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 love making 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, 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, it fell then 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, believe me; 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 was the frequently snarling vipers and rodents, and a few of the Manticores, all in their own arguments on dominating, of 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. [to be continued]