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The Master of all Reptilians was the powerful Móhrdai, himself a cross-breed.
His armies – the Aghárians, had tyrannised all living creatures
for as long as they remembered. Feared by all people,
Móhrdai’s lair was in the largest cavern under the mountain.
Móhrdai was raised on human blood,
vicious venoms and magic potions.
His mother Reptilah was a serpent
and his sister Gamóhra – a powerful witch.
One servant in the shape of a crow called Grey
was always on his shoulder, awaiting command.
Evil and cruel, all Móhrdai wanted was darkness and death.
He felt no compassion for human-beings.
His armies killed, robbed and punished
innocent people and creatures across the entire land.
The Hunters and Eagles easily defended themselves
from Móhrdai – the steep and narrow mountain paths
were easily defendable and the Aghárians
could never reach them. The tribes had lived safely for
many centuries, but their people were like prisoners,
always risking their lives when coming down to the valley.
The Wiseman had a grand purpose in trying to unite both tribes.
Together they would grow strong enough to defeat Móhrdai.
The healer often told a tale, according to which, one day
the Moon shall stand before the Sun and throw darkness on the Earth.
In the dark, a baby girl shall be born to the Eagles
and a boy – to the Hunters.
And so, when the time comes, the love between these two children
shall put an end to the enmity and the two tribes united
will overcome the power of the tyrant.
He called this tale The Legend Of The Mountain.
Even Móhrdai himself had heard this legend
and feared the day of such a fateful birth.
Both the Eagles and the Hunters, restless in hope,
waited fervently for the end of his tyranny.
Time passed on and the legend soon proved to be true.
One morning, cold winds froze the dew.
The Moon threw a shadow over the Earth,
and all creatures stood frightened on silent alert.
That same night, in darkness deep, a beautiful girl came to the world.
She was a newborn child of the Eagles
and people remembered the Legend Of The Mountain.
A hopeful horseman rode at once out to the Wiseman,
and soon a galloping rider from the Hunters met him on the same road.
On this fateful night, both knew, that fighting each other wouldn’t do any good.
