Хасос

This is an inexorable world in which goals justify the means and the only sin is a defeat.Hassos, it seems, was not intended for such a place.He was small from birth and was a light target among others.He was treated with contempt and hostility.He never sought anything other than survival and small comfort. Although the thugs are disgusted with weakness, they are pragmatic people and they do not allow something to disappear in vain.Shorties and miserable are not revered in their society, but they still have their own place.Everywhere where there is black work, they will be in demand by labor, slaves for their owners.He was entrusted with humiliating work by a cash of warriors, which controls the tribes of Gromil.For example, care for cattle or play the role of servants.The main duty of the Hassos was to graze the herd of the younger leader and his position was not much exceeding the level of the animals that he looked after. The day of the storm began, like any other.Hasos rose with the sun and watched animals from a nearby hill.The clouds were approaching so quickly that the animals did not have time to hide before the wind and rain overtook them.Lightning outbreaks and thunder is scared of them in all directions.With any outcome, Hassos had no chance to collect the herd together. The young shepherd was covered by fear.His master was cruel and would not have forgiven this.Instead of appearing before the brutal execution, he chose death in battle, as any of his tribe would do regardless of status and position.Hassos knew that this would be his last act and he felt something good in himself that he had never experienced before.He challenged his owner directly, demanding that he appear before him in a test of life and death.When he heard a challenge, the master burst into laughing throughout the district.His warriors and even several of their servants followed his example, wanting to demonstrate their solidarity with the leader.Hasos stood his ground firmly.If he had to die, then it would be at least worthy. The owner accepted the call, boasting loudly that it would be a funny way to spend time.He drank the horn of El and one more.He joked and played games with his warriors, not paying attention to Hassos, casting caustic jokes to him.By the time the duel began, he was drunk.Stagging, he carelessly took out his sword and trying to concentrate on the enemy, tightly closing one eye.He made a clumsy swing with a sword and casually jumped forward with a highly raised blade. Hasos was not an experienced fighter, but he was always fast and vague.Before the leader was able to restore balance, an ax was already stuck in his neck.For some time he stood in misunderstanding before he fell dead.From afar observed Brutus, the leader of the tribes Grimil.He considered that this slave had potential.With the correct preparation and how to use its growth in battle, it will become a useful war for the tribe.It will become something much more than a simple shepherd. "Your fate is not yours until you take possession of it."