1162 c.e.
The Mongolian Steppes
Yesugei paced worriedly before his family's yurt. Hoelun, his second wife was about to deliver to him their first child together. His two older sons stood by the opening watching their father's worried actions. Hoelun was having a hard birth, far harder than he had seen before. Yesugei turned on his heel marching with his hands behind his back, holding his wrists twisting them in his stress. He was afraid of losing his second wife as he had his first. He did not feel this fear before battle, or at any other time that his memories could recall.
"Breath, Yesugei, just keep breathing."
Sighing, he turned to look out into the night across the great grasslands of Mongolia. It helped to calm him, steady his heart and clear his head. Somewhere behind him he heard a horse bellow, and the sudden shouts of men trying to calm the beast. He could smell the fires his tribe's camp, the sweet smells of food cooking over them. He saw, out in the shadows, a small movement, his fingers started to move towards his bow but suddenly stopped. It was not a threat, he could just make out the form of one of his own tribesmen protecting the tribe. Suddenly, light cascaded from behind him, his head snapped around. The entrance to the yurt was being held open, he ducked inside, The air was thick and hot, he could smell sweat, and dirt thick and heavy in the air. Along with something else.
Blood.
He found his wife, resting with, her face hot and glistening with sweat, her eyes large and sad, as she weakly held out an infant wrapped in furs. Yesugei took the small bundle from her, opening the furs to face his child. His throat burned, and his eyes stung. Slowly, weakly he sat next to Hoelun, who reach out touching his arm as tears started to form in both their eyes. Moving the furs again Yesugie could see a small blood clot, that the child held tight in his small hands.
"He would have been a great man." Yesugie choked out.
"He would have been my love." The two looked at one another in their sorrow, Yesugie taking his wife by the back of her head.
"Let use call him Temüjin." He said as his wife nodded. The two spent the night comforting one another, grieving for their still born child.
The Mongolian Steppes
Yesugei paced worriedly before his family's yurt. Hoelun, his second wife was about to deliver to him their first child together. His two older sons stood by the opening watching their father's worried actions. Hoelun was having a hard birth, far harder than he had seen before. Yesugei turned on his heel marching with his hands behind his back, holding his wrists twisting them in his stress. He was afraid of losing his second wife as he had his first. He did not feel this fear before battle, or at any other time that his memories could recall.
"Breath, Yesugei, just keep breathing."
Sighing, he turned to look out into the night across the great grasslands of Mongolia. It helped to calm him, steady his heart and clear his head. Somewhere behind him he heard a horse bellow, and the sudden shouts of men trying to calm the beast. He could smell the fires his tribe's camp, the sweet smells of food cooking over them. He saw, out in the shadows, a small movement, his fingers started to move towards his bow but suddenly stopped. It was not a threat, he could just make out the form of one of his own tribesmen protecting the tribe. Suddenly, light cascaded from behind him, his head snapped around. The entrance to the yurt was being held open, he ducked inside, The air was thick and hot, he could smell sweat, and dirt thick and heavy in the air. Along with something else.
Blood.
He found his wife, resting with, her face hot and glistening with sweat, her eyes large and sad, as she weakly held out an infant wrapped in furs. Yesugei took the small bundle from her, opening the furs to face his child. His throat burned, and his eyes stung. Slowly, weakly he sat next to Hoelun, who reach out touching his arm as tears started to form in both their eyes. Moving the furs again Yesugie could see a small blood clot, that the child held tight in his small hands.
"He would have been a great man." Yesugie choked out.
"He would have been my love." The two looked at one another in their sorrow, Yesugie taking his wife by the back of her head.
"Let use call him Temüjin." He said as his wife nodded. The two spent the night comforting one another, grieving for their still born child.
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