Warlord Sam
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CHAPTER ONE: The Transformation
Fourteenth Year of the Wind Spirit, Mycean Calander
(1286 AD, German Calander)
Gaaz woke up, feeling the bitter cold of the morning air on his bare back. He sat up, throwing the animal-skins off his lower body. The fire had died sometime in the night, and the ashes weren't even smoldering. Gaaz got up, and went to his water-jar. He shivered as he splashed his face and rinsed out his mouth, ridding it of the bitter taste sleep always left. Soon, the noise of morning in a Mycean camp began to fill the air. All around him, men woke and prepared for the long day ahead; today marked the beginning of the hunting season.
The sun had started its slow descent by the time the hunting party had stopped for its midday meal. Gaaz was among them for the first time, finally past his 17th winter. The men had done well this day, killing six wild boar and almost twice that many deer. Gaaz was imaging the winters-passing feast that would be held that night when suddenly, men on horses rode into their camp! These men had strange weapons and very small, neat beards, nothing at all like the Mycean men. Both groups seemed surprised and wary, but neither side wanted a battle. Finally, one of the strangers came forward, and spoke. His speach sounded familiar, almost a distorted version of Mycean. With gestures reinforcing his words, he was soon understood by the hunters, and invited to talk around the campfire with the eldest Myceans.
Gaaz looked at his best friend, Minn.
"What do you think it means?" Gaaz asked him.
"I just hope that the feast is still on", the ever hungry Minn said.
The men were brought back to the Mycean camp, where they were invited as guests for the feast. It was soon known that they called themselves Germans, and that they came from a great kingdom to the south. The village elders decided that it would be wise to show homage to the kingdom, as it was obvious the Germans were far superior. It was elected to send most of the village youths to serve under these Germans, to both learn their secrets and see the world beyond Mycean hunting lands. Gaaz and Minn said their goodbyes to family and friends, and within two days were heading south to the Kingdom of Germany.
"There it is, Gaaz."
After two months of travel, the young Mycean men were finally in Germany. Gaaz turned to where Minn was pointing, and saw a mountain rising up out of the fertile croplands. This land of Germany was so foreign to anything he had ever seen! As Gaaz examined the mountain, he noticed that it was not a normal mountain; the slopes were sheer, with corners and straight drop-offs, tiny caves all over the place... with a startling realization, Gaaz suddenly understood that this *was* Berlin! The Germans built and lived in mountains of their own!!!
"Its amazing, Minn!!! Can you imagine!? How long it must have taken! How will we fare in this foreign land?"
"Yes..." Minn replied, "I think we will do well here, in the Kingdom of Germany. Very well, my friend."
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After six months of training, the Mycean youths became the Third Infantry Division of the German Army under King Stoiber II. The young soldiers were also baptized into the Holy German Church in the year of 1286, AD, and given new names. Gaaz became Valin, and Minn became Sigifrin. The two friends were no longer Mycean tribesmen; their transformation was complete. They had become German soldiers.
A month after their baptism, they were sent to battle against the English horsemen of the east, in the First War of Conquest, Year of the Lord 1287 AD. (Look for this tale in the following chapters.)
Fourteenth Year of the Wind Spirit, Mycean Calander
(1286 AD, German Calander)
Gaaz woke up, feeling the bitter cold of the morning air on his bare back. He sat up, throwing the animal-skins off his lower body. The fire had died sometime in the night, and the ashes weren't even smoldering. Gaaz got up, and went to his water-jar. He shivered as he splashed his face and rinsed out his mouth, ridding it of the bitter taste sleep always left. Soon, the noise of morning in a Mycean camp began to fill the air. All around him, men woke and prepared for the long day ahead; today marked the beginning of the hunting season.
The sun had started its slow descent by the time the hunting party had stopped for its midday meal. Gaaz was among them for the first time, finally past his 17th winter. The men had done well this day, killing six wild boar and almost twice that many deer. Gaaz was imaging the winters-passing feast that would be held that night when suddenly, men on horses rode into their camp! These men had strange weapons and very small, neat beards, nothing at all like the Mycean men. Both groups seemed surprised and wary, but neither side wanted a battle. Finally, one of the strangers came forward, and spoke. His speach sounded familiar, almost a distorted version of Mycean. With gestures reinforcing his words, he was soon understood by the hunters, and invited to talk around the campfire with the eldest Myceans.
Gaaz looked at his best friend, Minn.
"What do you think it means?" Gaaz asked him.
"I just hope that the feast is still on", the ever hungry Minn said.
The men were brought back to the Mycean camp, where they were invited as guests for the feast. It was soon known that they called themselves Germans, and that they came from a great kingdom to the south. The village elders decided that it would be wise to show homage to the kingdom, as it was obvious the Germans were far superior. It was elected to send most of the village youths to serve under these Germans, to both learn their secrets and see the world beyond Mycean hunting lands. Gaaz and Minn said their goodbyes to family and friends, and within two days were heading south to the Kingdom of Germany.
"There it is, Gaaz."
After two months of travel, the young Mycean men were finally in Germany. Gaaz turned to where Minn was pointing, and saw a mountain rising up out of the fertile croplands. This land of Germany was so foreign to anything he had ever seen! As Gaaz examined the mountain, he noticed that it was not a normal mountain; the slopes were sheer, with corners and straight drop-offs, tiny caves all over the place... with a startling realization, Gaaz suddenly understood that this *was* Berlin! The Germans built and lived in mountains of their own!!!
"Its amazing, Minn!!! Can you imagine!? How long it must have taken! How will we fare in this foreign land?"
"Yes..." Minn replied, "I think we will do well here, in the Kingdom of Germany. Very well, my friend."
******************
After six months of training, the Mycean youths became the Third Infantry Division of the German Army under King Stoiber II. The young soldiers were also baptized into the Holy German Church in the year of 1286, AD, and given new names. Gaaz became Valin, and Minn became Sigifrin. The two friends were no longer Mycean tribesmen; their transformation was complete. They had become German soldiers.
A month after their baptism, they were sent to battle against the English horsemen of the east, in the First War of Conquest, Year of the Lord 1287 AD. (Look for this tale in the following chapters.)