Rila was frigid. Even in the spring, it was for sure cold and warm clothes were a must have. The views there were quite picturesque and delightful. Look up and you'll see grand peaks, look down and you'll see grassy plains and shepherds resting under trees while their herds graze. The group departed at noon. Nobody dared speak due to the fact that zaptiyes could be near and if they heard their conversations, the group would meet their doom. Wandering around, they collected herbs in case they felt the need to use them. Momchil stopped. He zoned out a bit. Suddenly, the real Momchil's life flashed in his head. He came from a family which's occupation was healing and taking care of the ill and injured. Momchil knew well how to work with herbs and medicine. Prodan was his childhood friend. They lived in the same town, they went to the same school, they played together. The man in the group - the vezir's son was also his childhood friend. The voyvode of the detachment - Prodan, had a rough childhood. He had to witness the murder of his own family and the abduction of his little brother Strahil. While he was still very young, he learned how to play the wooden instrument kaval. It was the only way for him to earn money to survive. Going into the mountains at the young age of 14, Prodan met a middle aged voyvode who accepted him into his detachment, although the boy was young. He taught him how to fight- how to load a gun, how to use a sabya, how to get away from zaptiyes and last but not the least - how to survive in the real world. His detachment on the other hand wasn't very fond of him. They always made him clean, they always mocked him and looked down on him. Young Prodan did not give up after all the sour treatment his life gave him. The voyvode died of an illness and let Prodan inherit him. The detachment of people his age weren't very happy with that and all ran away. From there on the youth started looking for volunteers to join him. The first two people to join were his closest pals - Murat and Momchil. Momchil suddenly felt like he was born in this timeline, even though he was not. Murat suddenly shook him
- Hey, you're zoning out. Is everything okay? - said the turk with a rather worried expression.
- I'm fine. - answered Momchil. He still did not know how he'd ended up time traveling. Not long after their short chit-chat they found a cave. It was going to get dark soon and they had to chop down some trees for firewood. Some were exploring the cave. One of those people was our clueless Momchil. The cave was dark and way colder than the outside. Missing the reach of the welkin and the warm embrace of the golden sun made the space frigid. As Momchil explored deeper in the cave, he spot a light icy glow on a rock. He decided to investigate and walked further near the unknown object. Lying on the rock was a necklace with a light blue gem - dumortierite quartz. He grabbed it and put it on his neck. It felt like a lightning had stuck him and the strong electricity reached every single part of his body. Momchil tried his best to hide it in his shirt. He ran back to the crowd of people. They have already lit up a bonfire. Conversations were held while they cooked food. Momchil sat down and grabbed a piece of bread and a bowl of soup. The fragrance of the homemade food and the taste warmed him up. It wasn't enough for him to stop trembling though. After feasting, the group tidied up after themselves and went to sleep while others stood awake to watch out for potential danger. Momchil laid down and hugged his yamurluk, praying it would warm him more than the food did. He watched the playful sparks of the blaze and slowly drifted to sleep with the thought about the great voyvode of the detachment and his childhood friend - Prodan.
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Pursuit of Freedom
Tarihi KurguA 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?
