The Complete Tales of:"The Soldiers of Nirut" (Part of the Cadaverous Planets)

Discover Ancient, Mystic Literature through the Fiction of D.L. Siluk´s new Cadaverous Tale: “The Soldiers of Nirut,” Parts One through Four


Part of the Cadaverous Planets



Part One of Six Parts
“The Soldiers of Nirut”


A Ancient Tale of Gallantry


Introduction



The Wrath of Nirut

(Note: the first part of this drama is done in Poetic Prose, the second part, is prose alone)

Nirut is a word that means, a poem about a king-warrior, and in this small but profound epic poem done in a Greek style, is best summed up in its first lines, ‘…the wrath… (of) Nirut’ The incident that provided, or provoked Nirut´s wrath took place in the Black Galaxy, on the moon (Planetoid) Retina, one of the two moons that orbit the planet SSARG, not his home planet of Lihterb, during a conquest of the planet SSSARG. The epic poem does slowly work into narrative scenes that of his anger, and the war, being recalled in stages. The Great War of SSARG, at the Quiet Mound (a fortress) near the grasslands of the planet, all will end up being killed, but General Terb, of the Desert Warriors, and most all of King Nirut´s warriors, but King Nirut does win the war, or the battle, yet he loses, for he has to leave the planet, his safety is on the moon nearby, Retina, a guest of the King there. He will have to return to his home planet to regroup, and get more soldiers, for he wishes to continue his quest within the Galaxy, this is really his first loss, yet a win. Nirut in this part of the his saga, does not accept the ransom gift of his brother now captive in the dungeons within the fortress called “The Quiet Mound”, perhaps it is a matter of pride vs., he has never been defeated, he is in a way like Napoleon, he will, and has let his whole Army parish because of his stubbornness, which he refers to as power, yet power is simply a way in trying to be a little god, in a big universe. Nonetheless, he frees his brother, and Terb, the general, hides on a space craft with both Niruh and his comrade, Rognat, and they land on the moon Retina, there he recaptures Niruh, and this is where the anger comes into play, the king accidentally kills his brother, which is really Terb’s fault, thus, he refuses to give up on the revenge of his brother’s death, Niruh, his pursuit of Terb leads him into a five year struggle across the planetoid, until he finds him, kills him, and then leaves the planetoid for home, there he find a way to get his kingdom back. That is another story in itself.



The Wrath of Nirut

(King and Solider of Planet Lihterb)


Wrath—Demigods, sing the wrath of Niruh´s brother Nirut,
murderous, doomed, that cost the Lihterbeans countless losses,
heaving down to the House of Doom so many strapping souls,
brave fighters’ soldiers, they made their bodies rawhide,
and died like a plague on fire,
and the will of the gods were moved toward his end.
Start, think, when the two first broke and clashed,
Nirut King of men and lance huntsman Niruh.


What demon drove you to fight with such a will?
Agaliarept the henchman of Hell and Beelzebub. Terb, angry
at the king, he swept a fatal blow with his army—soldiers dying
and all because General Terb rebuffed the king.
Alas, the General approached the Lihterb’s fast space craft
hid himself inside, and flew back to Retina, bringing back a set free
and holding high in hand, brother to Nirut,
placing a crowned-wreath upon his head, the deadly lancer.
He had begged the whole Lihterbean Army but clearly
the two captive commanders, Niruh and Rognat saying:
“Niruh, tell your brother the king, we are geared for war!
May the demonic hold those chains of hell around you?
Nirut´s Army be ransack, then safe passage home for us;
just set my Army free, my dear King…here,
admit these prayers, this ransom. We will honor the demon
gods who strike these Lihterbeans away—Azaz’el, Semyas!”

And all ranks of the Lihterbeans cried out their consent:
“Respect the General; accept the ransom gift, Niruh!”
But it brought no delight to the heart of Nirut.
The king dismissed the General’s gift with a brutal order
ringing in the hearts of his soldiers: “Never bow, old General,
I will destroy the fortress you feel is your safe haven!”
Not pacing nor pondering back and forth, he went forth.
With skill, wrath, and good soldiers, nothing could save them now.
“My brother—I will not give up my brother. Long before peace,
old age will overtake the general on his world, on SSARG, and
far from my eyes I will shall cast his people, slaughter them
back and forth to their end, lift my brother from his dungeons!

Now go,
do my wrath—and set my beloved brother free.”

The Old commanding officer was terrified. Obeying the order,
turning, straggling away in stillness down the corridor,
of his host king’s palace, on Retina, where the roaring
commanding battle orders would come from.
And wondering off to a safe corner, over and over
the old Commander prayed to the Great Warrior King Phrygian
of Atlantis, “Hear me, Phrygian! God of the golden city
who ruled the world from Lemuria to Greece—
lord of the islands of the Atlantic, and Poseidonia!
If ever I could build a shrine to please your eyes,
or make sacrifice with fat rams or goats,
on your sacred pyre, now, now bring to me a means.
Pay the Desert Warriors on the Quiet Mound back
Set freed the king’s brother Niruh free!”


His prayer went down and Phrygian King of Atlantis heard him.
Up he strode form Mount Hades’ summit, as if in a night raid—
with his golden lance, in his grip and across his shoulder.
The golden stick at its end, clanged as he walked with wrath,
the king himself on a stride down the corridor at night.
When the old Commander saw him, he dropped to a knee,
and a petrifying spar rang out form the great golden spear.
Next he put his hand on the old mans shoulder, “stand!”
Then, placing his piercing lance at the Commander himself,
he cut him near the bone of his neck and chest—
“You will owe me; I will give you an end in sight!”

One day the spears and arrows swept through the air.
On the second day the Commander called all his soldiers to gather—
The moment seized him, sent by Phrygian, for he grieved to see
All the Lihterbion soldier fighters drop and die.
Once they had gathered, he had them lift up a great net
(12000-meters wide and long, of some miraculous iron and nickel)
Crowding around this mysterious net, with spacecraft, swift
they rose above the fortress of General Terb, of SSARG
and dropped the net over the stronghold, and no man rose above it:
“Phrygian of Hell’s Atlantis, now we have beaten them, to fright,
this long campaign is won. So home I hope we go…
if indeed, we can escape our death—beforehand.
But wait: let us question the king,
a warrior, even a man of vision and quest—
let no man blame us for this victory, for none
can lift the net, nor feed themselves, and thus set-free
the captives, and so it was, Niruh and Rognat won their freedom.

So we proposed
to go home to the king, and down we sat as Nirut rose among us,
and gave us our will, but we did not know, nor have second sight,
all things that were to come, hence, Niruh was now missing!”


No: 1881 6-25-26-2007










Part Two of Six parts

“The Soldiers of Nirut”
Part of the Cadaverous Planets

Nirut´s Torment and Ode to Niruh





Haiku for Niruh
“You can t stop it—“
(Niruh once said to his brother long ago)
“It is a matter of time:
Fate is at the end…!”

No: 1880 6-17-2007






Nirut´s Torment

Nirut sat back half distraught from what he had done, unintentionally done, he had killed is brother Niruh —now burdened to the point he went into a depression. At this moment he sat back against a great stone outside the high walls of the castle of the King of Retina, the walls were eighty feet high, seven feet thick. Rognat, his close friend, stood high up looking down from hallway window, looking through a window to where he was in the meadows a short ways from the palace, he could see Nirut, it looked like he wanted to take his own life, but fate would not have it, and as his Niruh, his brother once said to him, “…do not look back, for there is where torment of parting is brother…!” As if he knew someday, something like this could happen.

What had taken place was this:

When Niruh and Rognat were held captive at the Quiet Mound by Murdock and Terb (whom made their escape to Planet Lihterb, and at which time, both Niruh and Rognat were set free shortly after, General Terb, escaped by hiding on Niruh´s spacecraft, and hitching a ride to Retina, whereupon, he found Niruh, drugged him, and brought him down to the river below the Castle-fortress. There he bound him with thick roots of a nearby trees, bound him to a huge rock. With the drugs he became senseless, and Terb was hoping to watch him die slowly, for three days he lay on that rock as Nirut, Rognat and Arallets looked for him.
Then in the middle of the forth night, Nirut found his brother (Rognat and Arallets were a little ways off in the woods, as was Terb, hunting for food to eat, and display to Niruh, as he had intentions to ate it, and psychological torment him in the process). Thus, Nirut finding him, looking upon him, freed him from the rooted-ropes that bound him to the rock, whereupon, once free, he came up wild, yet still in a haze from the drugs, and lack of food (Terb was too far off in the woods to hear a thing). He went wild, and attacked Nirut with half his senses back, and struck out blindly like a viper, recklessly gripping Nirut by the head and neck, and with a thrust and twist back and forth, trying to snap his neck, in the process between the twists, thinking it was Terb he leaped forward, leaped right onto his own spear, the very one his brother had brought with him to fight Terb with, once he found him, to thrust it through his heart for his evil and cruelness to his brother, for the war on SSARG was over, and this was really vengeance for no reason other than please of a kill to insult the young King of Lihterb.
Now Terb hearing the echoes of Niruh´s dying voice from the wind shifting it down hill towards him, he ran the opposite way, looking about, to see if anyone was following.

And there he stood lost in a haze of thoughts, and now confirming with his eyes and senses, that he had killed his brother. When Arallets and Rognat appeared they were horrified.







The Funeral and the Hunt


Terb from the Lost Tribe of Toso

It was the third day of Niruh´s death—he was now laid in the ground on Retina’s soil, Nirut still in a haze, still depressed, looking at his brother, and his memories of childhood with him on his home planet Lihterb, “I will not rest until I find and decapitate Terb,” he said, with dread on his face, as his body was lowered into the King’s soil—the King of Retina looking on, not sure how to take this, and several of his guards watched on with him, while Rognat, and Nirut, bowed their heads in dismay, pulling up the ropes that lowered the coffin into the ground.



Ode to Niruh

I have been renewed—
By the love and memory of Niruh
(The Great Spear of the Universe—)
Here, along the Kings River
Heedless of peril—I remain;
Heavy and strong, was he.
Pleasure and joy he gave—
“Do not look back,” he once said,
“…for there is where the torment
of parting is…!
Go forward brother,
Like a burning spear.”


No: 1879, 6-17-2007, Part of the Manuscript:
“The Soldiers of Nirut,” also part of the “Cadaverous Planets.”




“Terb´s Demise”


Terb of the Valley of Arrows (whose ancestors had migrated from planet Toso, to Planet SSARG (better known as the Planet of Grass, in the Black Galaxy), had been hiding in the old folks Village in the Safe Zone of the moon Retina (planetoid) one of two moons orbiting SSARG, and upon his discovery by several of the inhabitants who confronted him with sticks and stones and pitchforks and so on, he quickly fled before they could bind him, and give him over to Nirut (whom was originally from the planet Lihterb on a conquest of the Black Galaxy).
Nirut was notified on this by Surendic from the Old Folks Village, which helped her in her tracking of Terb, whom now went towards the river, the King’s River, that separated the two Kingdoms (the Western from the Eastern), and climbed from the river up and onto Long Bridge that connected both empires by land.
As for the old folks, they had a feast, feeling proud on their discover and assistance in the matter of finding the outlaw for Nirut, or at least notifying him he had been there, and now was headed in the direction of the Long Bridge. Perhaps the feast was a result of them feeling needed, which gave them pride that was once lost back.
Consequently now that he had found the bridge, climbed its tall torso to its top, leaping over onto its solid woodened platform, he went to where the bridge was in the center of the river, connecting the West to the East, Terb stood in-between the two, one leg on each side as if he was going to run either way, he stood on the bridge looking over, looking onto the river, watching for Nirut, There was no place to run to, if there was he would have, and so he wept, not for the killing or being responsible for killing, or having Nirut kill his bosom comrade, for he was not sorry for that, but sorry he had no place to hide, sorry he was going to be captured by his slayer in a short time by Nirut.
Hence, Nirut had hewed his way towards the bridge, and now they both stood alone in a moment of silence, one facing the other, which allowed an evil spirit to speak out of Terb´s mouth; it was Buer of Earth’s Hell.
“Hail, King of Lihterb, slayer of many on planet SSARG, Warrior of Moiromma, and once sovereign ruler in the Black Galaxy, hail to you and Earth’s Hell, for you have even controlled the demons, Hail to you and your followers.” (He had intentions to harm Nirut, but he, the demon inside Terb wanted Nirut to know the monument victory he was seeking and would receive when he killed him.)
Nirut leaped on Terb, on his muddy flesh, fire in his eyes, Buer the demon, opened up the mouth of Terb, and leaped out, without fear of Nirut (which was his mistake), for he tried to grab him, as he did herself grab the demon; having to let go of Terb to fight the demon, now fighting two beings, swiftly and quickly, Gwyllion (daughter of the Tiamat, demonic being) froze the evil spirit into a trance, thus numbing his fighting skills having to release Nirut, and at the same time, the Pig-snake demon warped himself around Buer as if in a cocoon (They did not do this out of pure friendship ((no demon would)), but the assurance they would be reward later, in that they’d be welcomed on any planet in the Black Galaxy, Nirut conquered, in later days to be, thus he was an investment to them).
Anyhow, the battle was not over, not yet, Nirut did not get his full. He raised Niruh´s spear, Xerrhang, and as if Terb was stone, Nirut drove the spear through his chest, heart and out through his back and split his spine in to two pieces, then he knelt over his dying body as to insure he would not survive the attack, unmoving he was, in the purple dark sky overhead. And then he stood up, said, “It is finished.”




Part Three of Four Parts
6-26-2007

The Soldiers of Nirut

The Battle Cry of the Devil-bats



From the Journal of Yahoo the Strong


“He drove his soldiers unmercifully, Nirut, King of Lihterb (but they didn’t seem to mind), all over the planet of SSARG (in the Black Galaxy), until they came to the Quiet Mound. His bodyguard, Yahoo, saved him once during the incurring battles throughout these trying days, and months. It was the giant broken-winged devil Bats (that looked more like flying rats). They had swept overhead of the King, and tried to grab him, flying low, trying to kill him, as if the war of the planet would stop once he was dead, and perhaps they were right, it would have. But Yahoo the Strong grabbed the food of one, and another, and swung them at the twenty or so coming in on him, batting them like a ball, knocking them out, and then he tied their feat one of the two feet, backwards (like a camel) and thus, they could not fly without a run, and walked about the camp, falling and getting back up, like drunken men.
“In the Valley of Arrows, we had conquered what was left of the armies, only a village or two were left, and they only held women and children, unless the younger boys were hiding. And so we took the most direct rout toward the Grasslands.
“We had fought the Great Bears of the high cliffs and mesas, in the north, the cavemen of the western cliffs, even the mantic ores of the east, and in the desert we had fought the Lost Tribe of Planet Toso (General Terb had made his way out of the desert, when he heard we were near, and was held up at the fortress called ‘The Quiet Mound.’
“In addition, we even conquered the ghost leader’s army, the so called ‘Jason the Wizard, and taken his wife into custody, she was a beauty to behold. We heard he had escaped from a phantom environment and had possessed the dead body of an officer called Darab, a great warrior within his command, that evidently came out of the stock of the Lost Tribe of Tose, as he had been, hundreds of years earlier.
“Some of the battles that we perused with Jason (prior to the battle by the rim of the forest of rats), he used his magic, for it seemed he darkened the skies, so his men could sneak up on us, or so it seemed, but at the end, he was no more than a piece of smoke hiding inside a decaying body, giving orders to a half witted caveman army.
“It was the second month that Nirut and his soldiers, a dark moving mass, marched through the plains; Nirut ordered his devil-bats, now under his command, to find Jason’s Army of 2000, whom were by the rim of the forest of the rats. As they tried to enter the forest to hide from our nearing army, the rats chased them out.”


The Rim of the Forest

Journal

“Knowing the whereabouts of Jason’s Army, the king marched towards the upper rim of the forest, hoping to engage in battle once in site of his lopsided army. Commander Niruh, and the 3rd in command, Rognat was approaching the forest, it was the 9th week in the desert, and it was refreshing to get out of the heat, then we spotted Jason’s army. Nirut had returned to Toso that very day, and I, Yahoo the Strong was told to be the scribe for a while longer, then return before the battle at the Mound to serve him in the palace of the moon, Retina, as his body guard, expecting the battle to only last a day.



The Battle Cry of the Devil-bats


Journal

So intense was the interest of both armies, the rats even stopped their engrossment of attack on Jason’s army, which were a collection of nomads, cave men, and desert tribes for the most part.
King Nirut´s dagger was firm in his sheath, he really did not want a battle, he wanted to win by intimidation, and perhaps cause a revolt within the ranks of the foes army. Nonetheless, the battle cry came out of the mouths of the devil-bats, as they circled high and low, back and forth, over the encampment of the foe: psychological warfare, so the king said, build the fear in them early, and when the fight starts, half will run off—desert.
Nirut— furtively gnawing at t his enemy while in battle, grabbed Jason, almost losing his grip, grabbed them around the neck, next he pulled out his dagger, gleaming after he cut open his cut, Jason struggling to get away, ready to fight with the rest of his strength, he leaped at the king, dagger in hand, Yahoo was present, swung the king to his back, lest he be killed from the force of his weight plunging on top of him, and the dagger opening up his stomach or chest areas. And with the long thick arms of Yahoo, he broke the spine of Jason, clutched him by the arm, and cast him into the air, and when he fell, it was instant death.




The ´Battle Voices


Journal


A clamor of voices sank into my ears, and I heard the king call my name “Yahoo…!”
And the king’s soldiers trampled over the horde of bodies, a few dying were bellowing, but the battle had been won. Now somber the king walked about the battle field, he wanted me by his side, and so I was. Soldiers were looking for Niruh and Rognat, they were being brought up through the corridors to the courtyard, in hopes the king would spare their lives.
Nearby the mighty rats (one hundred pound rats), peeking from the rat forest roared in a climatic frenzy, which warned me, they could be trouble if provoked, and we were now a very weak army. I and the king made a smiling gesture of friendship with them. The next day, we marched onto the Grasslands, and the Quiet Mound (the king would return to Retina shortly).







Part Four of Four Parts
6-26-2007


The Soldiers of Nirut
The Inner Fortress of the Quiet Mound




From the Journal of General Terb



“No one really knows what went on in the inside of the Fortress at ‘Quiet Mound,’ especially during the last days of the Great Battle of the Mound, in particular with Niruh, the brother of the King Nirut of Lihterb, and his companion Rognat—but of course I do, for I was the Commanding General there. I wrote this journal entry, for I fear history will overlook this battle, one of many in the scheme of all things. So I leave it in the vaults of the dungeon, for posterity’s sake, written on strong and lasting snake skin.
“We had captured Niruh and Rognat threw them in a cell deep in the dungeons of the Quiet Mound, and what I really wanted to do was cut their throats, but Lived said, ‘No! We may need them for a ransom.’ And that sounded logical, and I added: ‘I’ll take the chance’, so I said, and did.
“Then shortly thereafter, before the sun went down, we saw the great mass of Nirut´s soldiers surrounding the compound: swords, spears, bows and arrows, ropes to climb the walls, daggers in their hands, all ready for battle.
“We all rested, uneasily that evening and throughout the night, until first light, when they tried to bust down the front gate with a large tree they had cut in the Rat Forest, nearby, made it into a battling ram of sorts, and tried to rush and bust through the two foot thick wooden door of the fortress, to no avail.
“I stood on top of the tall, thick wall of the enclosure, and commanded my men to continue to shoot arrows—non stop—at the enemy below, and hideously I thought at the time, what fun it is to kill the enemy, one after another, it gets to you, you know, desensitizes you, and the more you get to watch and kill, the more you want, the less the previous kill matters, and so it often has to be more gruesome, and you watch the arrows pierce their skin, eyes, skull, watch the blood ooze out. It is how it is, not necessarily how it should be.
“Then the General, the old one that seemed always to be by Nirut´s side, he came up with an idea, where he got it I don’t know, perhaps from hell itself. Anyhow, I didn’t know of the Iron Net, not at that time, but I would shortly.
“During the Battle I glanced at the sun, it was low and hot, and the first few battles got to both armies, and then we started to fight in the cool evenings, just before twilight; them and us, we all seemed to have had the same idea—fight when it’s cool.
“In a way it was all senseless, all this bloodshed, and when we all agreed to let our prisoners go, a form of goodwill to Nirut, for inside the fortress we were tired of fighting and most wanted to go back home to the Valley of the Arrows in the Desert, most had children and wives, and we knew Nirut was like a wild dog that once he got a hold on something, he’d not let go he’d take every once of blood of every soldier he had to win, break the devil in two, if he could, we were hoping he would have not come to this conclusion yet.
“Anyhow, we agreed and so did they to this ceasefire, and I suppose it stopped the fighting for a day, or a few hours longer, not much more, and then the King of Lihterb had second thoughts, and so did his general. (We did have a feast that night in the courtyard even brought some lamb meat down to our captives.) In the meantime, King Nirut took us as a continued threat bitterly, screaming vainly for revenge outside our fortress walls—and then the net came, the iron net, right over the fortress walls, it was dropped by two spacecraft, it locked itself tightly around us, like a snake would to its prey; we had never seen anything like it before, it scared us just to experience the sight of those iron knitted chains interwoven above our heads, it was as if we were cursed.
“What could I do—I yelled passionately, ‘We’ll fight on…’ and I remember seeing the King smile, I think he wanted that, and we did fight on, what else could we do, and he killed all our men, life flies. Only I and a few others escaped, the others escaped through the Forest of Rats, which Nirut tried to avoid. I escaped on Rognat’s spacecraft a ways away in the Grasslands of the giant snakes. And so to the reader, this is my recollections of the event that took place.” Terb



Part Five of Six Parts
6-27-2007

“The Soldiers of Nirut”

The Death of a King
In Three Parts

The Blue King


Advance: Grleg once the woman, lover and wife of Jason the Wise (taken against her will from her father, king of the Stone-men of the high cliffs and caves in the western part of SSARG), became the wife of King Nirut. Jason, had escaped from the ‘The Shadow Lands,’ on Planet SSARG, and his doom, to become the leader, and king of the deserts and plains, as well as the Valley of Arrows, within that vicinity, of the same planet, now dead. She was now Queen of Lihterb, or what was under the king domain, he was at this time circling the planet and winning back all his lands King Gilga had taken control of when he was gone for six years from his Archkingdom.
He had also taken Sun, the younger sister of Grleg, and gave her to Scro, the Governor General of Lihterb, whom was faithful to the king while he was gone.
The Blue King of Lihterb was of course Nirut´s father, as Nirut had followed in his foot steps, and now often referred to as “The Little Blue King.” (Or the: Lesser.)


Journal of a King

“I was never much of a talker, as I fought a hostile galaxy (The Black Galaxy). Often times I had to refer back to my father’s teachings, the so called Great, Blue King, so he was often referred as. He loved what he called his: traditional warfare, or war tactics. Be that as it may, they worked for him, and as he often said, ‘If it is working for you, there is a reason, life is a balance, there is a rhythm to it, in it, sometimes all it takes is to outwait the others.”
I suppose I inherited his blind rage from my father, or so I’ve been told. In the plainest speech I was told I would die young, mangled with glory, like so many heroes that will be in the future, and that have been in the past.”


Death in Near

The Kings Journal


“I make no appeal for a longer life, for I would not care to be a devil-winged bat, at another’s whim. Nor would I care to be like a gaunt ghost returning to hear my voice sour across the twilight of a campfire and scare men, women and children. No I do not believe in one-hundred life times there can be a lasting peace, so I chose war over peace to be my bed partner. It is you know the more popular tumult to be in.
‘Draw your weapon,’ I have often said—and at my command twenty-thousand swords and spears, raised upward, flaming in the gleaming sun. Then I’d hear, ‘Lead us oh king…!’ my soldiers would cry.”



Death is near



From the King’s Journal

“I went forward with one-hundred men to the Blue River, the march was hard, cautious we were, a short time after sundown as the moon was setting, we were to cross the river, someone carried the news of our coming to the commanding general of the armies of the Sumernites—they thought we all were on the flatboats (but there was really two contingent groups).
The king of the south had taken the control of the planet from me, when I was gone for six years; King Gilga. His son Ga, Slim Blade for short, was present at the campsite. Once across the river, Yahoo the Strong, my bodyguard stood by my side as usual, I told him, the old General knew my father’s tactics, I wanted his advise, and so Yahoo went and found him, he said, ‘Lie in wait,’ I pondered on that, then he added, ‘…among the great stones and trees, all of us, lie in wait and the enemy will not be the wiser, and we can strike, we have the surprise on our side, strike I say in the early morning before sunrise.’ And so we were to do, as he suggested.
There was really little cover along the banks of the river, so this sounded more feasible, and thus, we extended ourselves inland, and hid in the woods, as the enemy was in front of us, unknowing our presence.
Up stream a company of men were coming down to join us (our plans were to attack them just before their arrival and they would come to our rescue): we had constructed some barrages, flatboats, several of them, and the rapids had turned all the boats upside down, and they crashed into large boulders waters. This information came back to us from one of the runners we sent up stream to find out exactly where our second contingent was, as he had spotted the enemy doing the same thing, and thus, they must had figured, the battle was won already, in the water, and would not have to do a nights fighting, and thus would sleep sound tonight.
Alas, most of the men would die drowning in the dark waters of the Blue River. We could not turn back now; we would have to use the element of surprise to win the battle, and the courage of our men.”

Attack and Death
(By Ga: Slim Blade)



From the Journal of Nirut, the King of Lihterb


Attack and Death

“And so about 2:00 AM, we made our attack in an arch form, with three rows of soldiers all swinging axes, spears, swords, swinging wide and wild, cutting down the enemy like chopping grass throughout the enemy’s camp: with dizzying speed we had killed two-hundred foe faster than a fish net can catch fish, thus, 400-or less of their fighting solders were left, and now they had seemed to have captured the spirit of war, and armed to the teeth, as they started pushing us repeatedly back towards the river—but we hung onto one another, breathless, we slashed them right and left back, in the neck, face, swirled them under our feet, stomping on them, then, we cut open their arm-pits so they could not swing their swords so easily, or cast their spears with all their might, or fix their bows.
—We did defeat them, by dawn we discovered our men from the rafts that had turned over in the rapids of the Blue River, were but twenty left out of perhaps 160-soldiers; and out of the 160-soldiers that were with me, 90-fighters were left, thus, we had about 110-soldiers, to zero of theirs.
The rest of the night we all sat around the campfire in a full circle, the roar of the water in the background seemed to calm us.
The clash of steel I will regret not to hear again. Ga (known as the Slim Blade) had struck me in my guts, I have now internal bleeding, I did although decapitate him, and now torrents of pain circled my body. But I have won the land back—killed Ga, and ordered my bodyguard, Yahoo, to kill the King of the South, King Gilga as soon as I am buried. It is over. Now, I feel silence, numbness over my body.” (The last words of King Nirut)


Epitaph (by Yahoo the Strong, left in his Journal)


“We had left, but 110-soldiers after the battle by Blue River, the King, King Nirut died that day, a few days ago, and all of us bowed as he took his last breath. I left afterwards, and killed Gilga, as ordered. A pit was dug for the dead soldiers of ours, and we fed Gilga’s men to the wild devil-bats, the ones we subdued on planet SSARG, and brought back to Lihterb. Next, we concealed the pit, and put the king on top as ordered, and brought his sword and dagger back to the palace.
As the sun rose, the soldiers left behind, had crossed the river after insuring the campsite was properly cleaned up. And to my surprise, when all the soldiers got back to the kingdom, they made me king, which was one of the last requests of our king.”





Part Six of Six Parts
6-28-2007

“The Soldiers of Nirut”

In the Cell of the Dungeon
In Three Parts



The Incarceration of Niruh

I


I rushed across the stone cell floor
tore my thigh on the bedside,
men packed in behind
panting, raving, blood-stained
(from the battle-ax of the guards).
Their fierce, faces found mine;
the bars on the door began to give:
reluctantly my brain—(with
suspicion) told me: “Step back,”
next—the guard hurled the door open
(had I been closer, I’d had been on
by back…!)
I yelled, “I am Niruh, the prince of
Lihterb, my brother Nirut,
the king….”
Suddenly my eyes were blinded—
(burning like fire)
by the thrust and force
deafened, by a roar and flash
of a sword of bright blue steel;
it passed so close it seared my hair…
(I hesitated) turrets of pain
in my mind, screamed, flooded
my cerebellum: sixty-men—in
the enormous room, all of us
held captive in the secret dungeons
of the Quiet Mound, like dogs in
a kennel.
There was blinded chaotic frenzy
all about, and many guards yelled
as they stumbled blindly about,
“We have lost the war, kill one by one;”
thus for many, luck had run out. I
jumped out of harms way, with Rognat
my companion (both fighters
in the Black Galaxy).
I leaped in front, when I heard “Niruh
and Rognat, you’ve been ransomed,
set free, come forth!”
We rushed to dissipate ourselves
from this putrid air, that had been
devouring us slowly.



Looking Back
II

Rognat had been directly behind me,
as I looked back I could see—
several inmates,
charred out of human recognition—
trying to get directly in my path,
seeking the outside air like me.
The cell screamed, ignited, sending
flames of hate, for our escape!
Up the stairway, into its heavy dark,
shadowy beams, a torch on the top,
I found the upper doors unfastened,
unbolted above, I heard a confusing murmur,
beside me, a head bobbing, a shape saying,
“Follow me!”

Then there was a score of others—
grunting, and there was my salvation,
‘Yahoo the Strong,’ Nirut´s bodyguard:
“Come,” he said, “your brother waits.”


Virgins of the Dungeon
III


Rognat’s Glimpse


I caught a glimpse of the struggling women,
a glimpse of them, in their cell, as I walked by,
they, the guards of the dungeons,
of the Quiet Mound,
were breathing hard.
I caught a glimpse of their shoulders, thighs,
battering them on the floor—half alive;
cowering on the floor, trying
to avoid chance blows.

Unable to be heard, they pulled them up,
under their arms, in din darkness.
I saw the gleam in their eyes,
white limbs huddled against the walls!
But the rapes never stopped; their eyes
accustomed to it all…: I heard a cry!
“Slim…!” and the figure was hurled across
the chamber, as the hungry lips of the guards
roared on. And that was just a glimpse.


▼

Notes on how the story “The Soldiers of Nirut,” material taken from the handwritten manuscript written 11-17 June, 2007 (more of an outline, the death of Nirut was not figured out in the outline, but rather in the afternoon 6-27-2007, although I had expectations to kill him off prior to this, perhaps right from the beginning), and reedited and revised, and sections rewritten between 6-24 to 6-27-2007, in manuscript form, and in sections, then rewritten again on the computer, and revised; some of the new material added was the poetry, and the Devil-Bates; some of the outline was redone and the old left out, and some characters left out that seemed to simply get in the way: written in Huancayo, Peru, under the sunny sky, with a cup of coffee in my hands, at my sister in-laws house, Mini. The version of “In the Cell of the Dungeon,” Part Six to the series of “The Soldiers of Nirut,” done in three sections, were structured in poetic form to create a more smooth, dependable, and emotional version of the story, done in the afternoon of 6-28-2007.

The Headsman of Moiromma

The Headsman of
Moiromma





The secret is not that an alien race
has come to earth to visit us, it is in
that it dies on a sunless planet,
someplace in nowhere.





Nameless he was on earth but as he died, he reappeared on Moiromma—his home planet, at the end of the solar system, earth’s so called solar system. He knew dying was not death for him, rather a time for replacement. And he had died before, and always ended back up on Moiromma, although this was not the norm for everyone. Almost as if it was a punishment, an end to an end, that never ended. A butcher on earth had killed him, chopped his body up, and sold his meat portions and, oh yew, if you didn’t read about it in the newspapers, then it is just as good you didn’t, it was a mess.

Uhluhtc was back, back home on his frozen and sparsely red-rock planet. The real name for his planet was after a god that had won, or was given the planet to him from his brothers eons ago, called Rahsna; as the story goes, it lead into a fight, but that’s another story, the planet was what earthlings would call ‘Ice Death,’ but really it was Moiromma, after a king and a queen of the planet, when it was not Ice Death; it was as he remembered it, the sun barely reflected its rays, on this desolated island planet, and when it did all the inhabitants would come out of their abodes for its moment of grandeur, as the sun stood still. Yes, one would absorb its rays, hues, but only small light of warmth could you expect; the rest of the time the sky was a fearsome awe, a world that had a death shadow over it, a canopy of sorts (except for a few months out of the year when it was hidden behind Cibara [a planetoid]; its own phantom like pale terrain; wherewith, it nullified everything and everybody; a planet with little horizon.
Now was his chore to let the Pack know he arrived back: should the Pack even exist anymore. As he stood there, all seven to eight feet, four hundred pounds of him (or there about, he stared into the night, the cold awful night sky of his planet; the planet Pluto was a distance away, he was hoping to visit some day, that particular planet, it was more like a moon he thought. He could see it now, barely, but see it he could. It was on one hand, sheer refreshment and stimulation in seeing it, after forty years on earth’s egg-shaped planet; although he got to liking it, especially the changing of seasons; it was always to his dismay though he had to hide from its inhabitants.
Rigidity, he knew he couldn’t live on earth indefinitely, it was hideous trying to hide here and there and everywhere to avoid people, and then being in the gypsy circus: where people called him the pre-human the Neanderthal, the representation of a creature, a so-called creature from Mary Shelley’s book out recently called, “Frankenstein’, although in reality, he was much huger than such a creatures. That part of earth’s visit was disenchanting, it brought a gloom to his face when he recalled it, but he acquired much knowledge and experiences that would account for something he figured; all said and done, he needed to speculate in his future, which he look about for, his people, the people of the planet, the Pack. When he had left here, left them, there were ten thousand inhabitants.
That was it for the whole inhabited planet, not like earth with millions on it. Nonetheless, even though there was no birth on Moiromma (for the most part), people did showed up, or come back, from a death they had on another plant. And they sometimes left behind their offspring (mixed blood, making them a hybrid for their planet), and then as they grew up, sometimes they’d show up on the planet years down the road; and within time no matter how they looked they become like them, once on the planet Moiromma that is; should they have Moiromma blood to start with also; yes, I repeat myself, they’d end up looking similar to the Moirommalit’s; a slow process, day after day and year after year, once on the planet of Moiromma.
What he did remember, and now was becoming clear in his mind was: he left the planet, his planet some forty years in the past now—it was foggy for awhile—just how long it had been, and he was the headsman, the man in charge of the Pack; yes, yes it was becoming clear, even its brutal moments. Surely he thought they must have found a new headmaster since his departure, which would be the master warrior.

It was a windy day; forty years ago, when he went into combat with Nori Iron, a beast of a man. Taller and stronger then Uhluhtc, not more cleaver though, other than the odds being against him, he played with fate, a coldhearted game with Nori Iron that day and lost. From what he remembered, he had killed Nori Iron, with a sly blow to his heart, stopping it, and ripping it out, but during the process he was bit by Nori Iron’s sharp teeth into his jugular-vain in his neck, also killing him; hence, both fading into the morbid global-ice sheets of the planet.
Where Nori Iron went was beyond him. But normally they ended up back here somehow, somewhere, eventually. It was their way of life, fight to the death, and look for a death-kill. Sometimes upon their return they looked more ghostly than when they left, and sometimes more hideous looking than ever, as the earth people called them demons for their appearance, it was the price for resurrections, and body adjustments on other planets, it took it toll. It ripped at the character of the body, for its cell and neurological structure, biological chemistry, all had to adjust to its new surroundings, it was taxed you could say, that is why they did not commit suicide until absolutely necessary to get back to their home planet.
There was another side to why most of the planets inhabitants that were on other planets did not rush to get back home, it was a repugnant life on Moiromma, to say the least, and just knowing you’d end up back there time after time and have to fight the elements after being on earth in particular, was not a bright homecoming, as one can see at this point. No one hooting for you at the train station, for there wasn’t any trains or planes, just the Arctic like geography, and the only thing to keep ones mind separated from this awful planet was to furnish stories that broke ones imagination, thus swallowing one up so he did not have to face the reality of this arctic planet.
He could remember many stories of his clansmen coming back and sharing them, those wild life stories. He wished he could have done as much. But who would want to hear about a planet that used him as a freak show, Earth. That would be a classic. And to be a headsman at that, they’d all say: “Where you been, at some dance…” Life was different on Moiromma, no sex for the most part [platonic for the most part, for many had both sex parts], no one ever went to the toilet but excreted waist out of their porous that is why they had a scabby body, that also kept them warm; it was like sweat, syrup thick.


The Kingdom: and Jokaneen.


As Uhluhtc looked about walking mile after mile on his new found planet, a bit smaller than earth’s moon, he called about names he remembered, one in particular being, Jokaneen. She was more female than male, and was the last person he saw in his minds-eye before he died (a lovely woman indeed, strong and cleaver); she was cheering him on during the war battle with Nora Iron. And so he called and called and called her name until his voice could not call any more. He knew he’d not freeze to death, he never had before, his scab-like body kept that from happening, it protect him from the cold, the utter freezing to death cold. Although it could make a person uncomfortable, and in old age, it could kill you, should it get past 60 to 70 below? But the planet seemed to have a spider web of currents surrounding it, which drew on the blood of its inhabitants not allowing the cold to freeze the blood solidly, or the heart, or the lungs, thus allowing the flow of thick blood to continue, with often times the pain of the cold, should one be of a very old age. In essence, it wasn’t easy to die here, and you never knew where you might end up should you die. So no one really wanted to die, too many variables. It was as if a god some place was using them for his purposes on other planets, especially when they became too aggressive. Perhaps it was this god called Rahsna, or was this hell for them, as the earth people had explained to him, humans go to. Maybe each planet had their hell, and each solar system a hell planet. Possibly creatures like him went elsewhere, who knows, maybe this planet was his hell from another time. Everyplace has it hidden history, its secrets, and Rahsna was no different.
Strangely enough, as he was about to yell again, a voice came echoing back to him, a high pitched voice, it called his name: “Uhluhtc, Uhluhtc! Is that You!!?” Then all of a sudden she spotted him, and started running to him, and saying many things in her native youthful tongue, “Yaha to-mo ha, [welcome back]” and”Toaw wow a la [I’ve missed you].” And she surely was a sight for sour eyes, if not sore eyes.
Uhluhtc was insistent they find a place within the ice they could talk, a place they called: ‘Uwabam ma,” meaning, an ice cave that had volcanic waters within it keeping everything to a moderate temperature. And so she took him to her “Uwabam ma,” and explained that Nori Iron had not returned, and after he had left [like himself], everyone went into cells on their own, kind of in smaller packs, if you will. She had gone on her own, herself she explained: being more female than male it seemed safer, lest she be used for fun and played with like a toy to take away boredom, by the brutes and other great warriors of the planet, she herself was becoming quite the warrior; for many of her kind would seduce the weaker inhabitants, for pleasure, a pleasure they could sense more than feel, providing one could work the imagination properly. By and large, there were only a few like her, more female than male that is, they being the odd ones, and much in demand on this humdrum planet.
As the hours passed, the reuniting took a different beat, Uhluhtc explained to Jokaneen about his venture on earth; that, regrettable, he was used as a haughty, if not scary pagan vile creature from their inhuman past; she simply absorbed this as a fantastic story, one beyond any others that she was told, not sure if she should, or could digest it as truth.


Looking Twins


As unexpectantly as it was, it was believable nonetheless that the once kingdom he ruled was no more than a pack of dogs stretched across the wasteland of this arctic sphere in outer space; a world barrenness without roads or trees; a people who came and went like the swirls of dust, dust that circled the globe. With its gray nights and pale days; fluctuations that stirred with the winds; yester-eve was leafless, as was this evening, as the two, and only two, trees [on the planet] blackly bare, twigs and branches about, as precious as the moment of sun-light each day was. An alien race that visited earth, and other planets, no secret to them, the secret was to the other plants that they lived on an almost sunless planet, something they’d never understand, or would want to understand. And one had to die to get to it, what an adventure he told himself.

Within Jokaneen’s ice vault of dark-blue hoarfrost, lo, an idea came to mind, she wanted to search and see if any of her old friends were still nearby. Feeling safe or a little safer since Uhluhtc was by her side now. Before they ventured outside again, they ate some long ice rats, and ice worms, with long tentacles that looked like weeds—this provided fate for them, a food the planet had an abundance of, if you could catch them. The worms lived in the ice, and the rats above, on the surface. Although it was seldom they needed nourishment: that is, unneeded on a regular bases, in the sense if you didn’t get it, it wouldn’t kill you for a long time, just weaken you, it was needed for ongoing strength though: but death would not normally take place: save for the fact, the psychological triggers to hunger for that would remain, the cravings a body goes through. Their bodies were like long-lived camels in a way. On earth, Uhluhtc gained some one hundred and fifty pounds from the abundance of food.

An uncanny wind was now crying eerily as they both left the abode to search out other life, the cells of the populace they once knew; Jokaneen had said she believe the population was not much different than before possibly a few more, maybe thirteen-thousand at the most, for many had returned from far off places most recently.
As they walked and looked about, the skies were looking witch like, as their bodies started to get covered with a frost, yet silently they kept tracking over the desolate region; Jokaneen was familiar with most of the terrain, yet they found nobody.
Something accrued to Uhluhtc, noticing there were no life signs on the surface of the planet, none what so ever, “Possibly,” he explained to Jokaneen, “just possibly the inhabitants might have left the cells, and are individually dying within their own ice abodes, or trying to die and can’t.” She nodded her head in agreement, saying, “Anything is possible I suppose.”
It was over a hundred miles they had walked before they stopped to rest. Said Uhluhtc, with a bit of wisdom to share with Jokaneen, which was another story from earth:
“I had once met a man on earth, a man by the name of, A. C. Htims, who once talked to me in my own language, after putting me into a spell like atmosphere, as in hypnosis, when I had come out of it, A.C. Htims, had told me in our own language, that when he was a young boy (Uhluhtc quickly inserts: ‘…and he imprinted this in my brain so I’d remember when I’d return, this is why I’m telling you…), his grandfather told him about the Prison House of Gloom, that Moiromma was his home planet, but he was taken off this planet to someplace else, which was of course earth in a spaceship, never to returned; while others were left to survive on their own on the scorched, and dead planet. He said most of the inhabitants had died that was left behind some one hundred million had died, leaving about 10,000. Well, the old man, that is Mr. Htims, had mentioned this House of Gloom, where certain things were stored within the peaks of the mountains on Moiromma, in its underground tunnels (once sea-beds) where also things called ‘suns’, that were stored. That they were hidden their so this world of ours would not melt and during its evaporation stage, they felt the weight of the inhabitants would eventually create a possible crust distortion, which might cause the axis of the planet to crash into asteroids, or like planets. And so they hid the sun’s rays to deflect from the planet directly.”
She looked at him in disbelief, and even if she could believe him two people could not change the course of the planet to be anything other than a dead snow ball in space, like that of a comet 200,000-million miles away from a sun. So she smiled to appease him, and did nothing to change the flatness of her unemotional face.

But Uhluhtc was full of spark, energy, ideas, and was proud he had remembered all the details. Thinking: therefore, if they could find this hidden treasure, this Prison House of sorts, life could possibly resume back to normal, whatever normal was before. All this made good sense to Jokaneen—but it was just a story, like so many people told when they came back to the planet, another speculative story, no more than that, but a good one to her nevertheless. In all reality, to her what was normal was the moment, and in this moment she could not understand Uhluhtc’s mystery voyage at all. She looked at him puzzled, but kindly.
She asked in her native language, “Howkalia dela savoay,” meaning: can you destroy us. She was scared, frightened for the moment, thinking he may have come back with some supernatural powers.
Explained Uhluhtc in the simplest of terms:
“Life is not necessarily the same on other planets as it is on Moiromma, gravity is different, things are heavier or they can be lighter, days are not all the same length; but I understand this is just too much, way too much for you to tackle.”
She gave a sigh, although he did not answer her question, he gave a humble monologue instead; one she felt safe with, or so he thought. As they walked back to their abode, to rest and get some sleep, in which they only needed but a few hours, possibly an hour or two deadly sleep every few days, and then they’d be good for a promising few days more, Jokaneen was quite taken by what Uhluhtc’s character tried to point out, that when Uhluhtc went to sleep, she took a sword of deep dark condensed and sharp blue-ice, as hard as a saber-tooth rat’s jaw, possible six inches long, and stabbed it into his chest, and ate him sum total.

The Great Manticore of Cibara (The Cadaverous Planets))#35))

The Cadaverous Planets
(Before the House of Moir; #35-eposode;
Part VI to Planet Cibara)) 6-1-2007))

The Great Mantic ore of Cibara


Malsi, High Priest of Cibara



Advance: it was known throughout the years, Malsi was cleaver, and when his father died, the demonic forces wanted him to take command of the realm, but he refused, yet what he did was, take the post of High Priest of Cibara, appeasing both the flesh of Cibara, and the demonic forces, yet there was a hunger inside of him unquenched, the Great Mantic ore of Cibara, rarely seen was an ally to Malsi (and he Mantic ore was the leader of a horde of these creatures),and he would prove to be as cleaver as Malsi.


Said the great Mantic ore, “Behind the minds of each demon, is a great darkness that remains, never goes away—and out of that, no good tales have come, the father of the demon is a being with ten wings, from earth, a dragon, and a man, Lucifer is His name. In a place called the Mountains of Hell, between darkness and gray is this place— Lucifer put his failures! This is the prison house for demon, where Satan Himself cares not to go, yet, I shall repeat, he throws his victims without souls there, the demon who fails Him. This evil demon called Noge, your father whom you hate, and want me to kill, which demons cannot be killed, but if he fails Lucifer, he will be brought to prison; if it is revenge you seek by asking me for my assistance in this matter, so be it, but you will owe me!”

If he could rid the planet of his father, he would feel much safer indeed, and so he gave the Mantic ore, his friend from the woods, his permission to carry out the mission, to rid Cibara of him, and agreed in the process to come to his aid should he need it in future time.
Malsi did not know how Belgorod the Mantocore was going to accomplish the task, and perhaps didn’t want to know, incase it did not work out, for he did not ask.

It would seem Noge knew something was up, happening—for when he talked to Malsi there was an unfamiliar hesitation to his composure, his voice, yet who knows the love of a father, even a demonic one, that is to say, little things can be overlooked, and perhaps in this case it was, and especially when one like Noge was put on high places, it is easy to fall low thinking it cannot happen to one like him, unknowingly, out of pride for showing mercy, many things can come about.



The Reckoning


No shadow was seen of the 2000-Manticores that crept up to the walls of the Great Enclosure that had been built by King Cibara, nor did the Mantic ore forget what the great Angelic Arch Angel Ura’el said once many years ago, “Should the walls come down of the Enclosure, I shall return.” And the Mantocore knew, if Ura’el returned, Noge would not be in the good graces of Lucifer, and be sentenced to the Mountains of Hell, the prison house.
Thus, in the middle of the night, the large cats, with humanlike faces dug deep into the sides of the walls of the enclosure and ran around the enclosure like wild beasts, all 2000-Manticores, 400-pounds each, 800,000- pounds of flesh stomping on the ground, and the ground trembled, and vibrated, and the walls came tumbling down, like in Jericho. And the instant the last stone fell, Ura’el appeared, and Noge, disappeared.

Note: See Introductory Chapters to “The Cadaverous Planets” (Parts I & II Planet Cibara)) Part VI, written 6-1-2007; Lima, Peru.


Notes (Characters):

Cibara: First King of Planet Cibara (lived 800-years)
Malsi: Son to Cibara (High Priest on Planet Cibara
Niets: wife to Cibara (whom slept with a demon and bore Malsi)
King Omlu: Father to Cibara (Nomadic leader of the pre-Cibara inhabitants living on pre Moiromma (in the Northlands)
Queen Omluo: wife to King Omlu, mother to Cibara
Ura’el: Angelic being sent as a messenger to King Omlu
Rabmid (Part of Ancient Moiromma, toward s the Great Sea of the West)
Noge: Lust Demon from Earth, living on Cibara
Queen Lihterb: Cibara’s wife
Belgorod: the Leader of the Manti cores

Water of the Giants (A Short story by D.L. Siluk)

Water of the Giants
(A Story from the Andes)



Dr. Adelmo and Professor Jesus Vega, were two retired scientists in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, surrounded by the Andes, they lived perhaps fifty years ago. They had both heard a of legend in the mines of the Andes, that the little people known as the Amuc, had water that came from the Giants of Old, that carried scientific elements, if drank, that would change ones genetic structure, and cause them to grow like lizards, forever. They both were aging friends, and had taught at the University of Huancayo; but lived in San Jeronimo, a small village some several miles away.
But their retirements were soon to change. Mr. Adelmo and Professor Vega discovered this new essence by digging in his backyard so deep they both fell into what might have been a giant hole, that led into a pool within the crust of the earth, some fifty feet below the entrance of their new tunnel.
“You know Professor; this might be just what we’ve been looking for all these years!” Adelmo said to Jesus Vega, adding, “Perhaps if we can preserve this little pond of sorts, we can bottle all the water and sell it, but first we must see what it can do.” As they extracted their first bottle of water, they noticed a giant worm crawl out of the water, perhaps seven feet long, and as thick as Adelmo’s neck.
Now standing outside of the dig, the Professor said to Adelmo, holding the bottle of water “Gigantica!”
“Yes indeed,” commented the Professor, “…this could be the answer to many of the world’s problems, and surely ours, we shall call it Gigantica.
So they both agreed on the name of the substance, and sat back and made plans to extract the substance, and possibilities beyond that.
The wise Professor studied the elements within the water, as the Doctor, carefully watched the animals (sheep, llamas, and goats) inoculated with the substance, how they would grow. And they found what they had expected, if given the water on a daily bases, they grow rapidly if in the sun, Vitamin D, seemed to accelerate the process; whereas, in the dark or rainy season, things changed, the animals grew slowly, perhaps like the worm, possibly it was a hundred if not a thousand years old, they could not tell. But the llama after several weeks of sun, and water was eight hundred pounds. And the sheep and goats three times there size.
The Professor had an 800-square meter farm, and had to buy the land next door to corral the newly growing animals, making it 3000-square meters.
There was a young couple living on the other plot of land he had purchased, and thus, kept them to guard the land, and take an oath not to tell anyone of what they witnessed, lest they lose their jobs, which were not plentiful within this region of Peru.
“How big can they grow?” asked Adelmo to Jesus?
“It looks to me, they never stop, under favorable conditions, legend says they can grow up to 600-feet, as were the giants in the Old Testament.”

When Professor Vega returned to Lima, he told his secret to his old friend, and female companion, Dean Maria Fiba, of the University at Lima.
“Oh they are growing so fast, I told Doctor Adelmo I’d not disclose our discover to anyone, but I have to tell you, for I’ve given a glass of water to my nephew Tony, each day now, and he was but four feet eleven inches tall, three months ago, and now is five foot eight inches tall. I told him I wanted to stop the experiment, but he knows were the water is and refuses to stop taking it.”
“Oh, yes my old friend, should this news get out, I fear there will be trouble.”


2
Night

It was during the night of July 1, now five months after the discovery of the water, the animals got restless in the corral, and hungry, and the keepers could not control the several goats, of five hundred pounds, and the three llamas of now over 1000-pounds, and the twenty sheep, some 600-pounds. They all leaped and jumped and busted their way into the neighbors yard, and raided the garden, and took bits out of the legs of the neighbors, to the point the farmers ran to get their guns, and shot half the herd dead, staring with unbelievable eyes at the sizes of the creatures.
The news spread of these giant animals, all the way down to Lima, and to Dean Maria Fiba’s office, who of course notified Adelmo and Professor Jesus Vega, concerned about what steps they were going to take now.

The nephew was now six foot tall, and all of 200-pounds of solid muscle. He was walking around as if he was Samson in the Bible. Along with him, all of San Jerónimo was excited about this new water especially the teenagers all wanting to be tall and muscular yet many were torn you could say. On one hand they thought it a miracle and God sent, on the other, it seemed it was causing more problems then it was worth, and put it in the category of a gift from Satan himself.
The several animals that were left had run off into the hills nearby the village, and were causing havoc with the cars at night, running across the streets, and jumping on them, or causing them to skid off the roads—therefore more accidents were recorded in one night than had been in the whole year previous.
The Professor was starting to worry about Tony as well, because this was not his evil intentions to cause havoc in his life or anyone’s, only to become rich if possible, and perhaps do mankind a favor in the process of food supply.
The inhabitants’ of San Jerónimo, gathered all the weapons they could, guns, and machetes, rocks to throw at the beasts, and searched the village and streets, and mountain sides for the animals, some thought it was fun, adventurous, and one by one they captured and killed the beast, ate them under a bonfire. While the Doctor and Professor remained at their farm, guarding it, as if the animals would return, but they never did of course.

Said he, Professor to the Doctor, “Who are we to change the world to a point of subjecting our youth to dangers we know little about. I see in them what can be, in time, what we have here is something none of us are ready for, and can only harm us, we have the responsibility to destroy this substance that will only bring envy, and jealousy, and drive the spirits of our youth to destruction.”
After saying that, he broke the foundations of the cave, to where the dirt filled the pond, and the waters scattered all about, soaked deep into the earth, never to rise, or be replaced again.


Written Lima, Peru 6-1-2007