THE PASSING OF TIME
~ By Lanabana
~~ I am studying the Russian language this year, and I would love nothing more than to wow you with some actual Russian dialogue, but alas the letters look extremely different from our alphabet, therefore it is not possible, hope you have a big imagination!~~
~~ Also I'd just like to say, that my theory is a bit muddled in my mind, but I desperately want to get it out there, so my plot may have some holes, please take it for the FICTION that it is~
~~ and please READ and REVIEW, its HELPS me IMROVE!!!~~
~~PAST (cont.)~~
Milo grew older, learning all he could, outgrowing his surroundings and the company he was keeping. They were too lively, too focused on the everyday; he had higher thoughts and loftier goals.
And time passed on.
A world away, in the land of the Rus, lived an oppressed people. For almost 200 years they had fought to survive, physically, mentally; they had long ago given up on the knowledge of education. They were weary, to the point of despair.
Millions had been ruined because of the Mongol invasion and it along with its effects were lasting much longer than anyone's worst nightmare.
Thoughtfully, none had been left out. Every family had suffered some horrible victimization; unfortunately, some suffered more than others, one family in particular.
The Derevkos had been a well-known, well-to-do, well-loved family in their region of the river. They were a large extended family of ship merchants who were exceedingly honest, compassionate, and giving. So naturally when the Mongols invaded the young unorganized country, they had to make examples out of such prominent citizens as the Derevkos.
They seized their home, murdered the men, and had their way with the women, which resulted in several suicides as well as illegitimate and orphaned children. When the Mongols finished destroying the Derevko family, they moved on to the next leaving only a few broken souls and a last name.
Those who remained, pulled themselves together, and desperately tried to rebuild their community. But a bitterness was born, a distrust, a loss of innocence, that continued from generation to generation, like a snowball effect, gaining power and strength with each generation.
They had a thirst for freedom, something they had always taken for granted. Not now, now it was a prized possession, an end that justified ANY means. This passion within them grew more deadly each time a Mongol leader would return to "remind them who was boss." But so far their hatred was only talk, no action, but their talk was action enough, because it effectively produced a people ready for revolution.
Particularly in the hearts of the Derevko women, especially since they felt the pain most forcefully, oh they were quiet and submissive, but their silence was deadly and one day would be awakened; as they say "Hell hath no furry like a woman scorned!"
And time passed on.
And on April the 7th, 1447 AD a new hope was born into the Derevko family. Her name was Sophia, and she soon became the pride of the entire community. From the moment of her birth, she seemed to posses an inward light, such a joyful little bundle, too lovely for the horrible world she was born into.
Sophia was growing into a beautiful young woman. At fifteen she was already tall and lean, soft yet strong, kind yet cunning, she was the best of every wonderful human characteristic. Her outward beauty only highlighted her inward beauty.
She had deep brown eyes; long wavy caramel colored hair, full rose colored lips, and high cheekbones. She looked very much like a princess, like nobility, she carried herself with such grace, spoke with such wisdom and kind calmness. When she smiled the sun grew brighter.
Even her greatest flaw was noble. She wanted to "know" everything, but realized her own poor family was greatly lacking in knowledge and would never be able to rise to the challenge.
She was reminded of this fact almost everyday; bitterness was the only subject taught. It was truly a miracle of God that she had stayed as optimistic as she had, for as long as she had. In truth, her presence began to change the hearts of all who met her; they began to see glimmers of hope. But she would soon know first hand the taste of the bitterness that held her people captive.
It had been more than ten years since a Mongolian monster had visited the Derevko family, so naturally they were FAR overdue. Sophia saw her precious parents murdered right before her eyes, and then she went blank, conveniently blocking out every other horrible act going on around her.
When she came back to reality, she found herself on a strange bed, in a strange room that was elaborately decorated. She had been taken captive, and one look out the window revealed that her new home was in the city of Kiev.
She was now the "wife" of a prominent Mongolian general. She bid her time, and took full advantage of his affection for her, eventually gaining access to his limited library. He foolishly trusted her, she was truly brilliant.
She had tasted bitterness, she ate it everyday, but there was another flavor too, one she could not identify, there was not a word to describe it. It was deep passion, a desire to free not only herself but her people as well. Other women were in her position, but they had simply given up, surrendered to hopelessness.
Not Sophia, somehow she knew she had a great advantage, she was in the perfect place to instigate change. She wasn't sure how she would do it but she knew she would, if she had to she would bring the Mongols down from with. So she patiently waited, preparing herself for the day she could bring the tyrants to their knees!
And time passed on.
TBC
~ By Lanabana
~~ I am studying the Russian language this year, and I would love nothing more than to wow you with some actual Russian dialogue, but alas the letters look extremely different from our alphabet, therefore it is not possible, hope you have a big imagination!~~
~~ Also I'd just like to say, that my theory is a bit muddled in my mind, but I desperately want to get it out there, so my plot may have some holes, please take it for the FICTION that it is~
~~ and please READ and REVIEW, its HELPS me IMROVE!!!~~
~~PAST (cont.)~~
Milo grew older, learning all he could, outgrowing his surroundings and the company he was keeping. They were too lively, too focused on the everyday; he had higher thoughts and loftier goals.
And time passed on.
A world away, in the land of the Rus, lived an oppressed people. For almost 200 years they had fought to survive, physically, mentally; they had long ago given up on the knowledge of education. They were weary, to the point of despair.
Millions had been ruined because of the Mongol invasion and it along with its effects were lasting much longer than anyone's worst nightmare.
Thoughtfully, none had been left out. Every family had suffered some horrible victimization; unfortunately, some suffered more than others, one family in particular.
The Derevkos had been a well-known, well-to-do, well-loved family in their region of the river. They were a large extended family of ship merchants who were exceedingly honest, compassionate, and giving. So naturally when the Mongols invaded the young unorganized country, they had to make examples out of such prominent citizens as the Derevkos.
They seized their home, murdered the men, and had their way with the women, which resulted in several suicides as well as illegitimate and orphaned children. When the Mongols finished destroying the Derevko family, they moved on to the next leaving only a few broken souls and a last name.
Those who remained, pulled themselves together, and desperately tried to rebuild their community. But a bitterness was born, a distrust, a loss of innocence, that continued from generation to generation, like a snowball effect, gaining power and strength with each generation.
They had a thirst for freedom, something they had always taken for granted. Not now, now it was a prized possession, an end that justified ANY means. This passion within them grew more deadly each time a Mongol leader would return to "remind them who was boss." But so far their hatred was only talk, no action, but their talk was action enough, because it effectively produced a people ready for revolution.
Particularly in the hearts of the Derevko women, especially since they felt the pain most forcefully, oh they were quiet and submissive, but their silence was deadly and one day would be awakened; as they say "Hell hath no furry like a woman scorned!"
And time passed on.
And on April the 7th, 1447 AD a new hope was born into the Derevko family. Her name was Sophia, and she soon became the pride of the entire community. From the moment of her birth, she seemed to posses an inward light, such a joyful little bundle, too lovely for the horrible world she was born into.
Sophia was growing into a beautiful young woman. At fifteen she was already tall and lean, soft yet strong, kind yet cunning, she was the best of every wonderful human characteristic. Her outward beauty only highlighted her inward beauty.
She had deep brown eyes; long wavy caramel colored hair, full rose colored lips, and high cheekbones. She looked very much like a princess, like nobility, she carried herself with such grace, spoke with such wisdom and kind calmness. When she smiled the sun grew brighter.
Even her greatest flaw was noble. She wanted to "know" everything, but realized her own poor family was greatly lacking in knowledge and would never be able to rise to the challenge.
She was reminded of this fact almost everyday; bitterness was the only subject taught. It was truly a miracle of God that she had stayed as optimistic as she had, for as long as she had. In truth, her presence began to change the hearts of all who met her; they began to see glimmers of hope. But she would soon know first hand the taste of the bitterness that held her people captive.
It had been more than ten years since a Mongolian monster had visited the Derevko family, so naturally they were FAR overdue. Sophia saw her precious parents murdered right before her eyes, and then she went blank, conveniently blocking out every other horrible act going on around her.
When she came back to reality, she found herself on a strange bed, in a strange room that was elaborately decorated. She had been taken captive, and one look out the window revealed that her new home was in the city of Kiev.
She was now the "wife" of a prominent Mongolian general. She bid her time, and took full advantage of his affection for her, eventually gaining access to his limited library. He foolishly trusted her, she was truly brilliant.
She had tasted bitterness, she ate it everyday, but there was another flavor too, one she could not identify, there was not a word to describe it. It was deep passion, a desire to free not only herself but her people as well. Other women were in her position, but they had simply given up, surrendered to hopelessness.
Not Sophia, somehow she knew she had a great advantage, she was in the perfect place to instigate change. She wasn't sure how she would do it but she knew she would, if she had to she would bring the Mongols down from with. So she patiently waited, preparing herself for the day she could bring the tyrants to their knees!
And time passed on.
TBC