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; thus 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 diffidently: 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 in 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 on 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. Her mother was a good teacher or she. |
