Momchil's being dragged away from the view of the mountains, down the hill to the Rhodopian village of Trigrad. To him, the architecture style seemed quite old. He feels like he's been there. Wait, he has. Prodan picked up his pace quite a lot to the point that there were sprinting to a nearby house. He slammed the door open. A few people could be seen there. Again, all wearing traditional bulgarian clothing from the 18-19th century. There were around 20 men there, but the ones that stood out a lot were 2 youths. One was blonde , quite pale and had deep blue eyes. The other wore traditional turkish clothes and had chestnut colored hair and grass green eyes. They were talking about something important, but once the door slammed their attention went at the culprit.
- Ah, Prodan, Momchil, you've finally returned. - said the green-eyed man.
- Took you so long. - grinned the blonde.
- What were you even doing up the hill that made you both lose track of time?
- Playing kaval. - answered Prodan.
- Where has the world heard and seen one play the kaval for such a lengthy time?
- Do not ask me foolish questions, Drago. - the voyvode said as he menacingly looked at the blonde, who appeared to have the name "Dragomir" since "Drago" is short for it.
- Fine, I won't. - his lips were still curled up in a smile.
- Anything new? - Asked the unnamed man.
- Momchil was sleeping under a tree, then he woke up completely out of his mind. He couldn't remember me nor himself.
- Pity to hear that. Well, if that's so, shouldn't he rest in Rupite village for a few days? We'll surely handle the investigations without him.
- The hot springs in Rupite are where masters of elements rest. We cannot disturb them, Murat.- sighed Prodan.
Murat. So that was his name? Judging from the name and outfit, the man belonged to a wealthy turkish family. Where do they even want to take Momchil to?
- We'll also need a new place to discuss military strategies. A whole squad of Zaptiyes are sent after us. - Said Murat with a rather worried expression.
- Let's split the detachment for now. 10 people head to Rila, the others go to Pirin. In 3 days we'll return with news, information and plans.
- As you say. - smiled Murat, then turned to the other men who were still talking to each other but at a lower tone now that their leader arrived.
- Voyvode Prodan said we split into two squads of ten and head to Rila and Pirin for 3 days. After that, let's meet again in Bansko. - Murat raised his tone in order for the men to hear him well. Everyone nodded their head in agreement.
- I'll be dividing the squads. - said Prodan. - The people who are heading to Pirin mountain are: Dragomir Mladenov, Dimitur Karaslavov, Boycho Kirilov, Hadji Petko Gyurov, Chavdar Daskalov, Chorbadji Dobri Ivanov, Ganyo the brave, Marko Hristov, Deyan Petkov and myself. The people who will go to the Rila mountain are: Vezir Hasan oğlu Murat , Momchil Deyanov, Ivan Andonov, Yordan Karaivanov, Chorbadji Stefan Atanasov, Hadji Stoyan Georgiev, Micho Maistora, Dimo Nikolov, Todor Nikolov and Branimir Mihaylov. Let us go. -
Hold on. This Murat guy, he's the son of a vezir? Why is he there even? Wouldn't he be on the side of the Sultan if he was a witness to such intolerable behavior? That, he'll find out later. Momchil decided to follow Murat to stay alive for the next 3 days and survive Rila's sheer cold climate.
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Pursuit of Freedom
Historical FictionA young boy is going on a trip to the Rhodope mountains with his family. Unfortunately, the car crashes. He passes away and wakes up in another body. Where is he? What's the time? Who is he?
