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There was a person, a person with a baby and was running. This person was wearing a cloak with a hood over their face. The person also had a wound that was bleeding. The person had continued to run with the infant they were carrying wailing in their arms, though they continued to run. They continued to run and run until they eventually fainted. After they fainted, a man saw them. He had long, slightly dark brown hair and green eyes, he rode a horse towards the person slowly. Shen he was close to the person , he got off of his horse . "Who are you?!" The man said to the person. The person mumbled something in reply. "I'm guessing you must be one of my son's men, well as you may know I am Magyar and-" but he was soon cut off by the wailing infant.
"A baby?" Magyar said as he looked at the person who was holding the baby who was still crying. He looked at the infant, the infant had his green eyes and the hair color of the child was a slightly lighter color of brown than his. The person who was holding the baby was still faint and close to death, Magyar then picked the baby up and said "I'll take care of him , I will." and then walked away from the body who sons after died.
Soon after he got onto the house and rode it to an area that he could use as a camp for the night. When he arrived there he got off of his horse and looked at the baby for a moment. The child was wrapped in some sort of blanket and wasn't crying at all for some reason. " I think I'll call you Magyarország, after me." The baby laughed which made Magyar smile slightly. He then tried to take blanket off of the child but, Magyarország wouldn't let him because the child kept on moving. Soon after he finally got the child to stand still and took the blanket off of him. Under the blanket Magyarország was wearing some sort of pants that looked link they were soft but they smelled really bad.
Then the child started to cry again, Magyar looked at the child and smelled the stench. He then tried to take of the child pants , because it was wear the smell was coming from. After he took off the pants from him he noticed something that wasn't something that a little baby boy would have.
Magyarország was a girl, a little baby girl. "A girl! You were a girl this whole time?!" Magyar said with a slight frown and then went to get her some thing else she could wear. When he got back, he put some sort of small pants and a really long shirt on her. "Well since my own Grandso-daughter is a girl I guess I should give you another name, how about Elizabeta? Do you like that name?" Magyar said as the child looked at him blankly. "Okay, okay Magyarország can be your country name." He said with a slight frown and Elizabeta started to smile again. Magyar sighed for a moment and then noticed it was getting dark. He then looked at Elizabeta, had crawled towards him was clenching onto his leg. "Hey! What are you doing down there, a little warrio-woman like you should be going to bed." Magyar said as he picked up the child with a slight smile.
Magyar also had noticed how strong Elizabeta's clench was. "Maybe you could be a warrior, if train hard enough." Magyar said with a slight smile as Elizabeta laughed slightly and smiled slightly. "I'm guessing that is a yes, and if it is I'll start training as soon as you can walk and talk." He continued with a smile as he put his granddaughter to bed.
That is how Hungary's story began.