Blood Begets Blood - An Original Thrakian Tale
The Thracians are the biggest nation in the world, next to the Indians. If they were under one ruler, or united, they would, in my judgment, be invincible and the strongest nation on earth. Since, however, there is no way or means to bring this about, they are weak. The Thracians have many names, each tribe according to its region, but they are very similar in all their customs, save the Getae, the Trausi, and those who dwell above the Crestonaeans. - Herodotus, 5.3
I can say, in all honesty, that my obsession with so-called 'tribal' peoples beyond the borders of so-called 'civilised' life borders on near fanatacism. This is perhaps matched only by my love for the Greco-Roman peoples and that very civilisation that they apparently bought to the world. In this tale, however, I shall be concentrating on the former and distancing myself from the latter as much as possible.
So, allow me to set the scene, if I may...
It is the 5th century BC/BCE, and within Thrake the style of warfare and life have barely changed from that of the archaic, interrupted only briefly by the prescence of the Persians during the Greco-Persian War(s). Now another war is threatening on the horizon, one that will bring misery to the Hellenes but potential glory and spoils to the sons of Ares that are called Thrakians.
The Dii of the Rhodope Mountains are known in particular, even during this time, as fierce warriors and swordsmen of great skill, yet there is also misery among their own- a succession crisis and a potential civil war brewing that could split their tribe asunder.
In all this, with the Odrysae rising in the south-east all the while, is a young boy who may be nothing now but shall become something...
Thrake is always tearing at itself, making itself bleed and howl, and soon the Greeks will march against their own.
If there was ever a time for great warriors and great deeds, then that time is now!