"Do not slay him," she screamed at the three misfits, she demanded. Perhaps it was their way of playing with the big guy, but it looked fatal from Siren's vantage point.
The Giant grunted at all three of the individuals, and the three said, "No—why not!" As they continued to fight the giant with bare hands; the giant got knocked down; he now seemed senseless; Finn must have weighed all of 800-pounds.
The giant roared again, and in the hallway it created a clamoring echo; yet this time the swaying giant remained calm, yelling yes, but calm, as if to be stunned, looking down at his shadow, talking to himself, talking to himself like a crazy man, or just idiot; hands fumbling again, his throat was cut from the claws of the misfits.
As Siren looked upon him, "…he lives," she murmured. All looked upon the giant; the misfits venomously looked, and then at Siren, yet all talked to her in a voice of calm: nothing occurred, nothing that would provoke her to fight.
Finn's throat was bad, a deep cut, but not to the point of it being a deadly wound, he put some mud on it, to cover it, and the minerals in the mud seemed to do the trick, by closing the would, and stopping the bleeding.
"We are all… (lost for words: she paused, then continued)…we all should be comrades in this deadly land, not look for warfare…lest we find it, and end our days for nothing," said Siren with a sigh. The misfits looked upon her as if to say: is she nuts; I mean they lived for war; it was a way of life. It was the difference between having an honorable and active life, or dull and limited meager life: so they believed, and reasoned.
The misfits gave a snarl, half smile, as if they were listening, still fearful of this new creature woman: but their minds were really off some other place. On the other hand, Siren was thinking: what could she do with these three new creatures, or was there more like them, and if so, than what, and now a giant, and her army awaiting her. She pondered at the faces, and the facts in front of her.
(—Outside the chambers, and caves, were the rodents and snakes bellowing for Siren to return. She did show her face for a moment, but only a moment, and returned to the Rose Room; the rodents were digging, or trying to dig a hole into the cliff, making holes so they could climb it to be with her, thus, at seeing her, they stopped.)
The First Night
The first night, Siren slept in the "Control Room Chambers," otherwise known as the Rose Room, while Finn slept in the cave like hallway, grunting and guarding the door, and the three-misfits, slept with their newfound friend Siren, but a distance away, and the Manticores slept guarding outside by the top of the cliff, looking down at the army, and trying to keep them calm for Siren. The Vipers were restless, but knew with Siren they had to be patient, and so they were learning, save for the fact, they did worry about their queen's safety.
King Htok
—Something leaped over Siren, then a second something, they held her down still, it was damnable-dark in the room, they exasperatedly grabbed her in a quiet but violent way. Finn was sleeping, everyone was sleeping. Her jaws locked onto a hand, and then she let it go after grabbing onto an ear, then spitting it out. Maddened with pain, the two some bodies gave her a potion that subdued her; then they put shackles around her writs and ankles.
There was a notch in the chamber wall, as they went through a chamber door to anther room, these beings were more Neanderthal looking, more so than the three misfits, whom were the scouts for the King, King Htok [of the Chamber Kingdom], whom befriended Siren. They brought her into the inner chamber, the king sat on a chair, now looking upon Siren and His dutiful soldiers, with a smile for a job well down. The misfits, were rewarded, and then sent away.
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