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Long before the unification of the tribes, it smashed a bad glory about the Sokol clan.There were not so many of them, but they were all magnificent fighters.Everyone was afraid of the lightning raids of these winged robbers.They attacked quickly and without warning, and neither the rivers nor the mountains that would stop any other could restrain them.It was impossible to hide from their claws anywhere.They subjugated many small tribes, taking with them the most valuable even before the defenders defeated them cooled. Skriat was unlike his brothers.He lacked that military enthusiasm, who distinguished (in his opinion - absorbed) their family.He longed for not military booty, but knowledge.For a curious falcon, any crumb of experience was precious.Stories about the various distant peoples that his clan faced, inspired him, and he often went on campaigns with the soldiers.Due to the unwillingness to fight, he never found respect among the brothers.They constantly scolded a wimp, who was spending time over artifacts and letters of other clans, instead of force to take their belongings.Therefore, Skriat occupied a very low position in the strict hierarchy of his clan.He ate with scraps and dressed in rags, and his yurt was very battered.Despite his position, Skriat had knowledge.He understood that the path that his people walked was led to a disaster.Every month they hated them more and more for the cruelty with which they treated other clans.He understood that sooner or later she would come to them. Then he went to the elder and urged him to direct their people to another, albeit: the path of peace, enlightenment and prosperity.He without long thoughts reported Skriata.He was condemned and taken away by the little that he owned.Everything else was destroyed.Even before the sunset, he flew away.He became an exile, and the only thing that he remained was his name.The rest forgot about him as soon as he disappeared behind the horizon. Years passed, brightened with blood and wars, and now the prediction of Skriat came true.Many enemies that the falcons have made themselves in many years have united.Visiting and thirsting revenge, they tracked the warlike people who caused them so much grief.They were going to not just return the stolen, but to erase the looters from the face of the earth.The attack was ruthless.The earth was dotted with bloodied feathers.The sharp eyes of the birds turned pale and the fire in them went out.Sokolov was surrounded, and hundreds of archers were not allowed to leave those who tried to fly away from the massacre.It seemed that everything was lost when an unknown detachment entered the battle under an unfamiliar banner. The fighters on both sides did not know what to wait.There was a sign on the banner that no one had seen for several decades: the tribes of the tribes of the thunder.Indeed, the detachment consisted of Gromil, who came from almost every clan.Their falcon.They crashed into the ranks of archers, and it became clear on whose side they were.The course of the battle changed quickly, and the nerves of the attackers began to take.They began to retreat and give up.The falcon, which brought the help, shouted the order, and his warriors stopped killing enemies. Three armies froze opposite each other, tired and wounded.It finally came to the unfortunate falcons that their savior was the one whom they had expelled long ago, and confusion appeared on their faces.The world was concluded.The lands and artifacts taken away a long time ago returned to the owners.A new era of understanding and cooperation has begun. "Knowledge will indicate the path"