Elerans Nation - Short Story

Our society has never been oppressed. No foreign conqueror, and there were many, did not reach the sight of our city. Although by itself, Our Kingdom did not occupy a large territory, it was positioned strategically very well. The cliffs of the Ancient Mountains were our homeland. Old stories tell us that our ancestors lived in this territory as long as the Vulcan was alive. The cruel mountain gave birth to a cruel nation. Warrior nation, Elerans. We had no grace to any kind of physical or mental weakness. Although all the forces that attacked us were numerically overpowering us, sometimes even seven to one in their benefit, there was not even the hope that they could penetrate our soldiers.

Each an every one of us, ether boy or a girl, from early childhood, at five years old, was taken to the Temple of War. No one could have avoided that. In the young minds, knowledge was transferred from generation to generation. The cruel training broke down a lot of people, but those who came out of it alive and with healthy spirit were the most eloquent warriors of this Age. While other Empires, Principals and Kingdoms trained their warriors to obey orders, our methods were completely different. Each warrior is also trained to be a commander. So we have ensured that even if only one of us lives on the battlefield, he is the King, and he will be the commander, to be the entire army. The symbolism of this was strong among our people and gave everyone the same responsibility as also the pride that they felt in their bones.

The brutality of the training itself was inevitable. We had to go through all the suffering and torture among friends and brothers, in order to laugh in the face of those who succeed of capturing us. The same training included every aspect of warlike life. Fighting without weapons, with a sword, bow and arrow, spear. After seven years of training with weapons, began lesions in tactics. War in invading hikes, siege warfare, fledgling fugitives. After 5 years of simultaneous combat training and tactics, each of us got three years of training in state governance.

We did not choose to be such a cruel people to ourselves. Life at this place and the winds of time have directed us on this path. The cruel living conditions have made the path for many of our generations. The ore we find deep in the mountain has brought us a lot of good and bad in our entire existence. It allowed us to seize weapons that other armies did not have. They also taught us and our society masters in the forging of weapons. None of this was created during the night. All this was a process that lasted for centuries. That ore was our only currency, and our curse. Because of her, our history is accompanied by countless wars and sufferings with very little friendships with other countries.

Sometimes, one or two children in a generation were born with Blessing. Those rare gifts that the Gods gave us. Some had the possibility of profanity and their training was next to the warrior and in the Temples of the Gods continued later. Others are born with what we call the Ancient Voice. This in fact means that they are able to manage the part of the magic given to the mortals. In all societies, such people were born, but they were not worthy of the end of the wardrobe of our Wizards.

If it was possible, training for people who owned the Ancient Voice was even more difficult and more brutal. They were not more respected in our society than any of the others. With the same respect, we also treated the Mothers and the Wizards. Their only advantage was that they had more loads on their shoulders. They became Mentors in Schools, and they continued through generations to shape our warriors, our Kings. In addition to the standard, the training also included ten years of isolation at the top of the Ancient Mountain. Ten years have been given to them overpowering their powers. They are one of us for whom it is not remembered to break through training. Each of them who went to the training would come out alive. And ready to serve everyone.

Lately, what has disturbed our established way of life was the awakening of the Mountain. That's what we called it. Two months earlier, the sound burst through the night. He came from the very heart of the mountain. Through the windows of our mines, the heat burst into waves and nobody could pass them. From that night, every four days, the same thing happened.

There are prophecies that say that the Ancient Mountain will rise again. And again, it's what it used to be. From the moment started what we call the awakening, we could not dig out a gram of ore.

Maybe we made a mistake? Perhaps the mountain never wanted us here.

At the same time, a new-old enemy is back at our door. Hysans, greedy enemies. The Fourth company, to which I belonged, was preparing for the march to the border and the front line from which the Hysanians attacked us. We're moving at dawn.

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