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 walked 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 didnt 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, shed had to lie in the grass for the evening. But she knew now, had the snakes wanted to devour her, surely a few cou ld have done it, it wouldnt 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, dont 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 b rown with brown, but willingly united for the moment, perhaps to see if shed 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. Shed 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 shed 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 stal ks, 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, 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 upwardbut 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: dont 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 they were not taken by the army of rats.
The King Rat stepped up, as the other one, the one that 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, 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.
see Dennis' website for his most recent book, Spell of the Andes, and his travels: httpj://dennissiluk.tripod.com
Author:: Dennis Siluk
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