Centurion Age

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated 'claim' of a modern cyber-writers 'tied' with an old-Earth mountain-snow 'clan' of ingenuity/magic/valor reflecting a modern fascination with 'race' halo.

A cool picture-rich adaptation of the themes/boldness of the unusual modern film about ancient codes-of-survival, Centurion, which I hope you like,

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My ancestor was a man wandering in the mountains of snow in the ancient era in a time of crossing barbarians and families of Norse/Viking/Euro imagination and fantasy, perhaps ancestors of Cossacks or modern Lithuanians, which is the subject of this tale I'm constructing about my ancestor for a cyber-storywriting exercise, perhaps/hopefully drawing interests from modern intellectuals/educators!

Now, I got the inspiration for this novel-concept from an excellent work by Simon Scarrow and had this idea to re-cast the idea of wandering souls of that age of valor and curiosity invoking images of the 'Centurion' or 'Cossack' 'nature' of the human soul which may be invoked in this modern age of capitalism-race Ego (hmm).

My ancestor, Alas, was perhaps part of some wandering mountain-snow 'clan' in Europe (somewhere), struggling to find the manners/daring to find creative 'intelligence' to endure the challenges of Earth's older tribulations of survival and ingenuity (wow). This was a time of 'invention' in flesh-and-bone (sure).

Of course, that 'Centurion-Age' invocation era of old-Earth wasn't all Romanticism, as you might find depicted in modern social media 'environments' and actually involved much plunder, heart-wrenching bloody murder, and even wandering spirits mired in the Hell of human 'race' Ego (or consciousness itself!). This was the time before our modern civilization-era of Academy Awards and Broadway musicals (ha).

ALAS: "Hark the angels of this snow heavens for contenders of the endurance of this pre-dawn clan of ours of sword/shield might and mind's fantasy, for I'll take our clan, with our beauty in women and magic of younglings, to seek the rage/honors of what will be named the spears-red of this 'earth' of mineral face-and-hand."

Wow, what a man of valor/ingenuity my great snow-mountain ancestor may've been (Alas), this 'prince' of wandering courage/curiosity and a soul of the old-Earth who (likely) marshaled his 'beautiful clan' through the Earth-time of great inventions in dressings and plunder and resilience and heartfelt worry for what the future would hold --- a future we think (now) with a 'distance' with the amenity of cinema/capitalism (wow).

Alas perhaps tracked through the snow and evaded a horrendous savage-clan of plunderers and managed to defeat a nearby mountain-snow clan of 'ravenous' warriors and created his descendancy-rich settlement with his wife (Danica) and children, of whom I'm descended to erect this concept-story for you in this modern age of 21st-Century hospitality/capitalism comforts and consciousness (wow). As I write this 'intro' in the Ice Hotel (Sweden), I begin to 'dream' of the Earth-storywriting 'excellence' tied with that Centurion-Age of marvels and magic, and of the romance/haunting we think of now, as we enjoy the new-Earth splendors of hospitality and rouge.