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 History of the Arctic Barbarian, ScreechPU
*He lays his spear on the ground and sits beside it.*
"I can't recall much about my homeland far to the north, but there are some memories that I can piece together for you..."
"My home was north of the current Arctic village; we were a small tribe of about fifty people, all family. Our clan consisted of warriors, Barbarians, possibly the best suited for any type of winter weather. My father was a proud man, assistant to the clan's leader. I remember my mother, she was very beautiful and very strong. Everyone helped each other, the younger men and some of the younger women would hunt and gather while the elders and other women would watch over the village. We were a real close-knit group, one I was always safe within. I was the oldest child within our tribe. I still have two brothers, whom I watch over and guard dearly."
"I remember vividly, the day of the attack...worst day of my life, actually. I was with my brothers in the nearby woods, training to become strong warriors like our father. We heard the screams from our village in the afternoon sun. I ordered my eldest brother, AlphaZ, to guard over our youngest brother, as I ran back to the clan...When I approached the edge of the woods, what I saw blew my mind away. Our village was in flames...many clansmen and women...lay dead on the ground. I saw squads of soldiers, uniformed in the colors of the Buyan Imperial Army, attacking my family. I lay in the tall grass and waited, I sadly knew there wasn't a thing I could've done against so many men clad in heavy armor."
"When they left my village, burning and broken, I went to my hut. There, what I beheld, forever scarred me. My mother was dead. My father, mortally wounded, was sobbing helplessly over my mother's body. He looked up weakly at me, and said this: Take your brothers to safety in the south...seek out some of our kind. Always remember, this place...always remember your blood..."
"He then fell upon my mother, dead. I was enraged, hurt, and confused! I rushed back to the forest where my brothers were hidden, took each in a hand, and ran for the south, away from the village. Screams of the dying filled our ears, and the smells of burnt flesh and death filled our senses...We ran, and ran..."
"We survived on the outskirts of a big city for a few Yuris. I grew older, stronger, and developed into the warrior my father was. I vowed to walk in his footsteps and promised revenge with an iron fist! My eldest brother, AlphaZ, was the smallest out of the three of us; but he moved with tremendous speed and skill. He speaks little, to this day I fear he too had seen sights I beheld. The youngest of us, ShreekPU, looked to me as a father figure, as he was only 4 when our parents and tribe were mercilessly slaughtered. He too, filled out much like I did, except he is still young and learning."
"I had heard of the Lost Kingdom clan, and the history behind it. Feeling as if there was a common bond, I took my brothers to its walls. We were warmly welcomed and accepted, and I thought for a time, it would be a good home for us. But, as the three of us grew within the walls, I came to realize that no hall or town was right for me. I was a high-ranked official to the clan. Granted, I cared deeply for the people, they were not my own. I left my brothers in the care of the Clan for the little time they still needed to grow, and moved to the Wilderness once again..."
"I came in contact with the Barbarians of this region, and fulfilled my father's wish to live with them. The Barbarians here are relatives to my own clan, though only a distant relation. They are family though, and that, above all, is most important. I have vowed to help them in any way I can, I will not let the travisty of my clan befall them here!"
"This is my story...I would hope you find it worthwhile and insightful."
*He slowly stands up,* "And I will still have my revenge. Only then, will I rest."
Written by ScreechPU,
Edited by Angelicus
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