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57 CE

Darius grew up in the shadow of the Ural Mountains, in a nomadic Goth tribe that rarely stayed in the same place from one day to the next. However, no matter how far they might wander on any given cycle of the sun, the view rarely changed enough to even be worth noticing.

There were the mountains, sometimes closer, other times farther away, but always there. There were trees that might move from one day to the next, but there were always trees. The sun might be hidden in the clouds one day, and shine the next, but either way, the sun was still in the sky somewhere.

There was one thing however that did change, and that was the blood. On some days they would go to battle against their enemies, and the men would return to the camp covered in their blood. On other days there would be no battles, and the scenery would be the same as it had always been.

Darius had always preferred the red days.

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