Creaking do the elder's bones,
why time steals strength and wisdom, nobody knows.
Children be needed many to care for these old,
Best have many before you turn an aged crow..
"A son!!", Tunaraz cried as he took up the crying child and showed it to the village. "Behold my son!", the man yelled once more weeping and overjoyed at the same time! "Already strong he is! Behold my blood-kin, my friends!" A crowd of men and women cheered jubulant at the sight of the healthy newborn, but a few shared the tears of the young father indeed. He cupped the child into his broad arms, swirling with knotted tattoes colored in red as they were. He looked down on the child, "I shall call you Uruz, for you have come forth with the strength of an auroch! Be true to your name and bring forth a tide of red as you have spilled and repay the death of your mother with protecting the village when your limbs be full of force as your fathers' own." The child cried ever on that day, but time passed and with it the boy grew strong and tall as the many others of his people, loved dearly by his father.
A few years had passed and Tunaraz, so found himself a new woman to love and she had possessed all the wit and beauty in her own way as did his first, and one day as did the one before her, she blessed the marriage they had by another son for the father of Uruz, but at the day of the birthgiving something strange happened. The child entered the world, silently and the crowd was afraid. The father held this child before them as it lay there quiet and content with itself, he frowned and was bemused, "Your silence unnerves our village my second son! Yet my love you shall have, for you have been tender for your mother and she will hold you to her chest soon. I shall name you Wunjo, for the joy this has given me is without compare!" Then young Uruz only three years old looked upon his smaller brother with curiosity in his eyes, the baby blinked and finally began weeping! "Behold!" , yelled Tunaraz, "The love he shall have for his brother is without doubt, stirred as he is by his presence! May they be always in life together if their father and mother have passed to beyond!" The crowd was relieved and cheered, gladdened.
And so they grew up together in their village, Uruz was strong of limb and unbending was his will when his mind was set to something. He came to grow an oaken beard after only twelve circles of the seasons! People were astounded and assured he had inherited the power of his mother for his eyes shone with the same smouldering lights in them. Wunjo though, was strong, he was tall , but in the matter of the body he could not hope to compare to his brother, yet his mind was swift and his tongue slick and he was closer tuned in with the spirits of the forest. He had often felt jealousy, but never spite. For all their shortcomings and virtues, they loved eachother as if they grew up from the same mother. They learned to care for the animals of the village, helped in the farmlands of Honeyspot. The elders taught them about the stories of great dragons , about their relations with the Beornings and Bardings, the trickery of elves and the mysterious realms of the dwarves and here they fully bloomed out into becoming befitting woodsmen, with a great sense of pride that would not be compromised by threat or compliment. Their lifes had begun.
