Trisarn Falahleed, part 1

My name is Trisarn Gesh. I was born of my mother Mingisha and farther Binto Gesh, to a small tribe on the pasture lands of Bengahni. As a small boy i learnt to drive our herds of cattle in silence. To understand the language of the animals around us and the songs of Earth Wind and Sky. We where a peaceful people, moving from place to place as nomads, to fatten our cattle on the green pastures that ripened with the seasons change. We believe in life and the strength of understanding. I remember my farther sitting amongst the elders and the hunters, recounting the story's my grandfather past to him. This is how we kept our histories, my mother sung the songs of life and beginning. She sung of the change and how devastation famine drought and death can bring new life, new beginnings. That was our charge on this life. Like all the other Gesh before me, i would learn the stories just as my farther and grandfathers before had done, and in time a wife would be found for me and my mother would teach her the songs. Many years passed in this peaceful manner. I had no notion of war or valour, no understanding of what it is to die for a cause. In all our histories and songs, our tribe had never gone to war, none had ever had need to give their life to some greater cause. We believed we where here to sing the songs of life that kept the earth in peace. And death was just a mysterious new beginning, it was viewed as an honour for men to join with Earth and Father new life, and for women to be given to fire and carried by wind to Sky where they could replenish the blood of all life. Two moons before i was to become a man and begin my time as an adult Gesh, all life on the quiet pasture lands of Bengahni changed forever. Sky was angry with some great turmoil brewing in his being. Fire and light burned cracks in his soul and his blood, the blood of life, began to spill onto Earth and darken her skin. We sung the songs of peace to quieten Sky's pain and give peace to Earth but Wind came between us and our song was lost to him. Blood covered and filled Earth to over flowing. Soon we had to take to higher pastures. The blood ran thick and fast, Wind was also filled with rage and blocked our steps slowing us down and weighing on or backs. Many of our cattle, children and elders joined Earth that day. But all who where strong and fast held those they could together, and most of our tribe found them selves above the thickest of the blood pour. By the next moon the blood had receded but we could not find any of those who had left us. We gathered the remaining cattle and headed higher off the flat lands. That moon as we gathered for an evening of song to tell Earth of all those who would be joining her, strange men from a different land passed with us. we welcomed them to join our song but they did not speak our tongue. They wore long dresses of thick stone like weave and a white shroud over covered in a strange pattern. They where tall and heavy, big men with pale skin and hair the colours of Sun. They pulled tall dark horses with them, laden heavy with sacks. Tied by a leather belt from their waist was the longest knife i had ever seen, made of the same stone of their dress, and gleaming beside fire. We where all cautious to be amongst such strange men, the children and women kept behind the hunters for fear they where spirits of some unknown element. As Fire left us and wind fell gentle and cool about us we made for sleep. Startled from my sleep I woke in the night to find fabric bound tightly around my mouth cutting into my lips, i could not call out. My hands and feet tied with leather so tightly my skin burned in anger. I struggled to free myself, and i saw i was tied to the back of one of the strange men's horses moving swiftly away from my family, my life, my destiny as a Gesh ........................