When Moiromma was young and fertile, it was a wonder to its inhabitants; no other planet other than earth could fall into its shadow of beauty. The summers were sunny and the springs were flowery, and the falls were colorful and the winters were short lived and filled with vistas for the eye to behold. These things were all present when King Moir I, came to this planet with his eight brothers; now eons ago of course. Long before it turned into an ice sheet and disc of tundra, with arctic winds bellowing night and day; legend says the King came from some far off place in the eastern zone of the galaxy, wherever that my be. Thus, it is just to say, little is know of the kings background up to the time he conquered Moiromma, and conquered may be too harsh a word, perhaps occupied would be better. His wife came shortly after he established himself as ruler, her name was Omma, hence, we have the name of the planet: Moiromma, for if anything they were a team.
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Although the planet was populated with habitual life beings of a different breed than the Moirommalits of course when the king arrived, interbreeding soon took place, and the dominate genetic fiber of the Moirommalits transferred the once smaller and more docile civilization into a more untamed civilization you could sayone that sought out warfare with whomever, and caused despair. It was not the kings fault per se; it was just the way his makeup was. Most of the inhabitants at the time the king had arrived were cliff dwellers, or lived on the mesas, the tables, or tops of the cliffs where they did mostly agricultural tasks. They also lived in dog-outs, by the rivers. A happy breed you might say, thought the king, but a backward strain nonetheless. Thus, the city-state was born when the king arrived.
Thereafter within a two-hundred year span, great cities took shape on this once passive planet. This was known in the annals of Moiromma, as the Fabulous Age.
Opiate seas existed; sun beams blinded the eyes if one stared too long at its beaming rays. Ay yes! It was the pride of the universe, much like the islands of the Galapagos of eartha lazy tenderly serene almost drugged like atmosphere; then it turned into a Camelot with its own King Arthur one might compare it to, which was of course King Moir.
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Moiromma: and then
General, Hsirag
[Part IV
I saw it on the brisk fall morning when I was rushing from the warm waters of the palaces bathing pool, to dress and get dry from the icy air. I saw it in the rising sun, magnificent above the waters, the white and blue clouds. The beams of the sun, shot through the open stone windows of the citadel; The Moiromma moon, an asteroid of sorts, was as if it was hanging on a string over the planet, over the citadel. It was so much so, one might think he could jump out the window and hang on to it, it was my haunting thoughts as I looked deadly into its disc lik e crater eyes. I had never seen it so close, so close I could see at a glimpse, steeples of buildings. Indeed I thought this spectacular event would never happen again, and it must be written down in the annals of Moiromma, for posterity, and so I have did so, as you may well be reading this account now because of my prudence.
General Hsirag, general of our seventeen-legend army, voiced his opinion saying, Im sure sir, this is the doings of some black magic, ah the old general is a man of many wonders, but I assured him it was beyond black magic or illusions. All the people of the plaza below me, below my stone windows of this magnificent fortress, are looking up at this strange occurrence.
The sharp deep brown eyes of the king could make out many land marks on the nearing asteroid. Then suddenly out of nowhere, abruptly came a quivering darkness that befell half of Moiromma, and the asteroid, the asteroid that now looked down upon Moiromma. At that moment, that very moment, the General was unwhisperable, he could not say a word; he had to shake himself loose to become alert, then with a shuddering voice he said, Escape my king, escape before we are doomed, and he tried to grab the king to pull him away from the nearing asteroid, but the king was resistant, and told him to calm himself.
Yes, yes, general, said the king, its a queer happening, but not the end of Moiromma, or you and I. Strange and fearsome as it was the large old king stood his ground, looking for a change, for something to happen, light to appear, or the ebony darkness of the nightly thick woods to shape shift somehow and bare some portentous new happening. The phenomenon remained dim and eerie for the Archkingdom. Then just like the sudden darkness that came over the city, the asteroid started to wake up, move backwards some, but it looked like it was spinning faster, or something, wobbling might be a better description, so the King would put in his memoirs . Yes, yes, the king babbled, the asteroid is drunk within its gravity belt, its axis is off balance, and suddenly the asteroids civilization, its steeples and buildings and bodies started to fall like through an open window of its efforts to regain its composure, thus, tossing these items onto Moiromma, akin to a volcano spiting out lava. No tranquility was at hand, not for the moment.
It was a grotesque happening, unexpected bits of houses, courtyards, animals, living beings, not burnt up at all, just all broken up. In all the two hundred years the king was on Moiromma, this was the strangest happening to this day if not the most peculiar wonder his eyes had ever seen. But how we forget such happenings, disasters within the clap of an eye, for dinner was served on time, and disbelief was put back into a chamber of his mind for the affairs of the kingdom, and the flat almost cadaverousness face, he once had, reappeared, as it fit his voice, as he ordered more duc k to eat.
Author Dennis Siluk
http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: two Short Stories
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