My name is Griegor Lamont, although not my real name. That name would be impossible for you to pronounce, Azorean being an extremely difficult language for you on earth to pronounce.  I was born the oldest of seven children in a small azorean province known as Azfrelton. My father was a high ranking government official, which is the reason I initially entered the political arena.  My mother raised us to believe in ourselves and what we could achieve.  My youngest sibling, Cormack, was always the bain to my existence. I loved him dearly but it seemed he was always trying to find the easy way to fame and glory.  His ultimate... well this is not his story is it?  I married a renowned Neurosurgeon, named Latharna. Ours was a long and calculated courtship. We were wed and soon had a new bouncing baby boy.  Unfortunately, she was unable to have more children.  

I rose to power, if you could call it that, in the later part of my life.  I oversaw the exodus of our planet Azorea and helped my people adapt to our new home on the planet Earth.  This is our story. 

Born On Azorea

I was born in the Naveltic Region of Azorea.  My parents were hardworking people who valued education above all.  My father, owned a mercantile store, which served the needs of the Azorean Federation.  My mother and father did not want that life for me and so enrolled me in the prestigious Farbalton Academy in the capital city of Farbalta.  School began early at the age of 13.  I was slightly older than the normal first year students, only because I was needed at home to aid with the duties of the mercantile business, until my father could find a suitable replacement.

Because our home was located on the southern hemisphere of Azorea, near the outer pole, life was always cold and inhospitable.  Thank heavens I was not born during the Triundral  period,  keeping warm was an all day task then.

Schooling in Farbalton Academy

My education was fairly uneventful. I decided early on that I would pursue a life of medicine.  Because we had no natural enemies, we had no need for military or weapons of war.  We simply did not waste our resources on such things.  Later, unfortunately, that would become our Achilles heel, to quote an Earthly colloquialism.  Instead, we employed all our resources in medical advancements as well as space exploration.  Over the 2,000 years of our worlds existence, we had gained a vast array of technology and advancement.  All of this became a boon to me as I continued my studies.

I loved attending off site field education.  We would board the science transports and venture to unexplored worlds in our solar system.  That's really where I came to gain a love of medicine and science.  I remember one outing in particular.  We were traveling to a planet called Tristan.  Unlike most of the other worlds, where we had to dawn heavy suits and carry bio-habitat units on our back, Tristan had an atmosphere similar to our own on Azorea.  In hindsight, I guess it is fortunate that we conducted so many exploratory visits there.  With my home world of Azorea nothing but a memory, it provided a safe place for the majority of our people to live.

Morg Vayltor

The day that marked the beginning of the end for our planet was "Morg Vayltor"   In your language it would be translated as The Day Of The Dead.  It all came about because of some terrible members of our society.  I'll spare you the boring history, but suffice it to say that their actions resulted in a deadly vapor that killed over a third of our people.  Those who didn't find safety in time, were mutated by this vapor.  As a physician, I can show you images of what actually happened to them.

The LeathMairbh Brain

When Morg Vayltor struck, the deadly vapor I mentioned above, caused a mutation in those who had to endure it.  The vapor invaded the lungs and spread it's toxins through the blood stream.  When the toxins reached the brain, for some reason I cannot explain, it only destroyed the right side of their brain material.  It turned into a hard cartilage, riddled with porous holes and rigid.  Basically, it became useless brain matter.  Consequently, these LeathMairbh became ruthless, unfeeling barbarians.  They blamed us, the Azoreans for their plight.  How Ironic, The very person responsible for their situation, Cormack, became their leader.  He too was changed into LeathMairbh on that day.  The horror of what he did is too painful for me to talk about.  A history has been made and you can read about it.

Now we live on Earth, and are forever consigned to it's bounds.