Little is known of this person, but I shall tell you what is known of him. Underneath Moirommas four hundred feet of ice is a dead planet, much like Earths moon; similar to a big snowball in the heavens, might be a better description of Moiromma. But, as I was about to say, underneath this ball of ice and snow was at one time, seas and rivers beautify flows of water and flowers everywhere, now tunnels, caverns and sink holes. At one time this planet was alive and beautiful, one of the most stunning discs in the solar system, now but a fossil to its inhabitants. And like earth it had its disastrous times, its meteor bombardments, if you will; its volcanic disruptions; its tsunami crushing [title waves. It was not all that long ago when all the ice age prevailed, took over the planet, soaked deep within the planets crust. At which time an earthquake took place causing a vertical displacement of thirty-five miles. It was the biggest quake the planet had ever seen. It toss ed ice, land and living beings and creatures into its cold abyss.
The tsunamis waves traveled through the ice eight hundred miles an hour, giving no warning to the planets inhabitants, faster than any seismic wave they had ever endured. There is no such thing as a warning system on Moiromma, all fend for themselves one might say. They never knew what hit them, yet it happenes about every decade, not as big as the most recent one though.
This time the ice sheets blew open like a water spout flinging ice forty feet into the air, and all that was on it. Two thousand inhabitants died. This knocked the planet off its axis. The magnitude of the tremors kept everyone running for days on end.
Iazrak [or IK for short, the brother of Jokaneen, and friend of the old king of Moiromma, was a man of honor and valiant, in the name of bruthood on Moiromma; which of course is a virtue there. Unlike his peers, he had never died, not even once. He lived on an island of ice, on ice with a moat surrounding his small ice-fortress. In the evenings many of the villagers would come and visit IK with their families for a few hours, there hed tell all the tales he had memorized from the comings and goings on of the many inhabitants of the planets known about within the solo systems, to include the old kings that once ruled the planet, and the great fight he once had with a foe. He was one of the peace makers you could say, but not quite involved with politics. He was more a seer, an odd kind of sort, and encouraged all to live a harmonious life. He talked about the wars before the ice came onto Moiromma, and how the old kings fought the Mountain Lords, the warriors of the olden days. He had said the planet had many trees at one time that gave the Lords much shelter from the Archking of Moir I, and his son King Moir II. And he mentioned the cobblestone streets and long summer days that was part of Moiromma at one time in the past. And all his listene rs, some two-hundred from the villages nearby would listen night after night of his tales.
At times hed even create great excitement with the stories, makeup what he had to, to entertain the people that is, add fiction to fact you could say; but some took a dubious intent to them, if not down right scorn; out of fear and hatred and ignorance, thus, they plotted his demise, his death, his assassination. There were three such zealots in the village that did this plotting.
It would seem they had a stranger walked through the village, IK was the mayor of sort, untitled, but the only spokesman they had, and when the inhabitants so asked him to be, to bestow his wisdom upon their deliberations, he would. This of course, also infuriated the plotting three, the evil doers, whom wanted to dominate the village for their own benefits.
Assassins, that is what they were, for their theme and plot could be seen no other way; hence, the day came around when the crime was imprinted in their brains to go ahead and commit to it. When one looks at this picture, s/he must remember, the planet had only small, very small villages for the most part, since the king had died in battle and was shifted off to another planet, thus it was full of cell groups mostly, hunting groups, or as I had mentioned, tiny villages per se. The whole planet had only about 20,000-inhabidents to it. And the ones not living in the cell groups, or family packs, and some two or three families to a pack, lived hermit style, or on their own; you may ask why when city-states are more productive, and protective, and I have not the answer, it is just the way it was. Next, let us not forget the assassins, for they are over the horizon, getting their plans in order. With no discipline, there is no law, and with no law there are no limits, thus, the assassins felt: who can harm us? Sinister men of greet greed and lust or power control, and the little material wealth the village h ad to offer they wanted to use that power.
It came to pass, by way of a rumor that spread wildly throughout the village, Iazrak would meet his death should he remain in the village, and this got to his ears by way of the village folks. It really was meant to scare Iazrak out, without having to murder him, psychological warfare one might conclude. But this was not to take place, helpless the villagers were on Iazraks behalf, he accepted only the good will of the people that should he remain in the village to be careful.
Jokaneenbegged her brother to stop his gatherings, hoping to stop the diabolical will of the assassins but the dimmable plotting against his life was to be carried out.
It would be fair to say, from that time on, no one really slept easily in the village, not as they had before; matter-of-fact, they slept so uneasy, a strange thing took place. One morning IK looked out his ice window to see the whole village deserted; there was only him and t he three assassins left. Hence, this little nest of anarchy at the present had lost its control factor, its power-grid if you will; its life support, its reason for the kill to go on.
As time passed, the three found themselves bickering drinking rat alcohol, and ice-bug wine; the humdrum of life on Moiromma had returnedfor the most part, back to how it was before [bleak and dreary, but without ones neighbors. The eyes of the three had lost their lust for life. It was shortly after this period when his sister talked him out of leaving, and joining a cell group, thus, retelling his stories, and adding one to it, the one you just heard. And to be honest, he was quite happy to be the storyteller.
Note: both (parts I & II), stories, written on 12/27/04 in draft form; rewritten 1/2/05. Revised, 6/14/05 Story of The Cadaverous Planets #22
Author Dennis Siluk
http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: short story
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