The Tides of Lightning: The History of Yamnia and Beyond
Urheimat (A), Ruaehneghithla Sector, 1250 Efahel (B) (50 AD)
Treyef sighed as he rubbed his back and walked through the streets of the bustling capital. The guards watched him carefully and eyed him as he smiled back sheepishly at the guards. They had seen him pickpocket an old lady a week earlier. Quite to his admonishment and embarrassment, Treyef had been forced to serve around 7 days under the old lady as an indentured servant as payment for the pickpocketing. It had been embarrassing for Treyef, as he had made a reputation of himself for being a famed pickpocket. Everyone knew he was one; but he hardly ever was caught. Gold was his objective, and everyone knew it.
Well, whatever, the old man had something to tell him. Treyef let out a snort as he thought about the old man. The old man was always full of horse dung. He would speak and mumble about history that Treyef had no interest in whatsoever.
Letting out a yawn Treyef walked across the busy sector as he eyed some of the delicious fruits being shown in the market places. The market owners and vendors scowled at him as he shot a nervous smile back at them. Well, not a day for stealing. After all, Treyef, knew that this day was the celebration of the birth of Earth Mother Dhegrom (C). A goddess known to be kind and the mother of all on the earth as they knew it. Treyef wondered idly as he walked if he should go and pray in the Earth’s Chapel later in the evening.
“Nah, I would rather much go at night; when there’s no crowd around, and no priests to steal my money.” Treyef thought idly as he walked through the market place finally reaching his destination; the house of his granduncle.
He knocked on the door twice and shifted his hands back into his leather pockets. A minute later the door swung open as the iconic grizzly white beard of his granduncle Laryef was seen. Laryef opened the door enthusiastically and looked at his grandnephew. “Ah Treyef! I thought you wouldn’t come! It’s already midday!”
“I had half a mind not to come.” Treyef muttered.
“Ah, don’t speak like that! You wound this old heart!” Laryef guffawed as he jokingly clutched his chest. Treyef snorted as he blew a tuft of Laryef’s beard away. “Anyway! Come in boy! We have much to talk about today!”
Treyef sighed and rubbed his back and neck before nodding and stepping into the cool warmth of Laryef’s cottage.
Treyef made himself comfortable as he sat down on the lower platform of the guest room; as was customary for guests of the house to sit on the lower platform of the guest room. He dusted himself as he saw some specks of dust in the Larha (D) of the old man. A twitch grew in his eyebrows as he remembered that his granduncle very rarely ever cleaned his house. He withheld the need to sneeze as his granduncle finally entered the guest room and sat down on the upper platform.
Laryef cracked the side of this neck as he worked himself in his position and extended his hands as his left hand covered his guts whilst his right hand covered his right hand. Treyef immediately went to attention as he saw that position. That was the position when the clan leader was serious. Laryef chuckled as he saw his grandnephew become upright and at attention.
“Well it’s good to see that in your time as a soldier for Her Majesty campaigning against the Eternal Horsemen to the east, you haven’t lost your recognition of our cultures.” Laryef murmured.
“I was only gone for four years.” Treyef muttered back as he sat at attention.
“Ouhu Shiwurua (E)!” Laryef chuckled. “Anyways lad, I believe you know what today is?”
“The Festival of the Goddes Dhegrom.” Treyef answered as he crossed his hands.
“Yes. And how old are you boy?” Laryef asked in a serious tone.
“24 Summers old. You should know this Old Man!” Treyef grumbled.
“And do you remember what this means?”
Treyef craned his neck and squinted. He strained his brain hard for a second and shook his head. “Nope.”
“By the mighty Vahlegha (F)! You don’t?” Laryef asked flabbergasted as he looked at his grandnephew.
“I’m sorry Ghipa (G), I don’t.” Treyef shook his head again as he leaned back slightly.
Laryef shook his head. “Today is your Bahihrha (H). How could you have forgotten? Your father wouldn’t have been proud.”
Treyef’s eyebrows shot up into his head and then his cord struck as his face quickly became panic stricken.
“Malara (I)!” He swore as he looked sheepishly at his granduncle and sighed. “I had forgotten. Today is the day I gain headship of our clan then?”
“Well.” Laryef harrumphed. “You could, and gain a seat in the Confederate Council. However that is my decision. Today I acknowledge you as my heir and as my successor. Whether or not you get the headship today is up to debate. I highly doubt the other chiefs would like to have an uncouth soldier and pickpocket among them.”
“Eh, what’s a few uncouth words between family Ghipa?” Treyef smiled nervously as he looked at the clan chief, who also happened to be his granduncle.
Laryef sighed. He fanned himself with light bark and murmured “One of these days, you are going to make the name of Saka drown my grandnephew.”
“The Saka clan shall endure.” Treyef murmured. “That is our motto isn’t it? The One Who Endures Wins……..?”
“I guess.” Laryef answered as he nodded. “Our clan shall endure a leader such as you as well. Anyways, today I tell you our history. The History of the Saka Clan. And of course, of Yamnia and the Imperial Dynasty and how it all came to be.”
“Why?” Treyef groaned in boredom. He knew this was going to be boring. He just knew it. A second later he clutched his head in slight pain as a small pebble had hit him there. He looked at his granduncle who looked deadly serious. Giving a watery smile he nodded his understanding and settled down.
“Our story is old…..as old as time one could say……” Laryef Saka, the head of the Saka Clan began. “It all began when our ancestors settled beside the mighty Vahelga River. The Story of Yamnia and how we came to be starts from there……..”
(A) - A Capital City
(B) - the Indigenous Dating System
(C) - The Goddess of Earth.
(D) - A kind of wheat carpet.
(E) - Of Course!
(F) - Volga River ITTL
(G) - Granduncle
(H) - Birthright.
(I) - Damn!
Welcome to my first serious ancient TL, it’s a story about anthropology, agriculture, cruel might is right, Darwinism, and above all how a civilization settling in the Volga River, makes a huge impact. It’s a story about how Civilizations begin, and how they fall, and how from the ashes, the people rise up again to face their foes. A Timeline in which an old fascinating culture that could have been much more, never got to be in our world.
Welcome, to the Tides of Lighting, where civilization meets the gods, and cruel reality.