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Created on Wednesday, 14 September 2005 17:57 |
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Namely, my origins are blurry ... my first memories are distant and unclear, all I can remember is a constant rain, heavy mud and huge horde of blood-lusty creatures which all looked pretty similar to me and I must have been looking just a s same because nobody there treated me as something different. I cannot tell for sure, really ... there was no such thing as mirror in my world of that time, nor there was a need of one, heh, not like the tribe cared of superficial minor details as look is, in contrary ...
But in other hand, maybe I was mistaken. Because surely the scars, poked out eyes, mangled limbs, teeth marks and similar were highly appreciated and object of admiration and envy among members of this large population. Life was a line of fights and simple actions of survival, without some complex attempts of what we call thinking. The horde acted more or less as one huge organism, there was nothing as individual will or way ... pretty dull when I look at it now, but in times back then, I cannot remember being even worried or having slightly thought of it at all.
Anyways, one day the unknown catastrophe happened, the great Fire and Thunder struck horde from the Sky and there was river of blood and dead bodies all around crawling across many disgustingly mutilated corps', first time experiencing something as panic or emptiness, strange feeling I never knew of before, I managed to get out of that messrunning far and away, without slight thought on my mind, blind and blanked of memories, I wandered trough fields of stones, wastelands and deserts for how knows how long, time had no meaning nor importance to me ... Struggling for bare survival, hiding from to me oddly looking strangers I get to meet on my confusing journey, I settled down in place of green nature and peace, of which I know today is called Wilderness, where I felt safe, but yet - alone. Bit by bit, my longing to be a part of greater cell, drove me closer to people I was meeting around, people who accepted me quietly and with approve instead of fear and declination - mighty Barbarians. As time passed by, I establish connections and bonds with many, I felt good and even happy, life was kind and full of sense. I even got married and gave birth to few wonderful sons and daughters. I slowly matured to mother and grandmother but I never forgot where I came from - from rain and mud and people who lived once long ago and far away ... the grand horde and tribe of Uruk-Hai. Although I was only one who survived the great catastrophe from the sky back then, the blood of Uruk-Hais lives with me further, in my veins and veins of my children - therefore, I want to honour my ancestors and make them never perishing, than always living further trough family of Uruk-Hai, name of savage warriors from the ancient past, shining proudly carved in my legend and legends of my descendants and all future generations coming out of that strong and never-fallen bloodline.
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