In Search of Truth: A Hayasdan AAR

[Hooahguy]

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[Basileus Seleukeia]

Instantly subscribed Can't wait for you to get into the fray

[Sarkiss]

I was ten years old when I began schooling. I learned many things, like letters and numbers. I also learned that my father was a big fat liar.

great to see you picked Armenias. enjoyed your Saba epic now there is this one to follow instead.
good luck

[Hax]

Wooooooh!

Another great AAR coming! Yayness!

[BerkeleyBoi]

Thanks to everyone for their comments again! I will post chapter one as soon as photobucket starts working again...

[mrtwisties]

Love it.

[BerkeleyBoi]

Chapter One: Childhood

I myself was five years old when I saw my first battle. My father left our home early in the morning, a grim look on his face as he picked up his cloak and left to battle the enemy. I did not know who the enemy was, but with the great King Samus leading such great men as my father into battle, what could overcome them?

I was left at home, told to protect my mother and sister, but the desire for glory and honor filled me even at that young age. I grabbed a rock from the side of the road and was looking for a good blade of grass near the walls when I heard the yelling. The battle had begun and I was locked inside.

Desperate to see my father in battle, I climbed up into one of the small wooden towers where two men were waiting for the enemy to come within range. They ignored me as I squeezed in between them and looked out.

I saw stones flying across the air and striking at men far off in the distance. Soldiers from our city marched forward, but I was confused. Where was the golden armor? Where were the massive weapons?

They were all dressed in the same clothes as they would when they worked in the fields. The only difference was that a spear replaced the hoe. The two lines charged at each other and clashed in the middle of the grass field where I used to chase rabbits. Some people fell and were quickly stabbed or trampled. I heard people screaming and cursing. I searched in vain for my father, but could not find him.

Then there it was. The glittering golden armor! Riding on beautiful mounts and their long lances leveled, a band of glorious horsemen slammed into the back of the enemy, sending them flying into the air or buried in the ground.

They turned around, whirled back, and charged again before disappearing just as quickly as they came, leaving dead and dying men behind them.

The enemy was in disarray. Soon afterwards, they broke. I jumped down from the tower despite the warnings of the guards and landed on a dead body which broke my fall. I scrambled back up and ran towards the horsemen. My father must have been one of them, one of those great men charging into battle.

The king rode by. He did not notice me. I searched the faces of those men, but my father was not there. I called for him, but received no answer. The foot soldiers then walked by, but my father was not among them either. I felt my stomach turn. I feared the worst. I fell to my knees and was unable to move.

The townsmen now rushed out to take whatever was left on the bodies. They sickened me. They were robbing the men who died to defend them. They were stealing from my father. I saw a man in front of me pulling a pair of trousers off a corpse. Anger swelled up and I jumped onto his back and began to beat him with my tiny fists. He threw me off and was about to hit me, but suddenly he stopped.

My father was a great warrior, not a scavenger, but there he was with a pair of bloody trousers in his hand. At that moment, I looked at the corpses around me and wished my father was one of them. What a pity that wishes don’t always come true.