow, someway to communicate with her, even envisage her, to a certain degree. And although I expected no to communicate at all, being so far outside the our known Galaxy, I was surprised, plus, after hearing about the planet she went to, I sure she’d die quickly. Again I found myself surprised in that that I miscalculated her growth in both courage, and wit. I had heard it was the land of Grass, vipers and all sort of creatures unknown to this Galaxy. Although Earth has many of its legends, legends told sideways: meaning, they must had been here at one time: perhaps so, perhaps not—but the legends seemed to connect somehow.
“As you will may know by now, I died on planet earth; I mean in the vaults of Hell. But like a ghost I followed her through her mind: I was enwrapped into her mind, like smoked fish; that is a little harsh I suppose, in trying to connect the dotes, but you understand, it was a process of will, mind, an act of the Almighty, osmosis and I can’t think of anything else, there I was, in her mind.
“At this juncture, I was also familiar with her viper friend, Blaze. Then as you know, I ended up here, here on your planet, I mean moon
Rotma, as you call it Yllim. And I can only get half the communication I want with her it’s all fragmented. Thus, I’m come to the conclusion I’m half here and half still in her mind.”
Roliv, the King of Nay, a section of Rotma [the moon], was listening as she spoke to his son. She was a ghost, and he feared some, yet what can you do with a shadow he told himself, but listen. And she was taken to the Prince, so let her talk, and she did. The father was like a Homo erectus, hairy and bend a ting, long fingers and odd looking head, perturbing face, stubbed nose: big nostrils, and so forth and so on. The son was to the contrary: he was not too big, or as big as Siren, but build well; somewhat hairy, but not like his father, and he was more on the more advanced side of evolution, perhaps equal to the stone age personage of earth.
She had learned they were Rotma-lites, and “Nay,’ occupied a large part of the moon they lived on. Said the general, general Lafos, in his robust voice, “Make her a prisoner,” to the king. The king looked at him, think ‘But how,’ and the prince, simply said, ‘wait,’ as if anyone had a choice.
At this juncture, many of the areas inhabitants came to listen to the new species that had shown up on their planetoid. A most interesting creature they thought. (The language barrier, it is always the language barrier that interrupts my stories: but believe me, I have traveled the world, and language, or not knowing the others, is not a big thing, not a stopper, not a hole in the ground: others, they can read your eyes, your body language, and Jokaneen, put sounds together faster than I can type this story, having said that, and putting all this together, we return). …An interesting creature they thought.
Yes, oh yes, they were much intrigued, and did not want to give death to the woman who showed up in a mist form, a ghost form, one you could throw a rock through and it would most likely hit the king on the other side of her. Ghost she was, but a fine looking ghost, and Yllim had eyes for her and his heart was beating fast. And Roliv’s long narrow head was thinking fast, faster than Yllim’s heart I think was beating. And the general was confused on what to do, so he remained alert, stationary: like a good soldier, and on guard.
If fathers have jealousy, then it must be measured by love also, I would expect, and jealousy was on Roliv’s face, and love, but love can harbor anger, if only males—especially on this planetoid—knew how to get on the other side of anger which is hurt, it would reduce the friction, especially the friction the general, general Lafos was noticing in the King’s posture, his twitching, his face, his eyes. Yet he held back his aggression.
Aid Lafos [with a spectator smile]: “What other worlds are there besides our moon, and planet?” then he hesitated, and she gave no answer, and then added harshly and with authority, “She is a spy!”
Said Yllim, “But from where? If there are no other planets except SSARG and Rotma: Nay our home, then where—and if from SSARG for what reasons? They do not want to live on Rotma, no more than we want to live on SSARG? No, general, you are wrong, she is stranded.” Lafos was a hairy beast man, lips as thick, eyes bulging out like a pineapples hanging lose on a tree, as if they’d fall out should someone bump him. But he looked strong. The King was silent. Then Lafos left, and when he came back he had a vase like piece of pottery, sacred poetry, and unbreakable pottery, saved for such occasions, as Lafos felt the empire was in danger of evil sprits. And he threw some substance into the bonfire, that all were standing around, several soldiers about, and a magic smoke came from it, subdued the evil spirit, Jokaneen, and she seeped like a cloud into the top of the vase, and he plugged it with hard clay.
It happened so fast, all where taken by surprise, and of course, his excuse to the king was: it was his job to insure his safety, and he did have the ear of the king, even more so than the prince: not the love, but the security ear.
And there she remained for the moment. To Jokaneen it was back to Hell’s vaults, old memories coming back to her, she was reliving the tombs she was placed in, in Hell: it was mortification.
The fire glowed, flickered, and the Prince’s face grew Angrier and Angrier, and he stood up, grabbed the bottle and proclaimed his intentions: “I am going to marry her, take her for my own.”
The King looked at Lafos with an evil eye, it was worse than before, at least he had a son, now he was about to lose one to a ghost, and surely she’d accept, knowing she’d be returned perhaps to the bottle.
Said the King with a fair sounding voice: “Let’s take time to think about any proposals, and if you wish to marry her, my love for you will not out weigh my jealousy of her, you can marry; but it would seem a boring life, but than love is deeper than consummation, to pleasure or desire. Thus, we shall see, and I ask you give this thought in the following days, and then, then you can sit with me, and me alone and proclaim your heart, and if be it marriage, so be it.”
The whole lot of people clapped, and bowed to the king, as they walked by him. Seldom did He come out and sit by a fire and talk freely with the civic people. But they saw a fair king, a king that took heart before logic, especially with his own son.

Part Seven off Nineteen
[See notes for overview]

Planet SSARG—Legs of the Spider
And the Great Plains [two parts]
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]

The Flat Lands

[Legs of the Spider] —The Tarantula Nebula; around our Galaxy reside two separate galaxies: the large being Magellanic Cloud (LMC: 30,000 light years from earth); and the small, Magellanic Cloud (SMC: 160,000-light years from earth); the galaxy [s] looks similar to the legs of a spider. Our galaxy the one our solar system is in, the one our earth calls home, is the Milky Way; and these third galaxy seems to be slowly enmeshing with our Milky Way, as is, Andormeda Galaxy too: so Siren had learned. But we are only concerned here with one, at the moment: LMC, which is about the one where SSARG’s at; let me try to explain the best I can so you can have a certain idea of where Siren is at and her new planet is at, as Siren has just learned also: the location. The Three galaxies I have mentioned besides the Milky Way, will someday I do believe—will someday go together, entangle and become one, especially the two Magellanic Cloud galaxies, as I have mentioned. The LMC Galaxy has many stars in it, and its Nebula, Tarantula, has many. Tarantula has about 800-light-years across it. A big hole you could say: again, called ‘The Legs of the Spider,’ with a great mass of gas, ultraviolet radiation of embedded stars—these stars are young, as are the planets therein; I would say three million years old. And yes, SSARG is no older than they are.
Rotma, SSARG’s moon, covers the gassy environment to a certain degree, for the Planet SSARG, by blocking its overpowering ultraviolet radiation, and there is a second smaller moon, more on the order of a large asteroid, in Rotma’s orbit, which blocks, or helps block some of the rays on Rotma. There is no air or life on this smaller asteroid-planet, called Amtor. Amtor is about 250,000-miles from Rotma, and does not have all that much gravitational pull on Rotma, for the most part.
It might be of interest also, that on SSARG, there is no Arctic or Antarctica [or north or south poles]. That seems to allow for a more stable balance in its weather.

[Advance to Chapter Seven/about the narrator]: SSARG—, a planet of grass beyond the Milky Way Galaxy: this is the continuation of the nineteen-sketches of ‘Siren of SSARG,’ to include her mother Jokaneen, from the cadaverous Planets, as narrated to him telepathically Dennis L. Siluk, at his condo in the high mountains of the Andes of Peru, in the city of Huancayo; Siren, which has Moiromma blood, through interplanetary space ended up on this stranded planet of sorts, a bit smaller than Earth, but larger than Earth’s moon.
The planet has several frontiers: vast desert plateaus, and immense prairies of long grass; while other sections have towering cliffs, and still others caves; through here time here on the planet she has found insuperable obstacles, but has defeated all.
In this strange land, this planet where the grass can grow twenty feet high, there are no oceans, nor are there poles, as we know them to be on earth, but there are several great lakes, as larger if not larger than Lake Superior on earth, as large if not larger than the state of Minnesota; and some 2000-feet deep. There are cadaverous enemies in these deep waters, monsters. There were even wars in this underwater worlds, in these gigantic lakes: in these waters there are ‘Children of the Deep,’ who are seeded by serpents of flesh, onto pods and grown like wild flowers, heads like babies, and bodies like frogs; a stem attached to their heads: they are called ‘Frat Serpents,’ and can grow to be as big as whales, if allowed. And now, the narrator has just picked up some telepathic narration to distribute:

Chapter Seven: The Great Plains [Flatlands]

As Siren continued west, back to where her tree house was—out of the Land of the Dawn, as she called it, or land of the Manticore might be more proper, she started to see birds, with yellow and blue feet; rivers that ran uphill, and fish jumping several feet out of the air, from a huge lake, and grass as tall as twenty-feet. The birds were huge, about half her size. The water was cool and sweet. When she had come to the cliffs, she turned from to go back southwest.
She noticed a few of these upright Manticore’s following her behind, they walked like kangaroos, somewhat. It was a most hideous sight she pondered, and now they were crossing one of the several plains they had crossed to get to where they had been: journeying back now.
Siren looked a few times at Blaze, the reason being, he looked a bit confused, if not strange, possibly it was the first time he had eaten flesh and animal at the same time, the Manticore meat he had devoured after the kill: it seemed he was craving more of it. Nonetheless, they proceeded forward crossing the long prairies.
Each night Siren built a fire and the animals, the rats and the vipers, and the Manticore’s behind them, wicked-eyed, but not threatening, would come close to the fire, about twenty feet, at first it was more than a hundred feet, they had build, slowly build their way to twenty feet in front of the fire, then they’d go back to their campsite about three-hundred feet from theirs. As they went from day to day, they ate what they could: nuts, fruits, bugs and some kind of food growing on green stalks, which all seemed to have an acquired taste, and of nutritive qualities.

It was several weeks in the marching forward to their home, when Siren had some dreams where she visualized in the southern meadows, coming up, she visualized this, that an attack, soon an attack would take place: the vipers and rats would attack the hundred or so Manticore’s and thus exterminate a race, and disturb the balance of the planet, imaginative it was, but real it felt to her. The Manticore’s could not fight the massive amount of vipers and rats, yet they felt threatened: perhaps jealous or perhaps feeling their queen was in danger. No peace was made between the Manticore’s, not like it was forced upon the rats, by Siren, with the vipers, and this planet had not leaned grace was a virtue, so it could break out at anytime, and before she could stop it, it would be all over; perhaps the one hundred Manticore’s were but a small company of the race, she didn’t know, and they were on a fact finding mission. Everything on this planet was sectioned off, kept secret from one species to the next.

Chapter Eight:
The Chamber City

The creature, Manticore’s, sat by the warm fire; they wanted to know how to create fire. And with Siren’s second sight, she read their minds. In ding so, she also found out nearby, underneath a cliff were what they called “The Chamber City,” it was on the order of the ancient cliff dwellings (similar to those at Mesa Verde, in Colorado). In the morning they followed these Manticore’s, not quite able to transmit their language into an understanding dialogue, they followed these creatures to the gates, via, Siren.
Lifting hand and head to get up this lofty cliff, this dwelling, the army of rodents and vipers, and now a few Manticores, once again had to stand down stay below. The leader of the Manticores was called, The Gin, or master if you will, and he accompanied her. It was a vacant city for the most part; some ghosts seemed to be here about, so Siren detected with her senses or insight.
Most of the small city under the cliffs were made either out of some kind of sandstone, along with bricks and boulders, no mortaring needed it seemed. She was getting a ting tired as she investigated her new surroundings, the Gin by her side. As she advanced further into the cave, and now Gin had two more of his guards with him, Siren asked the three to stay by the opening of the cliffs, as she ventured deeper into the subterranean cliffs. And they did as she asked. All these creatures she came to love and like, was for the most part appalling at beast, yet at their whim, she could be killed. Now she was in a city of some 100-rooms, some above ground others below.
It seemed to her this was not a hostile environment, not yet anyhow. Again I repeat, from the exterior, or outside of the city, especially down below the cliffs, where Siren’s army remained, the city looked like an ancient ruins, and may very well have been so, a décor, or real, she was now by a room called: “The Rose Room.” Here she found an Operations Room, one that you might see at the Space Center in Huston: with many screens to watch with many controls and switches, everywhere.

[The Beasts] She could speak and somehow be understood by the beast, their language were grunts and gestures, or were for the most part; yet Siren interpreted it inside her head, a phenomenon it was, and as strange as it was, it was but a way to understand the universe more: a gift given to her at birth. The control room captivated her.
The control room was perhaps some 1600-square feet. As she walked around the area, she had three grunting creatures; the grunts were somewhat erythematic you could say; the new found huge creatures. These creatures lived here, had some kind of kingdom, but played it safe with Siren, knowing there were those waiting for her out side the compound.

The Roar

A roar greeted her footsteps; she thought it was the misfits she had discovered and were standing by watching her, as she checked out the room. Then, she turned around, they were gone, the misfits, as she nicknamed them. She looked about someone, they were fighting with a giant, a fumbling giant to be exact, and she called him Finn: he was about twenty-feet tall; a freak of nature he classified him as, smoothed skin, big hips. They seemed to be tugging with him, shaking of heads and grunting, and then the four stopped to see Siren staring at them.

Written: 4/3/2004; revised 11/2005 [Peru]

As Siren awoke, she started to walk through the thick grass, it was pre dawn, and the grass was wet with dew, and tall, and she knew the Manticore’s could smell her, hear her, perhaps taste her on their tongues but none leaped out upon her: although they were wild and savage.
As she stepped out from the high grass to where the Manticore’s were camping, they all stood erect, noble like, --then a great roar of hissing started, with flanked animals all about them: black, red, and brown headed stakes, and hairy rats; the rats snapping their jaws, and the snakes hissing and moving back and forth, and siren halted them throwing back her head—.

Note: Original Chapter done April 2004, revised November, 2005

Chapter Nine:
Finn the Giant

“Do not slay him,” she screamed at the three misfits, she demanded. Perhaps it was their way of playing with the big guy, but it looked fatal from Siren’s vantage point.
The Giant grunted at all three of the individuals, and the three said, “No—why not!” As they continued to fight the giant with bare hands; the giant got knocked down; he now seemed senseless; Finn must have weighed all of 800-pounds.
The giant roared again, and in the hallway it created a clamoring echo; yet this time the swaying giant remained calm, yelling yes, but calm, as if to be stunned, looking down at his shadow, talking to himself, talking to himself like a crazy man, or just idiot; hands fumbling again, his throat was cut from the claws of the misfits.
As Siren looked upon him, “…he lives,” she murmured. All looked upon the giant; the misfits venomously looked, and then at Siren, yet all talked to her in a voice of calm: nothing occurred, nothing that would provoke her to fight.
Finn’s throat was bad, a deep cut, but not to the point of it being a deadly wound, he put some mud on it, to cover it, and the minerals in the mud seemed to do the trick, by closing the would, and stopping the bleeding.
“We are all… (Lost for words: she paused, then continued)…we all should be comrades in this deadly land, not look for warfare…lest we find it, and end our days for nothing,” said Siren with a sigh. The misfits looked upon her as if to say: ‘is she nuts;’ I mean they lived for war; it was a way of life. It was the difference between having an honorable and active life, or dull and limited meager life: so they believed, and reasoned.
The misfits gave a snarl, half smile, as if they were listening, still fearful of this new creature woman: but their minds were really off some other place. On the other hand, Siren was thinking: what could she do with these three new creatures, or was there more like them, and if so, than what, and now a giant, and her army awaiting her. She pondered at the faces, and the facts in front of her.

(—Outside the chambers, and caves, were the rodents and snakes bellowing for Siren to return. She did show her face for a moment, but only a moment, and returned to the Rose Room; the rodents were digging, or trying to dig a hole into the cliff, making holes so they could climb it to be with her, thus, at seeing her, they stopped.)

The First Night

The first night, Siren slept in the “Control Room Chambers,” otherwise known as the Rose Room, while Finn slept in the cave like hallway, grunting and guarding the door, and the three-misfits, slept with their newfound friend Siren, but a distance away, and the Manticores slept guarding outside by the top of the cliff, looking down at the army, and trying to keep them calm for Siren. The Vipers were restless, but knew with Siren they had to be patient, and so they were learning, save for the fact, they did worry about their queen’s safety.

King Htok

—Something leaped over Siren, then a second something, they held her down still, it was damnable-dark in the room, and they exasperatedly grabbed her in a quiet but violent way; Finn was sleeping, everyone was sleeping. Her jaws locked onto a hand, and then she let it go after grabbing onto an ear, then spitting it out. Maddened with pain, the two some bodies gave her a potion that subdued her; then they put shackles around her writs and ankles.
There was a notch in the chamber wall, as they went through a chamber door to anther room, these beings were more Neanderthal looking, more so than the three misfits, whom were the scouts for the King, King Htok [of the Chamber Kingdom], whom befriended Siren. They brought her into the inner chamber; the king sat on a chair, now looking upon Siren and His dutiful soldiers, with a smile for a job well down. The misfits, were rewarded, and then sent away.

Chapter Ten:
King Htok

“I warn you,” he said, “if you try to scratch or bite my men I will kill you!” Said King Htok, sitting on his stone throne, instructing Siren in the niceties of war, and fair play: she merely snarled at him, and them, them being the soldiers that subdued her, the two.
“My name is King Htok,” he said to Siren.
She answered, “And I’m Queen Siren,” a pause, and silence filled the chamber walls, stone on stone bouncing the rippled echo back to the king, like a boomerang.
“Your who, from where?” said the King.
“I’m Queen Siren from Moiromma, Mercury, Earth, and now here, SSARG. And my army will swallow you up, should you not release me, and should you kill me, you kill your whole civilization, if you have one.” The words of Siren’s were tricky for the king to understand, and he had three translators by his side, but they were translated properly.
“So you are from way out in the dark overhead (space),” said the King with a ting of mystery and wonderment in his gaze.
She showed no fear, a voice from her mother inside of her head, told her to remain calm, things would pass, but also to remain respectful to a king, for should you push him in a corner, he would have to choice but to sacrifice his whole kingdom for the honor of it. And so Siren played the game, and plowed her head, slightly. All saw that she, the Queen of her beastly following was honoring their king, and gazed upon her as a worthy captive.
The General said, sarcastically, but willingly, “Should we hand her, stab her, or eat her live?” These were the normal practices of captives in war.
“No,” said the king, “She’ll be my love mate.” She looked at him, and said not a word.
“Do you agree?” the king asked. It was funny she thought: why was he asking, he didn’t have to, perhaps because she was a queen, and a captive love mate: queen, would ward off an all out war, if she agreed.
She did agree, it was a matter of dying and going to another location in space for her, for her kind it was simple, but many would die should she do that, perhaps she could prevent this in time, and it would have to be soon, they had no idea of the war that was about to take place.

Ahtla

At that moment a girl took her to another chambers within the hidden walls of the strange mountain kingdom, deep within the under bellow of the mesa above them. Her name was Ahtla. She said in a soft voice,
“I’ve never seen a strong looking female like you? Wild beasts, that’s all there is on this level surface, around us. Are you somewhat sort of an animal? You know, half beast, half being?” said Ahtla. Siren’s eyes widened.
“Why?” [A pause took place between the two women]
Siren was naked, and Ahtla was with a skimpy tunic on, and she watched Siren clean up, taking all the dirt and dust off her skin, course skin for the most part.
“He’s a devil,” said Ahtla, meaning the king, “so be careful of him,” then she looked at Siren, and her shapely body, “the king will be pleased with you,” she murmured softly. “Don’t tell him I said that though.

Night

In the middle of the night, the king came for his pleasures and Siren was not resistant, allowing him his full character, feeling otherwise, it would not give her time to think of a way out. And to be quite honest, she was feeling the need for the same pleasures, and so perhaps she could get what she wanted, letting him think he was the power, and had it over her. In essence, she really felt, he was just a semi fat old king, with a ding-dong.
“Well I’ll be,” the king said, looking at Siren sleeping on a stone bed with some light covers over her, no pillow, her forearm for a head rest. And he made love to her. Afterwards he said, “You are a great lover, I shall keep you around a while.” She smiled at him, and made no attempt to bust his bubble.

Chapter Eleven
The Executioner

Siren knew she was silently condemned to death, especially in the morning when the king, King Htok, and several of his guards awoke her, stood over her like hawks ready for the kill.
She could see the king better now, better than in the dark last night: he had old wounds, scars all over his face: dark skin, and much older than what she first thought.
“Hello,” she said in a free voice, one that showed no fear whatsoever. The king looked down upon her as if she was the maid herself, not a queen. An ego trip, thought Siren, to show off in front of his men.
“I have heard you have many creatures that follow you, that you are a warrior and even the Manticores fear you?”
“What do you really want?” asked Siren.
“Why did you come here?” asked the king.
“Hoping I’d find living beings similar to me, or like you.”
The king stared at her, with a puzzled face. It seemed to break some ice between them: a compliment, if that is really what it was. He touched her long black hair.
“I hear you fight with skill, do things no one thinks will appear?”
“I can be useful in a war, if that is what you mean?” It was like she could read the kings mind, if not motives.
“You can be dangerous I see…” his hand now rubbing his chin, as if to gather up some new thoughts.
Said the king’s assistant: “She has the devils trick in her eyes.”
“AH,” she said, “You know of him too, my mother met him, and so did I, in hell.” The king laughed, yes, we have heard of this person called the devil and His horde, or henchman, even on this planet, for I heard you are from another.”
It seemed to Siren—for there was a moment of silence: pity, friendship and a warrior’s destiny, all were being deliberated within the king’s mind.
A moment passed uneventfully, the king turned around and Siren in thought: you’re going to lose your chance to have a loyal subject vs. a wild beast lurking behind your shadow. And she was all she thought to be, she was confident, she was brave she was willing.
Siren had noticed, the friendly maid had not returned, and the guards had left her chamber. And the king had left the room, only to return within a few minutes, unannounced.
—As he came back into her room, he unchained her; she knew he would decide her fate soon. But she gave no inclination to her knowledge, or foresight. Thus, the shackles were off her ankles and wrist.
The king now took her to an underground vault; she carried his torch for him. As he pulled open a door on the floor, there being no furniture thereabouts (in the underground chamber room), no ornamentation, just a box. They both jumped into this cramped chamber that had a big stone for an overhead door, which was laid over the top of the hole to his chamber below. IT was a gloomy place indeed, thought Siren. He opened the wooden box in the underground chamber; there was a scroll in there, --in English, he asked her to read it and so they both sat down, torch and all, now the king held the torch, as Siren examined the document.

Chapter Twelve
The Document

It was a strange document. She looked at the king with high-sharpened eyes, looking at his massive shoulders. Remembering the lovemaking he forced upon her the evening before. The woman inside of her wanted him, and so did the beast. She had a short tunic on, as did the king, he also had sandals that seem to be burdensome when walking, or even sitting.
“The document indicates the human race, from earth has been here in the past that this was an outpost at one time, to a land called Atlantis, over 10,000-years ago. And through time, another alien race by some kind of agreement kept data on this world of yours, through the pyramids on Earth in Egypt. Sending back signals, to a king called Poseidon. They used obelisks that were planted in Egypt for transmitting, as well as the inner core of the pyramid, which held an energy source.
“The race called, ‘The Old Ones,’ were in charge of transmitting this information after a while, evidently they were more suitable for the task, able to lock on to circular energy, what would regenerate itself as in a letter eight, whereas the human needed to be fed constantly and died out here. You perhaps have some of their blood.
“You can see their tools in the control room, however it operated, and it got messages back and forth throughout the galaxy.”
The king now told Siren to sit and be quiet as he went and got his soldiers to try and operate the equipment, that he was so fearful of all his living days. But being still and quiet was not conducive for the tranquility of her mind; she knew the king was to cleaver to let her live.
As soon as Siren had taken her seat, given the document back to the king, he got up, tripped over Siren’s foot, the box with his sandals, hit his head on a rock. He was unconscious, and Siren knew it was but for a moment, for he was old, and clumsy, but he’d be up in a moment’s time nonetheless, and she had to act quickly; an idea from her mother flooded her cerebellum. She jumped up, leaped out of the 3x3 hole into the floor, started to move the 300-pound stone back to the opening in the floor as it then, fell into in place. Yes, the king was buried alive.

—He was a mad king indeed bellowing from his pit to be set free. He couldn’t move the stone, all he had to stand on was a wooden box, and that broke quickly of old age. Half a dozen other stones were lying about in the chamber, she moved them over to the spot she was at, and put them on top of the main flat stone, making the weight some 500-pound now. He was now in his grave with his document in hand; but these adventures were not over yet; the king was doomed, sure enough, and she was on its edge. She would have to play this out.
She said to the rocks, the ones she piled over the king’s grave:
“The beast overtook the woman, but the woman ate the beast at the end (she was hoping the king heard that).” Her eyes ablaze, thunder in her heart, she left the chamber and now found herself in the halls of the king.

Chapter Thirteen
Hearts of Buzzards

Below the cliffs and caves remained the frequently snarling vipers and rodents, and a few of the Manticores, all in and with their own arguments on dominating natures: questioning whom would rule who, when, how, etc., Siren had been gone now going on three days. There seemed no end to the hissing debate going on below the cliffs.
Blaze II, wanted to rule of course, and would seem the most likely to be chosen, should Siren do the choosing, but of course, she was not present. All, to include the Manticores, said: they would follow the most dominant one, the strongest, and the most courageous. Thus, of the three rodents whom seemed to be the elders, selected was: “Fists” whom would challenge Blaze. He was the most ferocious of the rodents. The 90- or so Manticores remained quiet, as did the few on top of the cliff swellings: with Finn, all waiting for Sirens arrival.

Just before dark, the two were vehemently sneering at one another. All had agreed to follow the winner, provided one died. The females from both the groups looked on, and stepped back, and did no yelling or cheering, just remained stone still waiting.
The two figures were guided by the moon’s light, it was overhead, and the fight needed to take place, should a mist cover it up and the light disappear. Hence, they moved in a circle like one might at a cockfight both following one another trying to see the vulnerable spot of the other to attack. The rodent’s hair was bristle like, as the viper’s body was starting to swell as if to leap. They both had hearts of buzzards, trying to provoke the other to take the first action, thus leaving him at a disadvantage, should the other wish to wait for such a moment, and strike during the interval of his recovery. They both made sounds, a senseless clamor it seemed, but it was to frighten the other, in this balancing of nerves with skill in battle.

The Fight
(Fists and Blaze II)

Finn, the giant slept in one of he deep halls away from all the commotion, while the Manticores pounded their hairy chests about with excitement at all the disorder going on. Thus, under the stars the two antagonists started their jumping, leaping and tarring each other part.
—It was morning, dawn, and the two still were grunting at one another; still both beating on one another: both bloody; skin torn off their shoulders, and for the viper it would be of course its long body [That of: Blaze II]; skin shredded with scratches and bits, yet both lived, if only half alive.
The battle through the night was neck to neck you could say. For the viper he liked a close fight, for the rat, he liked it to be more at a distance: to pace, and attack the viper to leap and attack. Both took heavy blow; a heavy blow, at one time (when Blaze leaped on the rat), a blinding blow to that broke the rat’s willpower for a moment: he went staggering about. Fists, was no push over though, yet the weight of Blaze was melodramatically, overemotionally, too, too much for most of the onlookers, it was crushing, almost humiliating but somehow he got back up to, and his feet, to fight again.
In one respect, it was a long tedious fight, at least for the spectator—and in both beasts, both were losing their championships, and this was not good. It was one thing to give it up to Siren, another to have it taken away from another race.

On top the cliff, three Manticores watched every movement of the fight: then out of nowhere, she leaped off the high cliff, Siren, yes Siren, she leaped like a flying hawk, awkward it looked, but steady she landed on the ground below, said, “I’m back!” And the valley below, in front of her, surrounding her, all its inhabitants, thereof, were in an uproar with elaborateness, splendor grandeur to have gotten their queen back.
She looked around, and wished she had peace and quiet for a spell, a place to hide; comfort, like the place she had build on the mound, the keep in the trees, the castle like, now she could use it, if only she could find her way back. But her mind was wondering, and to tend to business, and get her army back in order.

Chapter Fourteen
Siren the Conqueror
(Scoriae and Finn)

Siren pronounced “Fists,” to be the leader of the Rat, and “Blaze II,” to be the leader of the vipers: the General of the Viper Army that is, and “Scoriae,” to be the one leading the Manticores, the general, of the one hundred and to be her personal guards: feeling they were not after power, but rather, a place to fit in, and should they follow her, they’d be damned by both the vipers and rats. So if they’d wish, this was her plan.
Finn, wanted to remain where he was, for it was the only kingdom he knew, alone perhaps, or perhaps not. In a way he was a gentle giant, perhaps forced to be, for he would be the only one of his kind against a host of other races and armies. Should he offend anyone, there was no place to hide. He knew the king had a tall daughter, and perhaps someday he’d allow them to mate (tall meaning: he was twenty feet, and she about eight or nine), it was in the back of his mind, but way back there. The king now was nowhere to be found.
Henceforward, the armies left the cliff dwellings, leaving Finn behind. As fascinated as she was with the humanoids and their control room, she had no time to explore it further; she had to gain control of her armies before they killed one another and dipped the balance of the planet. In a way, you could say, the picture she saw was bigger than her wants; nonetheless, she took on the rulership of the three armies and sent the Manticores off (the one-hundred off them), back to show their tribe how to make fire.
She now had her garment on, and felt it was a symbol (since the cliff dwellers wore cloths) that she’d have to return someday and perhaps conquer the cliff kingdom, but for the time being, her army and she needed to leave.

—It was at this intersection of her life on the planet her reputation started to precede her. It was circulating around the orb from the mountains, to the plains and now the cliff chambers and this newfound kingdom, as well as throughout the grasslands.

Troubled Manticores
Chapter Fifteen
Part One

Siren noticed as she journeyed back to the tall grasslands, of which the vipers called home, the Manticores, all but one, became spasmodic.
Their hairy chests heaved in and out like fish gills, sucking in air, and I suppose wanting it to be water. The air was odd for them; kind of a chemical imbalance took place in their bodies. They became weak, a quarrelsome bunch. At times, blood came running out of their mouths, with wheezes of pain. Several times they had to stop and rest after only a few miles. It was as if evolution had not built a strong enough system for them to endure this part of the world. The Humidity was high also.
Perhaps that was the plan of the God of the Universe, thought Siren: that is, to keep these wild creatures away from each other: thus, build into the evolutionary track, a climate thermostat (or territorial one), and when it goes into a certain forbidden area, like a buzzer, it goes off and the system breaks down.
Perhaps that is why Finn didn’t want to leave the cliffs, and why the bears remained on the mesas; the rodents seemed to adapt pretty well everyplace they went, but did not like to go below the mound area, where the grasses were so high they could entangle one, and bind them up forever.
One night, one for the Manticores whirled himself around and around like a crazy dog, and with a warped like back, leaped into the fire unintentionally, and burned himself up bad. It was but an instant all this took place. Siren pulled him out, but the deep wounds did not heal, and he died.

Scoriae
Part Two

The leader, Scoriae, was left with little alternative, but to go back lest he wait until his men no longer would be able to resist the climatic change and die in place. Siren agreed with Scoriae, not quite knowing herself what the cause was, yet she could see the affects. Thus, the leader of the pack took his Manticores and said farewell to the two other groups of animal-warriors: homebound they were, and with the capability of using fire. And it was not but a few days when they noticed the primitive vitality come back to their bodies.
For Siren, her mind rested on getting the others back to their homeland, lest they end up with some kind of debilitating effects form the environment. Save for the fact, she did not notice any of her two armies with any such affects, the Manticores had.
In a way, thought Siren: this planet was witnessing a sophisticated form of civilization being born, yet still in its infancy.

Prince Nahtok
Chapter Sixteen

Siren, a Moirommalite by origin, and who spent time on earth and Mercury was a solid figure of a woman; and had a heart as strong as two eagles. It was her 3rd week after the Manticores had left, that Prince Nahtok, son of the King Htok, showed up with a small army of men at their campsite.
The prince wanted to know what happened to his father. He was filled with Homeric gusto, similar to what Achilles could have displayed. His one thousand-man army was no match for the 100,000- strong army of vipers and rodents that followed Siren; yet, they had swords and spears and arrows. Her army had saber-teeth, and jaws of steel, and talons, like nails.
“Your father abused me, and was going to bury me alive, and so I did to him what he wished to do to me.” She said with a solid face, eyes looking straight into his, reading, or trying to read his thoughts, her mother in the back of her brain doing likewise.
The youthful prince was shocked, couldn’t swallow. Stood stone still for the longest time, deliberating.
“And so—you, you, you took the step of savagery, my father was displaying. We are all barbarians are we not? Where is he now?”
“Does it really matte?” she questioned.
“Yes,” he responded, jumping off his horse that looked more like a kangaroo, with hoofed feet, two powerful wide feet, its spine allowed a saddle.
He hit Siren on the side of her shoulder with his heavy sword—breaking her shoulder bone; the second blow fractured her skull before she fell to he ground, at which time she kicked his, kicked his ribs, and broke three of them.
The soldiers were surrounded by the mass of vipers and rats, as Siren lay wounded on the ground. The cliff dwellers had never been defeated before, but this was soon to be tested by their opponents surrounding them.
A viper that was stretching its body up toward the Prince’s leg, started the war, thus, the bloody battle started with this viper, as he snapped off the prince’s leg with one bite. Then Scoriae and Blaze looked at one another, and they roared with the loudest roar the planet had ever heard, and it scared the soldiers as they almost froze in place, and the battle began.
Wild leaping from the vipers, with their fangs out, one tooth fangs some two fangs, and they jumped like kangaroos, and the soldiers horses were bitten to death, and as they fell onto the ground the rodents ate tem whole, ripped off their skin and pulled out their insides. Barbaric was not the word; SSARG had never seen such a battle. After the battle, soon to be called, “The Great Battle of the Planet,” Siren’s army had won, but did they; I mean, 90% of her army had perished. And out of the 1000-soldiers, the best of the Cliff Dwellers Army, only three were left, and no horses. Yes, only 10,000 vipers and rats were left out of over 100,000.
But word got around the globe, that Siren was the Conquerors of all Conquers. She was now called Siren the Great.
After a few weeks Siren did heal back to normal, as they started marching onto the grasslands once more.

The Jackal—Blezza e’l
Chapter Seventeen

Onward they marched, the land dotted with lakes and mud holes. This southern hemisphere possessed no great body of water, just streams and ponds for the most part: beautiful as they were they were not home for the many: even though Siren got to like this part of the planet quite well. Some plains had a dark thick forest here and there then all of a sudden: barren hills, a few mountains in the background; more pleasant than the grasslands she figured by far (and the vipers were hoping she did not get to liking it too much in this area); but it was not suitable for their livelihood, and she knew it. Siren did call this land “The Land of Variety,” for it had a lot of everything all together.
In many ways this land was more livable than the tall grass lands they were heading back to, or the mounds with the forest surrounding it; the rodents abode, both seemingly above and below one another, and the mound in the middle between them, here is where Siren had built her castle in the trees. But it was familiar ground for all, and it seemed the creatures were longing for it, and it seemed she had a duty to bring them back home, and so she was.
—What her followers were learning about their leader was that: Siren was (if anything), a tenacious character: stubborn, and at times down right bodacious: she called it being assertive though—but it was a ting beyond that I suppose. And her abode was the conclave for the armies to gather and see where the next movement would be. It was home.
Linguistically speaking, Siren was becoming just that, a linguist: not so much in forgion languages as it would normally be under such a title on earth, but in all areas: human and animalistic speaking, for such a title on SSARG: she could relate to all and whomever, whenever. Here is where she and they would do their emendations, if needed.

They had been gone almost two-years by this time, by the time she and they, her armies arrived back at their homeland; now standing by their tree house, castle that is, still the only cloths she had on was the small, cut tunic she acquired from the cliff dwellers, here all of a sudden she felt something was wrong; call it her intuition, or simply her warriors sensory perception: her sense were working overtime.
Something was wrong—, there was a horde of (clan of) Jackals, now in possession of the land, whose eyes were like voodoo drums, beaming on them from all sides.
They were making sounds, encircling her and her army. They had come from the other side of the world: they had heard about Siren and the great battle. Siren had become a living legend on the planet. And the Master Jackal, Blezza e’l (seemingly a demonic-jackal with somekind of reasoning), a creature from another planet perhaps she deliberated, that had entered the jackals of SSARG’s, for she had seen jackals, but not this aggressive or verbal, or for that matter, army orientated. He was quite different from his followers, who did not have formal reasoning, but rather his followers acted on the sameness, intuitive mind of their normal kind, yet took orders from this mastermind of aggression. There were 50,000-jackals, all creeping in and around the conclave area. He wished to be worshiped as the world warrior, yet this was not told to Siren, on you, my intrepid readers.
Siren knew this battle would not be as easy as the last one, although the last one was not easy in the sense of losses, it was in the sense of they knew (it as not the unknown I mean), they new, they’d win at the end, and they knew they’d have to suffer a paramount of losses. This battle looked like extinction at this point. These warriors were trained to dodge; bite, step back, and look for the weak spots, then re-attack. And they looked most barbaric of all the creatures on the planet, so was Siren’s deduction of the situation.
“Siren the Great,” called the Master Jackal. He wanted to know his enemy; know the one who conquered the planet—for she was the only one that had ever done so: he wanted to know the living legend, the queen who took the Cliff Dwellers. And so, she allowed him to stay within the mound area without dispute, and treated him with respect for the first month, and they seemed to get along well, both conquerors they both were and Siren with the worldwide reputation. Hence, it came to a showdown, it was in the forenoon, and he had told her:
“Recognize defeat, and proclaim it, and we shall move on, or be defeated, and we shall rape this land!” He actually was respectful about it, and perhaps, thought Siren, perhaps he could be trusted, but could she chance it. Would he do what he said he’d do, leave; or was it a ploy to say he won the greatest battle from the greatest conqueror of all time, and never lost one soldier in the process; thus, it would be the greatest of folklores ever told, for a ten-thousand years.
On the other hand, did she have a choice; she had stalled for time, and her two armies were ready for battle, but could 10,000-beat, 50,000-who had been rested up, just as much as they fed and ready for battle. But the Master Jackal hadn’t thought of something, the season, and Siren had. The monsoon season had set in, and the Jackals had not been aware there was such a season, anyplace on this planet; had they token the time to look at the tall grass, it should have told them something: it needed plenty of water, and thus, where did it come from—the water that is. Save, the fact was too late, and the season was upon them, and Siren had already talked to her rodents and vipers, and all was set for the battle, as the Master Jackal waited for Siren’s defeat, verbally.
She stood in the rain in front of the Master Jackal, in protest, and with a kick to his ribs, broke two of them, so started the war:
The war went on within the swampy grasslands where the jackals massed up, ended up getting lost and got eaten up by the snakes. Night after night, it rained, and night after night the snakes chewed them up like worms; they got caught in the thickness of the grass, entangled in the webs of the grass; as the rodents would chase them into the grass, and often be chased into the grass, but the vipers would not attack the rodents, only the jackals, and they waited for them, and attacked them in the woods and grasslands, night after night, like a territorial army of a hundred-thousand; yet they were only five-thousand vipers and five-thousand rodents.

The Quiet Mound—the Keep

The Quiet Mound
Chapter Eighteen

There seemed now to be a lull in the world’s ancient races; siren lived in her tree castle for may years thereafter, with the kings and leaders from all around the globe, coming too visit her: such as Blaze, Scoriae, and Blezza e’l, and the Cliff Dwellers representatives, and even representatives from the bear country: all brought it to what was called the Quiet Mound, her castle in the trees. The Great Forest behind her, the Grasslands in front of her, one hundred acres in between, that was her mound area, her land, and her territory.
And accordingly the Manticores even came to visit, now able to survive the drastic elements of the atmosphere, by changing their chemical imbalance within their system; that is to say, they were not subject to the allergic reactions they once had, anymore; that a certain tree had gave off (a certain chemical) into the atmosphere, because Siren had found an antidote, and sent it ahead for the Manticores. Thus, everything had a solution: or so it seemed for the moment.
And all came as often as they could to see Queen Siren of SSARG: queen of the orb, the world the planet; now Mother of the serpents as well; leader of the rodents, friend to the living cliff people and emissary to the bears and jackals. However she was known she was greeted as the queen, nonetheless.

The Mound and Stone Castle

It came to pass, Siren build a castle on the mound, out of stones and forever it would stand (so she hopped); so she believed, should she leave and come back in ten-thousand years or her off spring, impervious would it be to the elements of the land, and weather. The tree house remained as a visiting place, a place for her visitors to rest after their long journeys. And the quit mound became quiet after a while, as it was called. In time a village formed outside of its castle doors, people wanted to be close to the queen, and feeling it safer to live there, away from their governments of the world, and thus, governed by Siren herself. Be it human or animal, they all lived in peace if they chose to live on the mound.
—Siren could not figure out where the races or species of her planet all came from that is no legends to explain their beginnings of origin existed.
It was the 51st year of her life when she had bore a child; female Moirommalit’s are self-duplicating. She named him Anatolo, and Anatolia; she had twins, one boy and one girl, fraternal twins. This of course was a part of her roots, her planet’s roots you could say so their race would not fade into extinction.
When the inhabitants of Moiromma, had to abandon the planet because of a tilt in its orbit, causing the whole planet to become an arctic region (for the most part), they biologically reconstructed, or produced offspring as well as building into their systems a form of resurrection upon death, that was merely a transformation process, and regeneration, thus giving them as many as one hundred lives to live, within a period of 200 to 550 years.
The residue part of her soul would appear on anther planet (upon death), and like vapor transforming into a flesh, she’d appear as a mature creature, in full form on some selected planet, with perhaps a few modifications from the process. This was of course how she came to be here on SSARG.

Blood Lust

Chapter Nineteen
Part one of three

(New Weapons: Part One)

During these many visits from her friends, Siren found herself creating better and more dangerous swords, daggers, spears at their requests: things that would protect them from other intruding enemies.
Then it came about she made a firearm, similar to a carbine, single shot; a weapon that could shoot a piece of sharp metal iron a long distance. However, she did not explain the explosive qualities, she kept that a secret.
And now the Manticores used it against the Jackals, and the cliff dwellers used it against the bears in each case, wanting to invade the others lands. Thus, small wars came about as did small hunting bands; to a certain point, still the cliff dwellers used bows and arrows, but they were becoming obsolete. Many of the beasts came to Siren for advice on these matters, and the conclave became a world refuge it seemed.

The world was becoming, slowly armed to the teeth you could say. The question the queen brought up to all who visited her on such matters was: should she get involved, she’d have to circle the globe again, and force everyone into peace, and all had their reasons for war; in a way, she’d have to invade she told them, and use deadly force to those who did not wish to obey her. Her new forces at the conclave where up to 100,000-rats and vipers, along with other oncoming forces. But the world’s populations were double that of thirty-years prior, which was perhaps 500,000; now it was over two million.
Thus, who becomes the hunter and the hunted, was her question to the visiting races and who is to be vanished? And what species kept alive?

(Nightmares: Moiromma: Part two)

Be patient with me in the narration here, for as you may know events move very slowly on Planet SSARG, and some are under way this very minute.
Siren was having nightmares one after the other, of her home planet Moiromma. For months now she had been trying to make some kind of picture-story out of it. As if she had been born into it, yet she was born on earth, in hells deep caves, for all she knew, in earth’s core, and was even stranded on Mercury for a short period, and let me add, the Lotus Monsters there beat her to death within. Thus, she had her share of adventure, and it all has to come out somewhere, someplace along one life’s line, and should she not have someone to talk it over it, it comes out sideways, or perhaps this was the catalyst that was bringing it out: her nightmares.

(Decisions: Part Three)

Her life was not restrained or bogged down as it was on previous planets. She had met King Luhtc on Mercury and Agaliarept the Henchman of Hell, and her mother Jokaneen (who was in the back of her mind always with a little advice; who was born on Moiromma, to her understanding.) All these images started coming back to her after years of pushing them deeper and deeper into corners of her mind. Even some of the planets her family were known to have visited came to mind, such as Asteroid Ice Cap, a moon of Moiromma, and the lost planet called Cibara with its demonic forms, as with the invisible demons of earth; thus, her, whole life’s history was being unleashed in her dreams, possible as a form of human-companionship, one that suited her particular make up. She had no escape to art, or literature, or intellectuality. At this juncture of her life, all she could do was hang on to life with her muscular arms, and see what the end days brought.

End to the Original, and first series to
Planet SSARG (Siren)

The Black Galaxy where SSARG is Located

The Dark Galaxy
[#21: SSARG/Rognat & Siren]

In a far off nebula, which was shedding lots of gasses and ultraviolet rays, thus, caring a hale into a cloud, from which they were born or created from, opened up a black hole, hence, dark matter (energy) pushed through and so did the little spacecraft, “Mind,” of which Rognat was on board, manning. He was on a mission to find a distant planet called Toso: the king who had once lived there, and was mysteriously brought to the planet called, “Aging,” gave him the mission to him but Rognat gave it a new name: Hipparchus; with the King’s permission; was in space four years to date, and had traveled 123-million miles, of a 400-million mile journey, by the kings permission also to find his home planet and let them know about his existence but as this is being written, he was side tracked as you know now, into the black hole, and ended up in the Dark Galaxy.
While on his mission he had many devices on board to help him examine the universe, as he drifted now and then through it, through the Universe, and at other times, went faster than the speed of light. Thus, he was capturing flashes of cosmic energy, which are normally wiped out before earth can get a look at it: he was seeing it—and where he was now the view was UN-descript! He thought of an imaginary poet, one that had a high quality of imagination, writing about what he was witnessing: perhaps he could put into poetry: and it would have been George Sterling, an old poet from way back when. One might simply conclude though, it had to be seen, to be expressed and only expressed within the soul of a person could it be. This voyager of sorts was in a swift sea of atoms and a dark galaxy, so he found himself, after spinning and passing out, waking up and looking about. Rognat had heard of the dark galaxy, but it was just folklore, it seemed he was in its horseshoe area at this point.
Besides spending time on earth, he had also spent several years on Moiromma, learned the ways of the people, traditions, legend, and lore. The same thing went for his time with King Toso on his planet. He spent several years there, and they had become best of friends.
Thus, he came into this dark galaxy by accident, a barred spiral galaxy of which he knew nothing about. At this point of his voyage, he had documented some three to eight million stars. His four year trip put him in a house of the cosmic events of the Universe, perhaps my have found the most exotic place in the Universe too. The planet he had left was a red planet for the most part, with a bright sun, and two moons protecting its inhabitants from the suns rays, yet it was extremely warm.

Rognat had also met a mate of sorts, by the name of Siren. She had left the planet called SSARG, and had been on earth, and was a resident of both Moiromma and its moon Ice cap. She had a reputation as the Queen of SSARG, and was most beautiful, a warrior of the same blood and spirit as Moiromma. Her mother was non other than the famous, Jokaneen. She had appeared on Hipparchus, after her adventure on SSARG, where she met her lover Rognat. Hipparchus was too hot for her lest she die if she stayed, and her blood boil to a point of curling up, as it does for Moirommalit’s; in any case, she knew she would not survive long on that planet.
The kingdom of Aging adapted the name: Hipparchus, for their planet and in time its original name was forgotten. And so both Siren and Rognat found themselves back into the black dark galaxy: or at least Siren did, in the sense, she had been there before but didn’t know exactly where she was.
As I was saying, it was too hot for Siren and so they left this planet, found them day’s later in the black galaxy, several million miles away. The sun being the size of earth and almost next to them
In this new galaxy, they had found the constellation of ‘Serpeus,’ It was a fascinating sight for Siren, the dark outer rim to its marvelous view, and everything else coved with blue.

Interlude

The oldest insects in the Universe came from the Big Bang: from the ashes emitted 14-billion years ago, when the Universe was just a pup; or 400,000-years old. These insects are called ‘Energy Bugs,’ the cosmos are kind of a soup bowl or them. They eat matter and radiation. And cool down, and stretch out, then when hungry again, feed off a source of energy nearby and such if any like a mosquito. They go in swarms of billions upon billions, and are the size of a persons thumb. These bugs: hot and cold, are like the universe: and cold when they lack energy, and circulate with its environment.

Cosmic-mosquitoes

It was the forth year, 2nd month, 34-day, Siren sensed something outside the spacecraft, and the lights dimmed, it was those mosquitoes, those comic-mosquitoes.
“They came to suck the ship dry,” said Siren to her lover Rognat.
“That’s no surprise to me,” he amended, looking at them from the porthole in the crafts main body, and shaking his head as if they were doomed.
“This I heard is the ultimate bug,” he commanded in a harsh and concerned voice, almost with a laugh, an uneasy laugh as if they were destined. But Siren did not share into his human gesture of lost hope. Although Rognat was a space scientist, and adventurous in his own right, she was a warrior and survivor of much more than his titles could bear, or endure. She saw deliberating within his mind.
“How do we exonerate ourselves of these pests,” he asked, thinking she might have an idea, he didn’t. This was entirely different for her, she had fought many a good battle but this one was different, it was mind provoking yet there had to be a way.
The bugs were feeding off the ships regenerating processor, and for it now to regenerate, it needed the sun’s ultraviolet rays; but how could this be, the bugs were sucking everything dry from around the ship; they were on the ship, covering it like an ant hill, several feet thick. Soon she knew they’d both be buried in this tomb, but she had the capability of resurrection, it was in the Moirommalit’s chemistry. It was a pity she thought, to have to leave Rognat, but it had to be; to save his life was to die and resurrect; lest they both die, and she be the only one to survive after the fact; I mean, it there was to be some kind of hope of them reuniting in the future it would be her who what have to do the sacrificing.

Last Option

Knowing she had 100-lives like her comrades on Moiromma, she took the last option.
“Rognat, here is what we have to do. I need to fill my system up with a high source of energy, you need to inject it into my brain, my liver, my pancreas, the whole cell structure of me, then let me float out into space, I will die quickly, but the bugs will devour me before I suffer too much, in the interim, you have just enough energy to aim the ship into SSARG’s gravity belt, it will pull you the rest of the way out of this mess, we are not that far away, and then when close enough, the sun will regenerate your ship…” she never finished her last sentence, they both knew it was as it had to be, and started the process.
And so the process was started and the theory took place, and Rognat would have said ‘no,’ to Siren, but to refuse would have been suicide. And when she hit the coldness of the black emptiness of space, the bugs did their duty, and Rognat did his, and Siren did hers.

Written 11/26/2005/ Revised and rewritten 2/5/06

Note, there were a few ‘Interludes made after this series was created, and were to be interjected into story as: interludes into the chapters (but never done). Interludes to me are bits and pieces of information one adds into the story, usually before it is completed, you saw it as it was written down on napkins, 18-months ago—pure and simply. Most of these interludes were written down between August and the last part of November of this year, as I was producing the story for you on the internet; as of 12/9/2005, they have not been published, and I doubt it will be of much interest unless I rework the story, which I do not feel I will be doing in the near future. This is just for those folks who patiently waited for me to read all my napkins and iron some of it out. Hope you enjoyed the tale.

Interludes:

1) Yllim Prince of SSARG’s Moon (Limbo) 2) Tig’s Solution (For Chapters 6 or 7) 3) Giants of SSARG’s Deep (Part to Chapter Eight) 4) The Senalporea-Nolyp [9/27/05] 5) SSARG, Friends Indeed [9/14/05] 6) Interlude: Snakes Loyalty 7) Interlude on Eating: The Barrenness of SSARG 8) Interlude: Viper Queen 9) Interlude: New Existence for the Vipers

Sketches:

In the process of writing out the story from napkins to the computer (Planet SSARG), I wrote five additional sketches of the planet SSARG: 1) Yullin and Ulag 2) The Tongue of Siren 3) The Giant Finn and Aminx (Finn #1); 4) Finn the Fugitive and the Condor (Finn #2); 5) Finn and the Lone Condor (Finn #3). They remain on napkins in my paper sack for another day.

Notes: an easier way of looking at this book of sorts [series and parts], which isn’t a book yet, but in the makings is by way of its total sum: “The Cadaverous Planets,” come in four parts: Part 1: The Cadaverous Planets (written April, 2005 in Peru and Equator): Episodes 1 thru 26 (with 27 and 28 added in the near past: June, 2005) and 29 and 30 added at most recently, August and September, 2005)) Part 2: “Project: Space Tomb,” which has four Episodes, for a total of 34 (done in July and August of 2005). Part 3) Planet: SSARG [Planet of Grass] with 19-Chapters (and interludes: added during the typing out of the story from napkins; this was done in April of 2004, making it the original, first of the four parts; and not yet called: part of The Cadaverous Planets); for total sum 53. And part four, “The Cadaverous Planetoids,” of which there are 34-Chapters (written in June of 2005, in Roseville, Minnesota) for at total sum of: 87 total: installments to the total sum of this four part series. Interludes were added in August and September of 2005. Rosa

Notes by Rosa: “The Cadaverous Planets,” the first 26-eposiodes were written for the most part, in Peru, one in Equator, and all written in the month of April, 2004; some even on the planes going to and from the United States, and Peru, or again Equator. The 27th was written in St. Paul, Minnesota, in December of 2004. And in July, of 2005, the four short stories, that actually pinpointed Moiromma on a space map, or even in words, was indicated in the story called, “Project: Space Tomb,” indirectly related to the series, but nonetheless, related. By noticing so many internet sights picking up on these series, or episodes, the author wrote episode #28 and #29, both dealing with the female hero, Siren [antagonist: perhaps]. The author thought this was the completion, the whole gamut of the ongoing saga, the #29, plus 4-sketches, amounting to 33-total. Then he discovered he had 19-sketches written in the week of 6/10/04-6/16/05; concerning Siren, on napkins he had written when he had come home, from his 6th trip from Peru, up to this time he had been there seven times; two months later, this series was written and put away, and forgotten [SSARG]. The name of the series was “SSARG,” no more to it but that, but it meant, ‘The Planet of Grass,” and takes place outside of the Milky Way Galaxy; most of the Cadaverous Planets had taken place within this frame work, but these two sagas belong together, under—I do believe the name, “The Cadaverous Planets,” but as separate entities: “SSARG,” [The Planet of Grass]. Thus, we have the sum now of 52-eposides, of which 19 are really parts to “SSARG.” Hence, thus far 27-have been published to date, along with “Project: Space Tomb.” The rest the author hopes to produce in the near future—he is finishing up #28 and 29 (29-was left out, and #30’Lost in Silence,’ added) and writing out “SSARG,” from his forgotten napkins, if he can make out his won writings. If you are reading this, it means you have one of the few left to be published. He is expected to have this in book form, in the middle of 2006, or thereabouts. But he shifts so much you never know. The Interlude, named ‘Blaze,’ was written for the connecting episodes of the story 9/6/5. Also “The Cadaverous Planetoids,” were discovered, which seems to have 34-chatpers. Interludes were added in August and September of 2005. By Rosa Peñaloza

An easier way of looking at this book of sorts, which isn’t a book yet, but in the makings is by way of its total sum: “The Cadaverous Planets,” come in four parts: 1) The Cadaverous Planets: Episodes 1 thru 26 (with 27 and 28 added recently) 2) “Project: Space Tomb,” which has four Episodes, for a total of 32. Part 3) Planet: SSARG [Planet of Grass] with 19-Chapters (and interludes: added during the typing out of the story from napkins) or total sum 52. And part four, “The Cadaverous Planetoids,” of which there are 34-Chapters for at total sum of: 86 total: installments to the total sum of this series. Interludes were added in August and September of 2005. Rosa

Character [or creature] Names:

Siren [Daughter of Jokaneen]
Blaze [King of the Snakes]
Nob [A general and a snake to Blaze]
Manticore
Jokaneen [Mother to Siren]
Yllim [Prince of Rotma; son of King Roliv]
Roliv, King of Nay [part of Rotma: the moon]
General Lafos [Commander under King Roliv of Rotma]
King Rat I [Killed during a fight with Siren]
King Rat II [King of the Rats]
The Manticore’s
The Frat Serpents
The Gin: Master of the Manticores
The Misfits [Cliff Dwellers]
Finn, the Giant
King Htok [of the Chamber Kingdom]
Ahtla [maid from the Chamber Kingdom]

Locations:

SSARG
Rotma [SSARG’s Moon]
Nay [a section of the Moon, Rotma]
Amtor [Rotma’s asteroid-moon]
The Great Lakes of SSARG
Gog and Magog: “HegMkog.”
Toso [distant planet]
Aging [planet] Planet where King Toso ruled
Ice-Cap; Moiromma’s moon
Moiromma [planet outside of earth’s Solar system]
Hipparchus

[See map for more details]

Snake: Language:

Ko [go]
Oi [help]
◊/rS [Siren]

The Cadaverous Beasts of SSARG [The Hunt for Arallets’ Kingdom] Part II

2006-07-01T09:21:00.000-07:00

The Cadaverous Beasts of SSARG
[In the Hunt for Arallets’ Kingdom]
Cadaverous Planets

By Dennis L. Siluk

Advance: For those who have read the stories of Siren of SSARG [the Planet of Grass], and the few stories on Tangor, Space Traveler, and the Cadaverous Planets, this might be appealing to you. Here we meet again on the planet SSARG, but this time Siren is not present, rather her daughter Arallets is; whom has come by way of Tangor, and his spacecraft to this isolated planet of grass; she seeks her right as Queen of her father’s kingdom: the “Chamber Kingdom,” in the cliffs and caves on planet SSARG. Tangor, an old lover of Siren’s has given her a lift, he owes that to her mother for saving his live [which is in another story]. Here the King Rat II is still alive on the planet as well as the Viper King, Blaze II. And on the Moon, Rotma, the Prince was Yllim, is now gone, still looking for his father’s lover, Siren, and the old king has died, King Roliv, of Nay. The new generals of Blaze’s Army are: Laruz, Chief General; and Nakluv: third in command.

Chapter One

The Story
Introductory Chapter

Had I not been sitting at the El Parquetito Café in downtown Lima [Miraflores/4/25/2006: 1:36 PM/a Tuesday], eating my lunch with my wife, whom had to go for a spell and check on some business, this story would have never been written, for there is where I met the stranger (drinking a beer about twenty feet to my direct left and up a-ways; who knew me by sight: a picture I assume, and said to me, how he—while in his lab—how he listened to this story of Siren’s daughter (Arallets), first by radio broadcast, from some distant planet [later on talked to the broadcaster himself, with a hissing voice, about Arallets], and that my name was mentioned, brought up, for I had written about Siren the Great, as she is known, and a legend on SSARG (our time span is quite different of course, according to their time and our time there is a 1100-year difference). But I had not mentioned anything about her daughter. Hence, he told me what he knew, what he heard, and what they told him, as I am about to tell you what I heard, and the stranger told me: it all seems to fall in a straight line, so why make it crooked; thus, I shall tell you it without a bend, and let truth the truth lie where it may.
She was 22-years old, and shockingly beautiful, like her mother Siren, and Siren’s mother Jokaneen, was. To be frank, she did not have any qualms about who she was, and what she wanted—not for the most part anyhow; it is although up to us to find out, to find out, I suppose, how far she is willing to go to get it, perhaps a hidden agenda, or perhaps just growing pains, whatever they are, or were she has landed on the planet SSARG, hitched a ride from her mother’s old lover, Tangor, whom was on planet Moiromma, her mother’s main planet, where she had lived so many years, and the one she was taken to as a young child after her birth on SSARG. She can’t remember much on this, how she got there, but she was raised there on that cold, desolate planet nonetheless, and survived its hellish dark age of silent arctic ice, and freezing winds, long months. She had learned of her heritage, her Mother’s being Queen of SSARG, and her father being a King of some kind, for what was known as the Chamber Kingdom. Thus, she had two birthrights perchance.

Chapter Two

The Landing

The ship landed on Planet SSARG, it had been a century since Siren had been there, and Blaze II, her old friend, King of the Vipers, the ruler of them all ruled the land Ral, a village now, on the mound she had build a Fortress, build over a century ago, perhaps 140-years since them stones were placed under those two big trees; there must had been 1000-vipers waiting for the landing, had seen the ship descending from space.
The vipers had circled the spacecraft; Laruz was standing with his assistant general, Nakluv, and all kept their eyes piercing on the craft as it landed in the twenty-foot high grasslands of SSARG.
Once landed it had burned the grass leaving a wide circle around the craft so that both Arallets and Tangor could see the replies gathering outside of their vessel. They were huge, some twenty feet long, hundreds of pounds, with upper saber teeth, like a walrus. Arallets stepped out of the craft first as if she owned the planet, was the commander of the ship, as if she had practiced this over a million times, she stood erect, as her mother might have stood, as a statue of her mother was erected in the city of Ral, yet to be seen by her, “Hello, I am Arallets, daughter of the Great Queen, Siren!” And she was not quiet about it. Blunt she was, out spoken also, but right she was to be forthright.
“Then who is your father?” asked General Laruz.
Ah! She didn’t know, he was a king, was all she had heard, from the Chamber Kingdom, or perhaps it was one of the Kings servants. She was hesitant about this.
“I don’t know his name, perhaps you do, or Blaze II, King of the Vipers knows, if he is still alive; you vipers are as young as I, so you would know. But she was captured by this king, and I was born then afterwards, so it is my birthright you make me your queen and bring me to the King of this land far off!”
“We have never heard of you, but the legends of Tangor have come down to us, the great space traveler, and we know by reputation, he knew Siren, but you, you are nothing to us, and demand everything…” said, the General Laruz, adding, “we shall test your strength perhaps; see if you are half the warrior your mother was, if indeed you are of Siren the Great! And we also known of Moiromma, the arctic planet by way of your mother, but that information can be given by simply visiting our enemy, where your grandmother had an affair with the king [Roliv, King of Nay; part of Rotma: SSARG’s moon]. So you see, you could be an enemy, not our savior or Queen in the makings [and the middle aged general laughed, ha, ha, ah…].
Tangor spoke briefly, “Arallets, I have done as you’ve asked, I should be getting along, if you wish you can come with me.”
“No, I will not be going with you, but you do owe me a double favor: I mean, you gave me a ride here, but you have not put your life at risk like my mother did for you, now I demand you do, and stay with me for month, to help me settle this, or help me find my father.” Said Siren’s dauthter.
[Said Tangor with release of a deep breath, he was not young as he used to be and he knew it.] “Ok, I shall stay a week, no longer, and if it demands I stay longer on your behalf, I will not, I am too old to be stuck on this planet for the few days I’ve got left in life, at 165-years old, I perhaps will live another five or ten years left. I wish to visit more planets if I can. I was never quite like your mother, she knew it, I was a voyager in the universe, not a hunter, or seeker of royalties these are youthful wishes, I wish to live my days out in harmony.”
“So be it,” said Arallets, with a grin.

With finality, Laruz commented: “You are not of us, but of them, he enemy, and your friend, what he has to say may bring him death, he should go in peace now before it is too late, and you will be responsible for his death, he is too old, like our King Blaze II, to be on your crazy mission.”
Nakluv, third in command, “You bring no glory to us, by telling us lies upon lies…” now the vipers started moving in, surrounding her as she stood on the ground, and Tangor in the doorway of the ship.
“Take them to Ral, to prison, if they try to escape, crush them with your mighty bodies.”
Arallets grabbed a knife, from her side belt, and went to jump on one of the vipers, but another one saw her, and leaved on top of her, crushing to the ground, knocking the wind out of her. When she opened her eyes, the viper was simply waiting for her [it is against the rules of combat on SSSARG, to take such an advantage of your pray; it would only be a cowards victory]. Then Arallets, and the viper about to rip open her rib cage, heard a voice; it was Blaze’s, the King Viper. All motion stepped, as this old, decrepit snake came into sight, Tangor, with a weapon in his hands.
“I know she is no enemy,” said Blaze, “She looks just like her mother.” Blaze was king, but he had to be careful, he was putting his two generals in the corner, and it is never wise to do that: he had learned, when one does such, they either come out fighting or become slaves, and in either case, they hold revenge.
Said Blaze with a smile at his generals, “But I shall test you like the Generals inferred, to see if I might be wrong, it is the best way, for my generals are wise and have learned from me not to trust any living thing not of our own kind; it is what your mother would demand child.”
The generals smiled, and Arallets simply held her head up as if: bring it on, that being tested was not a big thing.
“Who shall I fight,” said Arallets with a pitch toned a bit high. All the vipers were hissing now, perhaps hoping they’d be the to be able to fight to the death with Arallets. Arallets had not known, and had she known, she might not have been so stubborn or arrogant and shown a little more respect, her strength and powers were not equal, and her skill, not equal to her mother’s; she had not known, her grandmother’s voice, her residue had guided Siren along her many years on SSARG; matter-of-fact, the only ones that knew were the king and prince on SSARG’s moon.
Said King Blaze II, “We are a kind and just race, but we are deadly all the same, as Siren would have said, and I shall has you go into the Dark Woodlands of SSARG, beyond our mound fortress, here is where the Rats live; they used to war with us, then Siren made them tame, now they war with us again. They are our enemies. You must do one of two things: bring back to us the head of my old enemy, The Rat King, II, or bring us peace. If you do not bring us either, we will destroy your ship, and wait for you.” Tangor looked hopelessly at Arallets, it was not what he expected.
Said General Nakluv to Blaze “I gave my word to Tangor, he could leave in peace, should he wish to go now.”
The king looked at Nakluv, it was his chance to settle the grave dispute that might have come about, had it been handled differently,
“Sure, he can leave in peace, if he leaves now.”
Said Arallets with a voice somewhat let down, “What about those cave people, and I want to find my father!”
Said Blaze [kindly] “We do not know anything about that, you are lucky you are still alive, bring them both to the edge of the Dark Woodlands—Now!
And so it was.

Chapter Three

The Dark Woodlands

In a world where the sun is almost on top you, and the grass is so tall and thick one can hardly breath in it, here in the woodlands, a bleak change occurs to both Tangor and Arallets as they take their first steps into the dark, damp, world of the Woodlands.
“They will have a gathering concerning us,” says Arallets of Moiromma, as they walk farther into the woods, “…my mother used to tell me about them.” And how Blaze II can be sensitive, but is a great warrior. And when we meet the King Rat II, he will remember my mother, and then remember me, and make peace.”
Tangor [Hesitantly] “You’re forgetting something: first we do not know what happened during the time your mother left; second, the peace was brought on by force, and need, this does not exist anymore, perhaps the Rats, need food, and the snakes are food; how will you provide for them, if you take away their food. We are dealing with a whole different equation here.”
Arallets listened, but didn’t listen, she focused on ahead, what was ahead, and the path they were on; and as they got farther into the woods, the tunnel like light that guided them, was gone. At the same time, Tangor had taken his last look back at the edge of the forest, noticing several sentries, and ahead were eyes everywhere, as their eyes adjusted to the darkness.

They both stopped to rest, sat on a rope like vine [linna], and swung on it, got close to one another, youthful pride looking at old age, and its grandness; her heart started to beat faster, and Tangor’s stomach felt quay, a canopy of green overhead: green, and eyes, and brown wooded branches, no snakes here, just eyes everywhere. She sat closer to Tangor,
”It would seem…” she started to say, [unsure: she shifted her statement now] “…I should not be happy in the face of death in this woods but I am…” she finished.
“Don’t,” said Tangor.
“But why,” she commented.
“You are captured by the moment, and a brush with death, you are high off the escape, and we are in a deadly situation at this very instant!” Said Tangor.
Consequently, she moved away from him, and jumped off the vine and started walking down the path, that was becoming less of a path and more of an un-trotted trail.

The Gaunt Beasts of the Woodlands
[King Rat II]

“You don’t’ understand,” said Arallets to Tangor, we on Moiromma, do not judge our mates or men according to how pretty they look, there are no beauty contests there, we go by their reputation, how brave they are, what people say about them, victories: and 160-years on Moiromma is only a fifty, if that, of their life span, so age is not a big thing.”
They kept on walking into the deep, the heavy and dense part of the woods both getting hungry, and a bit tired.
—As they got deeper into the woods they came upon a rodent feast, these gaunt beasts were running wild, fighting one another but not drawing blood although nearly. They were running around a fire, leaping across sections of it; their must had been a thousand of them.
Thought Tangor: lightening must had struck one of the trees—set it on fire, and they were trying to appease the heavenly gods (Siren had told him about this feast called ‘The Feast of the Pleasure’s,” they were going to make a killing thereafter (they always did), an offering to the gods, especially the god of thunder and storm. He pulled Arallets back as not to be so exposed, should one of the rodents gaze their way; he explained to her this is what it was, and that they’d most likely be the most prevalent sacrifice available for their gods, and seek them.
“It is best we leave Arallets,” said Tangor [restlessly], “we really need to find some food, and get out of here before that fire is completely out, it looks a bit dim right now.”

Feast of the Pleasures

“As soon as they are done with their dance, they will come and chew us to death,” said Tangor [anxiously].
“How long will the dance last?” asked Arallets.
“As long as the fire burns, which will not be long at all,” replied Tangor.
Arallets, stood erect, after having been on bent knees for a while, she was overwhelmed, started to shudder, she was scared, and Tangor saw this, it was all really too much for her; for she had thought for some reason she would be accepted as Siren’s great gift to the planet, both of them, but so far all the Cadaverous beasts on the planet were against them, and thus far it was not working out their way; consequently, she was a simply an intruder, and was being treated as one.
“Will the Beasts will kill us without a trial?” she asked.
“They are more primitive than the Vipers I hate to say,” commented Tangor.
“They have a spirit god to please…[a pause] how uncomforting,” said Arallets trying to get her proper composure back, one that showed a little more hope and courage; one that told Tangor, she’d be more useful in a moment.
They had been talking in a low voice as not to be heard as they walked away from the feast, and found an open area where light was shinning through the open sky: days were long and nights short on SSSAG for this season, this time of the year.
All of a sudden there were several rodent beasts circling them, guards, sentries for the Rodents Feast: they snapped their dagger like teeth at them. Their jaws were hanging down, wide open, and venom was dripping over their lower lips.
Said one of the beasts, “You are spies from the Vipers,” then another beast spoke, “No, they are from the moon, or its asteroid!” and then took a few more steps nearer.
“You will not leave me alone,” said Arallets, petrified.
“Now how could that be possible?” said Tangor.

These rats were all of 300-pounds, more like sows, with upper tusks like a walrus. Arallets had now put her hands over her face,
“Mother,” she cried, “I wish you were here!” It was hard for her to conceive how Siren lived among these beasts, and for so long and lived.
All of a sudden the fire had gone out, and 10,000-feet were running towards them in the woods, it sounded like thunder, the several rodents that had circled Tangor and Arallets looked to the side picking up the sounds, they had all turned their heads a bit, so their ears could make out the foot steps to be of their kind, and when they did, Tangor grabbed Arallets’ hand, grabbed a hanging vine, and with her arms around his neck, hanging on his side, he ran and the vine got momentum, and he jumped to a tree branch, a tree but a few feet away, and as thick as the thickest pillars of any cathedral in Europe. In another moment’s time, they were up fifty feet onto tree branches overlooking down at the rodents as they gathered below them, now gnawing on the tree.

Chapter Four

The Tall Trees

Sunlight gleamed into the eyes of both of them as they reached the top of the tree, overlooking a sea of green, they were 220-feet high, and it all looked as if it was a canopy of green, a plateau, a mesa, sort of, a green table, you could say. Below them, 10,000-hungry rodents were chewing on the great tree as to gnaw it down, all with red wicked eyes, eyes that had rage in them.
“If only I could talk to the King of the rats,” said Arallets [her voice had gained some more courage]. “How shall we escape these beasts?” she added.
“Through the trees of course, how else?” mentioned Tangor.
Arallets looked strangely at Tangor, but she had learned to trust him, and said not a word.

During the night, as they lay back in the branches of the trees they ate papaya type fruit, until they could not eat anymore. And as soon as the sun started to rise, yet dark within the deep of the woods went to make their escape. Tangor grabbed her and a branch and swung to another, and another, and another, and to a vine, and then to another vine, and then to a branch. This went on for several hours, and then Arallets took it upon herself to swing the following four hours. Here and there, they grabbed pieces of fruit to gain strength.

Tangor was making some kind of response to Arallets, as she was about to grab a vine, and she saw what he was pointing at, the edge of the other side of the woods. And with a grab of the vine, and a leap, Arallets was in the air, on her way to the branch Tangor was standing on. He was thinking, as she was in the air: she sure has a fine body, and smooth muscles, and a handsome face, and a tough young spirit in her, she will make for a good mate, warrior for someone; but she was not Siren; that was also good he thought, Siren was too much a warrior, and not all that sensitive, or cultivated as Arallets seemed to be, Siren was more complex (in comparison). He was starting to like what she was, and what he saw in her. But she was still hurt from his earlier response, yet it was only the second day [long days], since they had arrived.

Chapter Five

Arallets: Daughter to Siren

As Arallets and Tangor waited at the edge of the woodlands, looking about from the height of the tree some 150-feet up, Arallets asked Tangor:
“How was it, that my mother originally came to Moiromma, I mean? I mean, all she told me was she left, and ended up on SSARG, perhaps you can fill in the gap?”
Tangor looked at her, she seemed most interested in her superhuman mother; perhaps because she wanted to be like her, but couldn’t, and wondered why. He was reluctant to say anything, then said,

“ I know I suppose what might be considered secrets your mother told me; secrets that are really not secrets, but I suppose I can try to explain to you:
“Siren was standing on this frozen arctic planet, in silence, this ice planet in the galaxy her mother was born into. She now was born into, now with no weapons, no resources, starving: she had had imprints of all her mother’s memories, her DNA, and plus some. She was a commander for a day, in the underworld, fighting the henchman, she felt great, the henchman called Agaliarept (Commanding General): who was more prudent than what she thought he’d be, fought a good battle. Nonetheless, he gave into her, only to get rid of her, and her twenty soldiers that were doomed warrior anyways, doomed to sail in circles in the waters of the Great Gulf of Hades; and to be quite honest, wherever they went, he could careless. But he never figured on resurrection on her part, resurrection to Moiromma, and then came resurrection to SSARG.
“He figured—during those months in the gulf waters, that Siren would be subject to and her team mates subject to starvation, they’d all starve to death, and why provoke any more problems on the docks of hell, lest Lucifer hear of it and reprimand the commanding general, when the sea would take care of them for him.
“In the plains and frozen frontiers of northern Moiromma, by the mountains of the far and grayer side of the planet, along the frozen waterways under the weary and grieving eyes of Siren, grieving for the loss of her friends left in the depths of the underworld, the deep of earth, in the Gulf Stream of Hades on a vessel, where she was drifting for months with her comrades, she drowned herself trying to escape its forbidden waters; coupled with that, she was grieving for the loss of her mother Jokaneen, who was captured and brought to the vaults of Hell, and incarcerated until she lost her existence.
“Siren was born of her mother, young yet, but full grown, and on the land called Moiromma, a planet of mostly glaciers—as you well know how it can be—land of permafrost, icy underground tunnels, where there are cells of Moirommalit’s, for the most part that is how they lived back then I suppose still do, besides a few villages spread here and there with normally no more than a few hundred citizens to the pack, or perhaps at most several hundred. But this far north, where she was, was mostly uninhabitable. I’m sure you have not been this far north; anyhow, it is where she showed up suddenly, after her death in the Gulf.
“It was quiet and still there, and again it was as though her mind was speaking to her, a house inside her mind, that housed her mother—the house she built in the vaults of Hell, in the tomb she laid in, died in, with, the one she sweat in and with that same body created her daughter, produced something before she died—Jokaneen, the a great warrior, like Siren would turn out to be.
“They, both would never forget the vaults of hell, where the Manticore and his demonic assistant wrapped Jokaneen, her mother up in a cocoon like state, put her into their complimentary vault like shell and forgotten for the most part. She had to live and die a stranger in this underground earthy world. She had named her child Siren; she might have called her any name, anything, but Siren was the spoken name that emerged from what was left of her decayed body. There was an instant though, when child and mother stood face to face, the instant before she died, before her advancing decompose flesh rushed past her like a ghost in the wind. And then, then she touched Siren, and stopped—dead! Dead!
“That is how it was, how your mother came to be on Moiromma, and her death again on Moiromma, and her affair with the old man she lived with Kenaj—. She loved him dearly I do feel, even more than me. We had our adventure, but she never forgot him. He gave his life up for her you know, fought the wild giant worms of Northern Moiromma.

(SSARG’s layout/Geography; Arallets has a map of the world given to her by Tangor: in the south of the planet SSARG, is what is known as the Quiet Mound, where Siren had her fortress; to the southwest, are the grasslands of the Vipers, and by the mound area is the Forest of the Rats, more northeast. Farther north is the land of the Manticore, a rough country with cliffs and hills, more likened to canyons and so forth? Then due north, from the mound, and beyond the Mantic ore country, on the other side of the world, is the Bear country, high cliffs, where the bears live on mesas. And to its west is the Dark side of the planet, where the Talisman, and their kind live; and heading back to the mound, you would run into the Cliff Dwellers, where the king, Atok lived, Siren’s old lover who forced himself upon her; in the Chamber Kingdom)) Information taken from the graph made for the original story, ‘Planet SSARG’ [Planet of Grass] which involved Siren, written on napkins (19-chapters) written 6/2004, in Lima, Peru also on planes, etc.))

Chapter 6

To the Valley of Arrows

Arallets found herself-daydreaming in the afternoon sun, still high in the branches of a great tree, overlooking the terrain below, slightly opened eyed; curious she was to insure there were no beasts about. She had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and had just awoken but a few minutes ago, awoken to find herself on Tangor’s shoulder, half asleep, when she found herself in this position, she quickly turned away from him, moved backwards, she liked his muscular shoulder but she was still offended from before, his remark. Perhaps she was not good enough for him, was a thought in her mind, a thought, she thought might be circulating in his mind also.
She had had six hours sleep, days were long here, 72-hours to a day, and six hours to a night, total 72-hours. Sleep that was much needed.
Tangor knew Moirommalit’s were well known for their flat facial affects, there hardness of heart, and unemoitonalness, but she was not of that type, she must have had an ounce of her father’s blood in her. He was thinking it was King Ahta’s blood, but of course he did not know.
At this stage of his journey, Tangor simply wanted to get as far away as he could from the rats, and hopefully back to his ship before the vipers destroyed it.
Tangor, said to Arallets, with an explicit tone to his voice: “I’m very hungry for real food, protean, not all this papaya crap, I got it up to my nose, how about some of that Lomo Saltado, I had once in Peru, on earth, good rice with potatoes, and onions, and big hunks of soft choice beef.”
Arallets, knew Tangor had a good sense of direction, his instincts were excellent, he had traveled the universe over, and now her sassiness, or better put, over sense of worth in a world that cared less for her, was diminishing, and she appreciated Him. Just like arriving at the edge of the woods, Tangor knew if they continued going eastward they would eventually be at the woods end. As now they had arrived, and it was morning, Arallets saw Tangor looking about, for the umpteenth time, and then he said, “Let go!”

In The Valley of Arrows
[The Plains]

It was a considerable distance they had gone, perhaps a few hundred miles if not more in the tree world; now standing on solid ground felt good to both of them.
There was a valley in front of them, evidently they had gone quite far to the east and then shifted somehow west, for according to the map, it was the plains in front of them. And Tangor remembered in the plains was the Valley of Arrows Siren had told him about it. Now he got deliberating where or which way he was to go from here. If he went straight north, he’d be in the Bear Country, if he went northwest, he’d be in King Ahta’s domain; if he went northeast, he’d be in the heart of the Manticore valleys and rocky plains: matter-of-fact, they were closer at this point to that area than any other area. Should they go west, they’d circle around the woods and end up by the mound area again, where the Viper’s Fortress was, where they started from, and beyond that Viper Country, where his spaceship was, but circling around involved sticking close to the woods, and that was loaded with searching rats for them at the moment. His decision to be made had a lot of variables to it.
How he missed his ship! Ever since he was a kid he wanted to be a space traveler, adventurer, and have his own ship, and now he had one, had it for a very long time also, and here he was stuck on this savage and primitive planet, which his ship in the possession of some mad vipers, were ready to destroy it.

They walked a ways, collecting their thoughts, and found themselves—like it or not—in the Valley of Arrows, part of the central plains of the Planet, where it seemed every other section of the planet connect to or from—in one way or another. That is to say, if one wanted to get to another areas of the planet, they normally would have to cross this land, or perhaps go through the dark part of the planet, and that would not be prudent, for no one had—yet.
It was to Tangor, a mysterious planet, just as Siren had told him it would be, had he ever a notion to visit it. An unnatural planet to say the least, where the beasts had reason, and vocabulary, and red crystal eyes, and walked light on the ground, and was controlled somehow, by it sections. Meaning, the rats, vipers, bears, Manticore, and so forth, all stayed in their birth regions, which seemed to be the only real habitual place for them—in the long run. It was once challenged by the Mantic ore’s, to live in the Mound area with Siren the Great, only to find out, the air, or whatever it was, made them ill to the point of death, and quickly had to move back to their abode in the northeast region of the planet. And once the bears were chasing Siren, but would not leave their mesas, and thus, Siren escaped. Should they have I wonder what, but they of course did not, would not, dare not to.
“We shall stop here,” said Tangor.

Chapter 7

A Space Fish
And the Wild Manticore

Here, in the Valley of Arrows, in the Great Plains of SSARG, Tangor gathered up nuts, barriers, and found a stream of heavy water, black water, water that sucked the chemicals from the roots of plants that gave off a darker chemical, it was conducive for space fish, and Tangor caught a space fish with his spear, one that was healthy looking, for normally space fish are not; often times, their eggs migrated like insects through space, and would grab onto asteroids, and meteorites and other such things, and when they’d breakup, and land, those surviving eggs, would hatch in whatever moisture was available. Most are skeletonized looking fish, this was an exceptional one that Tangor speared, only in the fact it had more meat on its perturbing bones, than bones, and Tangor could appreciate that. He quickly brought the prized fish back to the campsite, made a fire and they ate it half raw, sucked out the marrow from its thin bones, it was perhaps older than him. They had been on the planet perhaps some 130-hours, walked a long distance, and the sun was hot, and they were hungry—and Tangor was worried about his spacecraft, he was counting days and hours in earth time and SSARG’s time. This was the end of the day for them, and thus the meal was tasty when they went to sleep.

Diabolical Ferocity

When morning came, Arallets opened her eyes slowly to a humming noise; a creature was over her body over her head, looking at her, staring at her, face to face now. It had ferocity in its ugly face, like a large bodied cat, lion, with human characteristics to its face.
Slowly she caught her breath, let it out slowly, to show it had the advantage, and she was not going to escape, she was subdued, and the creature put a grin on its face; as a result, she kept that posture, lest it claw her to death before she’d gather her thoughts.
Tangor was a light sleeper, and as a result, woke up when he heard the sounds of the humming, almost a hiss, purring, and saw what was taking place, and said cordially, “It’s only a Manticore,” knowing the insult would disturb the beast that was: half man, and half lion, who had intelligence, not much, but enough to be insulted and know it: in count, this would allow Arallets to get a moments edge.
It was a male species, Arallets noticed. The Manticore had turned its head when Tangor insulted it, belittled, it you could say, and this was the moment he gave to Arallets to do whatever she needed or could do, and perhaps for himself to think of his next move, the creature was now a ting off guard.
“Yes, I want the woman,” said the Manticore.
Arallets had learned some thinks about fighting from her mother Siren, and advanced her kill with Tangor, when he taught her (while on their voyage to SSARG); that being, some karate moves, and boxing moves, and with a swift blow to its temple, the Manticore, moved slightly, but only enough to excite it, and as it purred, and moved its head back, centering it over hers again, she struck a blow in its Adams apple [or midsection of its throat], and it choked, and coughed, and its feet wobbled, and then she took her foot and leg with an upper stroke, a very hard thrust, as hard as she could, stuck the animal in the groin area, and the beast dropped its front paws, just as Arallets rolled out from underneath the falling predator, as it whined for a moment.
The beast jumped up, choking, limping and then leaped at her, and she grabbed Tangor’s leather belt, wrapped it around her forearm, and as the beast leaped the second time onto her, she extended her forearm, and it grabbed onto it with its jaws, at which time, Arallets extended her hand upwards, as if to reach the sky, making the front of the beast exposed, and that is when Tangor grabbed his knife and lunged it into the heart of the beast.
It was the agility, and swiftness of Arallets that brought about the beast’s death, but it was Tangor that created that moment, and did the last forceful means in killing the beast, bringing it to its end; they looked at one another, it was a team, then they looked at the corpse, and had protean for breakfast.
They were at a point in their journey, they both needed one another, and each had their own agenda, and according to Tangor, he felt, his time was up. He had promised 168-earth hours, so he believed, and Arallets said it was SSARG hours, which would make it,
504-hours he owed her. And at this juncture, it had been 180-hours they’d been on this planet.

Chapter 8

Shadow of the Dark World

Twilight over
The Valley of the Arrows
[From: ‘The Cadaverous Beasts of SSARG…’]

The Twilight
Over the planet of jade
Turns from emerald
To a deep—and deeper green;
While the campfire flickers
A pale green glow:
Covers the foliage
In the Valley;
With grave wide eyes
Everything! —
Everything,
Turns to a dark
Greenish-blue:
In the quiet
Valley of the Arrows…!

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They had ventured farther into the Valley region they thought, farther than they had cared to, but did nonetheless, perhaps wanting to get as far away from the stray Manticore as they could in case there were more like him about: in a like manner, racing to get away from the rats, and vipers: the whole darn place was nothing but a beastly hell, dominated by cadaverous creatures that could think halfway think, straight; they had some sort of formal reasoning.
“They are Mantic ores, and their inhabit is normally in the northeast part of the planet, a large section I think, funny they have strayed so far over here, but I suppose they are looking for anything stray as well, this way they need not jeopardize their lives so much, by trying to invade the Rat country or the Viper country, which they would not survive with their air, plus the odds of a one on one fight was slip, they’d be torn apart by many. I think the Valley, or plains is adaptable by all living creatures of this world, for a long period of time, but not too long, its creator evidently did not want any creatures straying too long, too far out of their habitats.” So said, Tangor.

“I have never seen one of these creatures before,” said Arallets.
“Neither have I, but I’ve heard of them,” said Tangor, adding, “Even the rats and vipers fear them.”
Twilight was descending.
“You do realize Arallets, no one to my knowledge has entered into this dark side of the planet, I hear there are ghosts, kind of like ghosts with strange powers there, and do not like intruders.”
“Yes,” said Arallets, “we hear many things, and there is truth to most legends, but most legends are exactly that, lore, and not all truth, and if we are to get to your ship in the next 140-hours, we best do it as quickly as possible.
“You are right, it must be that we venture into this world.”

Death Awaits

Said Arallets with a little more courage than she had the past few days, “The creatures in the dark world may even be kindlier than the vipers and rats, and surely more than the Manticore, god forbid, they are not.”
“Perhaps,” said Tangor, “but let us sleep and enjoy this last twilight, if indeed it maybe our last, and if not, they are quite beautiful anyhow, and I enjoy them.”
And hence, the sky turned green, and the valley filled with bluish green mist, and the fire flickered with its orange and reds, and the heat from the fire warmed their skin, and the sounds of the flickering of the fire, made them feel they were not deserted in the plains, as nearby the dark world was readying themselves for the couple, so Arallets would dream. (It was now the end of the 4th day, 280-hours into the planets week, and a count down for the vipers to destroy the ship in seven SSARG days.)
—When morning came they were refreshed and regenerated, especially Tangor, with his old muscles and needing regeneration. Next, they both ventured off towards the dark side of the planet, as if sleep had provided the great dose needed to fight the elements of the dark.

[In the village of Ral, where the vipers lived on the mound, the process of deliberation was going on, the two generals were fighting over whose army would get to destroy the ship, and was trying to figure out what kind of a contest they would have to see which one got the prize; they didn’t want to offend Blaze II, the king, but he was ill, and should he get in the way, that could make for another variable in the contest.

On the other side of the mound, the rats were trying to figure out if they could invade the city of Ral, it was really a holy city and both wanted it; both remembered the Great Siren, and she was almost a god like figure on this planet, and especially in the city of Ral. And if the vipers were busy they could take the mound, by surprise. When Arallets proclaimed to be the daughter of a god, likened to Siren, it was too much too much for the vipers to accept.]

While Arallets was sleeping, Tangor had made her a spear, both having one now, as they headed onto, and into the dark side of the world, its shadow.

Shadow of the Dark World

On and on they went, until they found their selves in the shadow of the dark world, at its rim, you could say. It was now the 5th day, the end of the 5th day. The great sun, its ball like form was no longer hanging over their heads like a lantern. Bat like creatures with long necks, heavy looking heads, and shadowy forms, whizzed by, perhaps four feet in length. Somehow though, it seemed a bit more peaceful than what they both expected, no direct challenges thus far. But Tangor thought, deeply thought, everything on this planet is a mixture of carnivorous beastly genders; that it would only be a matter of time before the challenge came about.
They had walked several hundred miles to get to this location, it was a direct route, and they did not go the route Siren took which would have taken weeks, and if with an army, months.
Tangor did not once look back, he waned to make it though this area in two days, or a bit less, perhaps 134-hours would do.
As they stepped beyond the shadow, or rim of darkness, there came a disturbance, a sound of wings flapping, Tangor gripped his spear in one hand, his hand pistol in the other.

Chapter 9

The Forbidden Zone

[The sound of war is developing with the rats, as they gather together from all regions of the woodlands, all 150,000 of them, to make a raid on the homeland of the Vipers, especially the holy city of Ral (as the Vipers are in a quarrel on who should get the right to destroy the ship; a scout rat has brought back this information). They are at the present, at the burnout campsite where they had done their war dance, feast, a few days ago, and had no sacrifice to offer the god of thunder. Now King Rat II, and his Son, Whimper Rat the III, who is not the bravest of all rates, but is very shrewd, will commence in a few hours to the mound area, second in command. He will lead the troops in surrounding the city, and invading it.

At this very moment, both viper generals are thinking of a way how to avoid a confrontation with their king, and at the same time, thinking they should kill him, and both rule the 20,000-vipers together, and bury the king, say the two invaders came in the middle of the night and slay him, consequently, a good reason to destroy the ship when due.]

Sweet Shadows
[From: ‘The Cadaverous Beasts of SSARG…’]

She hears echoes in the shadows
“Come follow, come follow”
Leave Kings to Kings
And Queens to Queens
That will bring
Sorrow and laughter
Tomorrow.”
The wild shadow bears a hum,
Sunlight passes making to tremble
Veils of gray;
As they softly, shyly undo
[Stirred]
The dark, —
And say, “…here I am!”
(Now hurry over the darkness
And Pray!)

#1330 4/29/06 [#2]

Perhaps Arallets’ fear was blocked by the instinct in her to exhibit her braveness before another person, Tangor in particular, she had shown weakness before, and Tangor had magnesium, something about him she liked. Who may know, it was as it was; what prompts one person’s actions is a stranger to another. Tangor kept his spear hand alert, hand gripped tightly against his side, as they walked through the shadowy zone of the dark world.
—Down! Came a haunting shadow. It shouted: “Attack is immanent, turn back!”
Moirommalit’s do not run easily, or avoid combat, it is not part of their make up, should anyone study their habits, and history. Bu forward she walked, in defiance.
“Who are you?” the voice said, a moment’s hesitation, Arallets did not speak, “and who comes so bravely into our land?” said the voice again.
“I am Arallets, daughter to the Great Queen Siren, who once ruled this world.”
“Oh, I do know of her, but she did not rule this side of the world, I assure you.” Said the voice; “and you are from Moiromma than?”
“Yes I am,” said Arallets [feeling kind of brave, and powerful as her mother’s reputation soaked into her skin.
“In this land you are either from the hive, or a stray from the dark world. This is the world of the dead, where all creatures come to when they die here on SSARG. Some go to the hive, others remain in the dark shadows doing penitence. We are area of two forms as you can now see…see me…” and the being showed himself. He was about four feet tall; white, with white wings, a bee stinger on his back end, and a bat like body, with a human type head, long neck.
“The only difference between us, and them, is they are black, and have no stinger. But not all of them care to do repentance for their evil deeds they did while in the physical (they were in a milky-misty form). They’d not like the hive, too may rules, like: no eating one another, or no fighting, or no raping, you know, the normal every day hideous sins we used to enjoy while alive.”
Said Arallets with a joy to her tone: “Then you believe me, who I am?”
“Yes,” said The Bee-bat: White-Guiar], who lived in the holy hive, “yes, I do, why not, if you lie here it would cause a disturbance.”
“We are seeking a route to our ship in the Viper country but fear the rats will harm us, should we take the route around the forest,” explained, Arallets.
“Perhaps I can help,” said White-Guiar.
“That maybe be difficult,” said Tangor, “it is quite a distance I think.”
“That it is, indeed it is,” commented Guiar, and this habitat is made for the dead of this planet, not for the living. And you cannot go to the hive, it is forbidden, until you die that is, and should you die in this land, I will put a good word in with the Great Holy One. On the other hand, you cannot remain in this world, there is no food, or places to sleep, it is just space, darkness, milk like darkness, and a permafrost ground, with sinkholes in areas. Again I repeat myself: it is for the dead. We have evil ones here, evil warriors, that care not to go to the holy hive, we call them: the gnome-bats: Black devil bats they live in the dark shadows. Many of us here were vipers and rats and all such creatures, and did not like ways of the many, I will permit you to go your way, and perhaps try to help if I can, but even I could get lost in this dark world.”
Then out of nowhere appeared an evil warrior, a black devil bat blocking the path in front of Arallets: “Lucifer is my name,” said the devil bat, four feet tall, with crooked sharp teeth, and a long neck.
“The name sounds familiar,” said Tangor, we got one of those on earth, but I suppose the name is popular throughout the universe.”
“You make fun of me,” said Lucifer.
“Oh no, to the contrary, you are dangerous, and I just wish to step beyond you, get out of your way, leave you alone and get to my ship.”
With his wide-open mouth, his teeth grinding on top of each other, the teeth of the bat became physical, and the teeth lunged at Tangor, but came short of touching him, as Guiar had interceded, and halted him, by pointing his stinger at his face.
“So that is how it will be?” said Lucifer.
“For the moment, yes,” said Guiar. “He is one of the trouble makes here, be careful of this one. But I have an idea on how you can shift quickly through the currents, the wind currents of this world, it would be a flash, if it works.”

As they stood there for a moment, Guiar chanted: “Old blood with new blood, old flesh with new flesh…and they should turn into shadows.” Guiar had transmitted his blood, his essence, his residue into Arallets frame, and likewise, into Tangor’s, and they had turned into a shadow form, “catch onto a current of wind now, and follow it, and you will be at the end of the darkness within minutes, and once you are, once you see light, chant these same words backwards.”
And they did, they turned into shadows, caught onto a wind current, and Lucifer and they were on a race to the light, his teeth garnishing behind them, trying to catch them at every turn, and just as Lucifer had caught Arallets, she had chanted her words, and to her dismay, she had fallen out of the darkness to light, with Lucifer, he was hanging onto her during the transferring process.
This world was knew to him, He had not seen light in over 20,000-years. And she thought as she stared at him: what have I done. And then Lucifer so engrossed with his new abode, walked aimlessly about leaving Arallets to herself, trying to figure out what new powers He hand outside of the dark world. Tangor now joined her, and as they started their long walk to the Mound area, they saw Lucifer walking into the Valley of Arrows alone, a smirk on His face.

Chapter 10

The Battle of Ral
[And the spacecraft]

[They were now heading to the Mound area, out of the Great Plains, the Flatlands]

“I remember once,” said Arallets, “my mother read me a poem by King Moir I, of Moiromma, and it is how I feel I suppose as we head back here to the mound; the Great Mound of SSARG, it brings back all the memories my mother used to talk about, but here is the poem”:

Sickly Sentimentality

I have sought out friends
Only to find rawness
Of their passion;
And the uniformity
Of their vision.

Who out there can know
My cerebral verve?

(Only the long dead)

By King Moir I
[Of Moiromma]

[The Beasts of SSARG] Liker her mother, Arallets could speak and somehow be understood by the beasts of this planet, and other planets as well, for yet to find out (Tangor like his friend Rognat, and Siren’s friend also, had learned this capability, but Arallets was born with it): as there language was grunts and gestures often. In the dark world it was more distinguishable. Siren interpreted it inside her head (like Arallets), a phenomenon it was, and as strange as it was, it was but a way to understand the universe more: a gift given to her at birth, as I repeat this.

The Battle of 504

When they arrived at the Mound, there was a great battle going on between the Rats and Vipers, and many were running down the mound to the spacecraft, the two generals had made a pack to destroy it, and even in the process of war, it did not leave their vengeful spirits. It was on the very day, on the very last hour: the 504th hour when they arrived, Tangor and Arallets had left the mound and quickly ran to their ship.

End Chapter: Part I
Tangor and the Giant Viper:
Hagar Quin

Tangor creeps up to his ship, is wanting to leave this planet once and for all with Arallets, and sees this Gigantic Diabolic ferocious snake, three thousand pounds, sixty feet long, tusks like elephants, an ancient snake called, Hagar Quin, one powerful snake guarding the ship, while the generals and other creatures (everybody) running down to the ship to get the two hero’s.
How can he get to his ship, he is by it now, he thinks, its body the body of Hagar Quin, has circulated the ship, but there is an opening, a small one by its head. Its head is as huge as an elephants. His gun will do not good, nor spear, only one thing he feels can kill a snake like this: decapitation, anything less, he leaves the snake desperate, and angrier for a killing, and must do it quickly for the snake alone can break the ship apart, but that old snake skin is think and between its lower, its thickness is hard to penetrate, perhaps four feet at its narrowest [circumference].
Thus, he creeps up to the snake, and with a shovel like object, one straight, and sharp, he puts it over the snakes neck, and pushing a half foot into its skin, it wakes up, flips about, wildly, gets entangled into the ship as it tries to get free its neck, thus, its long body cannot slap Tangor about. But the shovel-knife more like a battle ax he made while traveling back from the plains, two feet long/wide, cannot, will not go through the vipers internal fleshy tissue as Tangor expected, it would should he get into a battle with the vipers; or have to use it at night to sneak up upon them; and it jumps, yet Tangor keeps his body weight (and pressure) of perhaps 200-bounds, and his six foot frame embedded into the top of the shovel, its tree like stem, shoving its end piece into the snake, now it is a foot through the flesh (and the horde is now down the mound area and closing in on them), and the snake is still jumping. It tries to smash the ships bottom section, hoping it can, so Tangor will not take off (and has somewhat damaged its propulsion system ((driving force)) under the ship), as it fights the only way it can, by trying to rotate its head back and forth, side ways to loosen the grip Tangor has on its neck, before it is decapitated.

Twenty minutes have gone by and the snake has lost its strength, the sun has disappeared under rain clouds, and night has fallen, just in time, for Tangor has also lost his strength, and needs to replenish his body with protean if he is to continue this struggle, then all of a sudden the shovel hits dirt, the snake is decapitated. And Tangor falls backwards, and the rest of the snake’s body jumps out of impulse.

Ending Chapter: Part II
Rognat’s Surprise:

Rognat’s ship was circling the planet of SSARG, he had been in the pursuit of the planet Toso, for many years, and had found it. He was given the task of doing this on planet Hipparchus, a planet he named, and it was at one time called the planet of Aging. He had met Siren there, and they had become lovers. She couldn’t stay on the planet, it made her blood boil, and thus, they became travelers together. He had talked to Tangor many of times on his vessel: ship-to-ship, in planetary pursuit. He once was even to Peru, at the Laguna de Paca. As I was saying, he was now circling the planet, and had in focus Tangor’s ship. He simply followed a lead, looking for Siren, who had died some 20-years, ago, in his place when attacked by space insects that had circled his ship and was eating their way into it, when Siren gave up her life to save him.
As she saw Tangor, he lowered his ship, his ship had a locator on it, and it was a while since he had talked to him, and the fact that he left his locator on, and his communications system open, and he was not answering, meant, he could be in trouble, and here he was seeing at first hand, a horde following him, and his ship slightly destroyed, it would never be fixed in time for takeoff. And behind him was a battle going on, and snakes and rats running toward the ship, and Tangor and Arallets running to it likewise. They would never make it, Rognat knew, so he lowered his space craft as low as he could without landing distance, perhaps 100-feet, and like a vacuum cleaner, sucked them up into a bubble like container, ripping their cloths off, and all dirt lift and such matter was sprayed out of the container, and the container then went into the ship.
“Glad to see you Rognat,” said Tangor in disbelief; ‘let me introduce you to Siren’s daughter, Arallets!”
She looked at Rognat; he was perhaps in his late 50s, handsome.
“So did you know my mother?” she asked, “everybody seems to know my mother, but few believe she is my mother.”
“Oh, I believe you, that you are Siren’s daughter.” Said Rognat.
“Oh, why is that Mr. Rognat.” She asked.
“Because I saw you in her womb before you were conceived.” He said.
“Now how could that be?” she said quickly, harshly and without thinking. Then she caught her breath, almost melted to the ground, got goose pumps all over her body, tears came from her eyes, she couldn’t hold her lips from quivering: “Father!” she said.
“Yes, that is the correct word: daughter, is the other one.” Tangor almost flipped.
“And I was falling in love with your daughter,” they all started laughing as Rognat and Arallets hugged each other. While below the snakes and rodents became friends for the moment as they chewed away the ship, chewed it into pieces and hissed and shouted at the drifting spacecraft, then like a flash, it was out of sight.

Note: Chapters one thru three were written 4/25/2006; chapter four was written on 4/26/2006, all chapters written out during my lunches at El Parquetito (outdoor café, in the sun), in Miraflores, Lima, Peru. Chapter’s information taken from parts or Episode #28; 29: “The Cadaverous Planets”; chapter 6, ‘Diabolic Ferociousness,’ written 4/27/2006, at EP, lunchtime. End Chapter written at home, 4/27/2006 “Tangor and the Giant Viper: Hagar Quin.” [9:230PM] Chapter 9, ‘The Forbidden Zone,’ written at EP, 4/29/06, and #2, poem, after reading Chamber Music by JJ. Chapter 8, written at EP, and Poem #1, after reading Chamber Music by JJ. End Chapter Part II, “Rognat’s Surprise,” 4/30/06, completed at home, Lima, Peru.

Characters [*red= new]

Rognat
The Great Holly One
The Bee-bat: White [Guiar]/lives in the holy hive
The gnome-bat: Black [devil bat/lives in the dark shadows] Lucifer

The Wild Manticore
Hagar Quin [Sr] The Viper Guardian of the ship
Space Fish

Whimper Rat the III [Son to King Rat the II]

Arallets: Daughter to Siren
Village of Ral [new village was the Mound area]
Laruz: Chief Viper [Top General]
Nakluv: Assistant Chief Viper [Lower General; third in command]
Tangor: Space Traveler

Valley of The Arrows
The Dark World

Blaze II [Old King of the Vipers]
Siren: Mother to Arallets
Jokaneen: Mother Siren, Grandmother to Arallets
The Rat King II [still King]
General Lafos [Commander of Rotma: the Prince (Yllim) is still out looking for Siren, absent] and Amoto [Rotma’s asteroid moon]
King Htok [Chamber Kingdom]
Ahtla [maid from the Chamber Kingdom]

Character [or creature] Names:

Siren [Daughter of Jokaneen]
Blaze [King of the Snakes]
Nob [A general and a snake to Blaze]
Manticore
Jokaneen [Mother to Siren]
Yllim [Prince of Rotma; son of King Roliv]
Roliv, King of Nay [part of Rotma: the moon]
General Lafos [Commander under King Roliv of Rotma]
King Rat I [Killed during a fight with Siren]
King Rat II [King of the Rats]
The Mantic ore’s
The Frat Serpents
The Gin: Master of the Manticore
The Misfits [Cliff Dwellers]
Finn, the Giant
King Htok [of the Chamber Kingdom]
Ahtla [maid from the Chamber Kingdom]

Locations:

SSARG
Rotma [SSARG’s Moon]
Nay [a section of the Moon, Rotma]
Amtor [Rotma’s asteroid-moon]
The Great Lakes of SSARG
Gog and Magog: “HegMkog.”
Toso [distant planet]
Aging [planet] Planet where King Toso ruled
Ice-Cap: Moiromma’s moon
Moiromma [planet outside of earth’s Solar system]
Hippocampus

Snake: Language:

Ko [go]

Oi [help]

◊/rS [Siren]