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[Fanfic] Belaya Rus’: A Late Autumn Day in 1362
Title: Belaya Rus’: A Late Autumn Day in 1362
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nike2422
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Young!Belarus, Teen!Lithuania, Ukraine
Warnings: Graphic battle scene.
Summary: As the Golden Horde steadily declines, Lithuania’s territory grows. Also, family reunions are sweet.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Older Stuff
The satisfying snap of bone under his sword followed by the enemy soldier’s scream of agony made Lithuania smile with grim satisfaction as he rode his horse through the battlefield, hacking his way through the enemy until he saw one last horseman riding toward him. The fighting had reached near the end as more wounded hobbled away from the battlefield than remained to fight. The mortally wounded and dead lay scattered on the muddy ground covered with blood seeping into the soggy dirt; only their frozen breath rising up from the mud indicated they were still alive. The screams and shouts of those fighting around Lithuania grew dim as he focused on the other rider. Spurring his horse forward he charged toward him. The enemy horseman roared and charged forward in response; Lithuania braced himself for the impact and urged his horse to run faster. When he hit him with all the force he could rally into his aching sword arm, he heard the man let out a loud grunt and then watched him slide off his horse onto the cold, bloody ground. With some effort the horseman struggled to his feet, screaming at Lithuania to come again and meet him; his arm hung limp at his side as he gripped his sword with the opposite hand. The young nation was more than willing to oblige him, and swung his horse around for another attack. Lithuania’s second blow made the horseman crumple to his knees and fall forward into the mud; sightless eyes stared at nothing. Before the horseman had made it down completely, Lithuania heard cheers go up from the men on the field as they watched the remnants of the enemy that could still move do so; retreating as quickly as possible.
Lithuania watched them run, cheering with the others and holding his sword in the air. As he watched the army rally around Algirdas, Lithuania felt relief that the battle was over. Fighting was part of being a nation, but he much preferred the peaceful times when he could stay home. He rode his horse off the battlefield to firmer, dryer ground before dismounting wearily and looking across the aftermath. Once his boots hit the ground, he began to feel wobbly from the adrenaline rush ebbing away from his weary body. Smells that he hadn’t noticed being too busy with the fighting now filled his mouth and nose – blood, mud, sweat, and a new smell he was getting used to - gunpowder. Lithuania closed his eyes and leaned wearily against his exhausted horse, who nickered at him about his own fatigue, and silently thanked Karorius for his victory. In the distance he could see wounded being helped off the battlefield and the men around the Grand Duke walking with him, still cheering. Lithuania picked up his sword that he had used to hold his weary body up, sheathed it, then walked, leading his horse and followed the others back to camp. It was time to get out of his mud and blood splattered armor and rest.
The next morning after a few hours of rest, Lithuania rode south to where the Dnieper emptied into the Black Sea. The celebrating was still going on for a few back at the camp, the rest had passed out where they sat or stood. He had carefully picked his way over the sleeping piles of soldiers, saddles his horse and rode south following the Southern Bug until it connected to the Dnieper. From there he continued riding until the smell of salt water in the air pulled him to the mouth of the great river that flowed into the Black Sea. A thin strip of land obscured his view of the sea completely, but on the horizon with the late autumn sun glinting on it he could see the water. Once he made it to the beach, he dismounted and walked his horse closer to the coast, taking in the scenery around him. Birds flew overhead and off in the distance there looked to be a few fishermen bringing a boat in after an early morning fishing trip.
And it was his. Lithuania’s country now stretched from the Baltic to the Black Sea; he was the largest nation in Europe. At that moment he felt very strong and confident in his abilities. The Golden Horde was weakening and losing influence in the area, which made opportunities like the fertile lands he now stood on such an incredible prize. Lithuania already looked to the future and dreamed of the lands to the east still under the influence of the Tatars and Mongols. Perhaps if the Gods were on his side, he would acquire those lands in time and add them to his growing nation. With a final, satisfied look over the horizon and waves lapping on the coast, he mounted his horse and rode back to camp. Today they would strike their tents and march back to Kiev to pick up Bela’s Christmas present. Lithuania smiled as he imagined the look on her face when she saw his gift to her. He couldn’t think of anything that would make her happier.
~*~*~*~
Belarus’s nimble fingers worked quickly to plait another set of straws into the solar disk she was making for Kalyady. Sitting on a shelf was the large goat head she had also made out of straw. She felt rushed not only because of the approaching holiday, but also because she wanted everything ready before Litva came home from fighting in her sister’s land. Before he had left for the battle, she asked him if he were able to give Ukraine a message. She hoped her older sister was well and hadn’t suffered too much from being a vassal under the Golden Horde. Belarus frowned when she thought of her sister under the control of the Tatars … thank goodness there was so much infighting and struggle within that horrible empire now they were having problems holding on to their power. Maybe it meant her sister would be free of them once and for all. “If anyone can rescue my big sister, Litva can.” She said out loud, looking at the straw goat head. “I’ve never known anyone as brave as him.” She added, with a nod of her head.
Belarus finished the solar disk, setting it next to the goat’s head before sliding off her chair and wandering to the window to look outside at the snow-covered courtyard in front of the house. In the distance she noticed two horseman wearing Litva’s colors riding toward the house. Her heart raced as she grabbed her wrap from the peg next to the kitchen door and ran outside to meet them. They arrived with good news; Litva was on his way home, and would be there in time for supper! Belarus joyfully ran back into the house and began making a nice supper to warm him after traveling through the cold to get home.
As promised he arrived home that evening, weary and very happy to see his house lit and looking warm. The door flew open and Belarus flew out to meet him. “Litva! You’re home! I heard you won the battle!” Belarus shouted as she ran up to welcome him back.
Lithuania laughed as he dismounted and hugged Belarus tight, lifting her and swinging her around before setting her back down. “Bela! Yes, I’m back! It’s so good to see you! You’re prettier than ever, and you’ve grown since I was away; I can see you need a new dress!” He blushed and smiled when the girl gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Belarus also blushed at the compliments. “Silly Litva, now come inside and get warm … Oh, were you able to get a message to my sister? Did you see her?” She asked, reaching for his hand to pull him inside.
“I did see her Bela, in fact … I have your Christmas present here for you early.” Lithuania smiled at her when she saw her face light up with curiosity.
“It’s too early for presents Litva … “ Belarus laughed, her voice trailing off when she saw a cloaked figure walking toward them past the other riders and soldiers who had arrived with Lithuania. The girl looked up at Lithuania, “Who …” Her eyes growing huge when the mysterious woman pulled down her hood and smiled at her.
“Bela!” Ukraine cried out, her eyes filling with tears. She ran forward in the snow with her arms out for her.
Belarus’s mouth dropped open in shock, then her face lit up with joy at seeing her older sister after such a long time. “Big Sister!” She shouted, running toward her and wrapping her arms around her waist in a big hug. Ukraine’s arms enveloped her and Belarus felt her eyes fill with tears too. “I’ve missed you so much!”
“Bela, my baby sister!” Ukraine sobbed, pulling her closer. ““Look how you’ve grown! What a pretty girl you’ve become!”
“And you’re as beautiful as ever!” Belarus found her face wet with tears. “Were you treated very badly? Did they hurt you?” She asked, looking up at her.
“It’s over now, now I’m here with you.” She hugged Belarus close again.
Lithuania watched the happy reunion, smiling with satisfaction that he had finally kept his promise to Bela. “Your sister is going to live in my house now Bela.”
“She is?!” Bela looked at Lithuania, then at her sister.
Ukraine nodded her head. “Yes, at least for now.” She looked Lithuania.
Belarus looked between them and exclaimed. “Lets get out of the cold and go indoors! I have a lovely supper ready for us!” She grabbed both Ukraine and Lithuania’s hands and pulled them toward the house.
~*~*~*~
Lithuania stood inside the doorway of Bela’s bedroom listening to her recite her prayers with Ukraine. Once finished, she ran over and gave him a kiss on the cheek goodnight, then a peck to her sister with a big hug before climbing into bed. Lithuania smiled warmly at her. “Good night Bela.”
Bela looked at him. “Good night Litva, thank you for the best present ever.”
“You’re very welcome.” He replied, and then stepped into the hall to wait for Ukraine.
When she finished saying goodnight to Belarus and left her room, she found Lithuania in the large room where they had eaten supper. He stood in front of the fireplace watching the flames. “Thank you for taking such good care of her. I admit I worried about her when I found out she was living with a heathen.”
Lithuania looked at Ukraine and his smile faded. He heard that word more often lately. “Her faith was never an issue with me. It will be the same for you.”
“… I also see how you look at her. There’s more than parental affection there, isn’t there?”
Lithuania looked into the fire, “You haven’t been here very long, and you’ve already noticed quite a bit.”
“I only say something because I think you should know bringing me here to live in your house hasn’t gone unnoticed. Bela and I have other family.”
“I’m well-acquainted with your cousin, Poland.” Lithuania replied.
“I’m not talking about him.” Ukraine answered her eyes were becoming wet again. “Bela and I have another sibling.”
Lithuania looked at her closely, wondering what would make her so emotional. “I think I know who you mean.” His eyes went back to the fire.
Ukraine wiped her eyes with her handkerchief, “I hope you do.”
“Compared to what you’ve lived through, I think you will find me to be a fair boss.” Lithuania smiled, hoping it would help her mood.
“I can tell from seeing Bela that you are. That’s not what concerns me. Good night.” Ukraine smiled, but her lips trembled. “And thank you.” She hurried from the room before she finished speaking, wiping her eyes again. Lithuania couldn’t shake the feeling as he watched her leave that things were about to get more complicated for him soon. He sat and watched the fire for a while longer before going to sleep.
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Author’s note: This chapter took forever due to doing lots of research and not finding much at all on the battle where Lithuania won Ukraine from the Tatars in 1362 – 1363. The Battle of Blue Waters took place some time between the end of September and December 25, 1362, expanded the Grand Duchy of Lithuania to the Black Sea and included the city of Kiev, which became another important center for Lithuania. The Grand Duchy was bordered by two seas, but also became a direct neighbor of the Grand Duchy of Moscow, which meant Lithuania also had a new rival to it’s expanding influence.
Karorius – Lithuanian God of war and warhorses.
Kalyady – A Belarusian holiday that spans the period between December 25th and January 7.
Author:
nike2422Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Young!Belarus, Teen!Lithuania, Ukraine
Warnings: Graphic battle scene.
Summary: As the Golden Horde steadily declines, Lithuania’s territory grows. Also, family reunions are sweet.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Older Stuff
The satisfying snap of bone under his sword followed by the enemy soldier’s scream of agony made Lithuania smile with grim satisfaction as he rode his horse through the battlefield, hacking his way through the enemy until he saw one last horseman riding toward him. The fighting had reached near the end as more wounded hobbled away from the battlefield than remained to fight. The mortally wounded and dead lay scattered on the muddy ground covered with blood seeping into the soggy dirt; only their frozen breath rising up from the mud indicated they were still alive. The screams and shouts of those fighting around Lithuania grew dim as he focused on the other rider. Spurring his horse forward he charged toward him. The enemy horseman roared and charged forward in response; Lithuania braced himself for the impact and urged his horse to run faster. When he hit him with all the force he could rally into his aching sword arm, he heard the man let out a loud grunt and then watched him slide off his horse onto the cold, bloody ground. With some effort the horseman struggled to his feet, screaming at Lithuania to come again and meet him; his arm hung limp at his side as he gripped his sword with the opposite hand. The young nation was more than willing to oblige him, and swung his horse around for another attack. Lithuania’s second blow made the horseman crumple to his knees and fall forward into the mud; sightless eyes stared at nothing. Before the horseman had made it down completely, Lithuania heard cheers go up from the men on the field as they watched the remnants of the enemy that could still move do so; retreating as quickly as possible.
Lithuania watched them run, cheering with the others and holding his sword in the air. As he watched the army rally around Algirdas, Lithuania felt relief that the battle was over. Fighting was part of being a nation, but he much preferred the peaceful times when he could stay home. He rode his horse off the battlefield to firmer, dryer ground before dismounting wearily and looking across the aftermath. Once his boots hit the ground, he began to feel wobbly from the adrenaline rush ebbing away from his weary body. Smells that he hadn’t noticed being too busy with the fighting now filled his mouth and nose – blood, mud, sweat, and a new smell he was getting used to - gunpowder. Lithuania closed his eyes and leaned wearily against his exhausted horse, who nickered at him about his own fatigue, and silently thanked Karorius for his victory. In the distance he could see wounded being helped off the battlefield and the men around the Grand Duke walking with him, still cheering. Lithuania picked up his sword that he had used to hold his weary body up, sheathed it, then walked, leading his horse and followed the others back to camp. It was time to get out of his mud and blood splattered armor and rest.
The next morning after a few hours of rest, Lithuania rode south to where the Dnieper emptied into the Black Sea. The celebrating was still going on for a few back at the camp, the rest had passed out where they sat or stood. He had carefully picked his way over the sleeping piles of soldiers, saddles his horse and rode south following the Southern Bug until it connected to the Dnieper. From there he continued riding until the smell of salt water in the air pulled him to the mouth of the great river that flowed into the Black Sea. A thin strip of land obscured his view of the sea completely, but on the horizon with the late autumn sun glinting on it he could see the water. Once he made it to the beach, he dismounted and walked his horse closer to the coast, taking in the scenery around him. Birds flew overhead and off in the distance there looked to be a few fishermen bringing a boat in after an early morning fishing trip.
And it was his. Lithuania’s country now stretched from the Baltic to the Black Sea; he was the largest nation in Europe. At that moment he felt very strong and confident in his abilities. The Golden Horde was weakening and losing influence in the area, which made opportunities like the fertile lands he now stood on such an incredible prize. Lithuania already looked to the future and dreamed of the lands to the east still under the influence of the Tatars and Mongols. Perhaps if the Gods were on his side, he would acquire those lands in time and add them to his growing nation. With a final, satisfied look over the horizon and waves lapping on the coast, he mounted his horse and rode back to camp. Today they would strike their tents and march back to Kiev to pick up Bela’s Christmas present. Lithuania smiled as he imagined the look on her face when she saw his gift to her. He couldn’t think of anything that would make her happier.
~*~*~*~
Belarus’s nimble fingers worked quickly to plait another set of straws into the solar disk she was making for Kalyady. Sitting on a shelf was the large goat head she had also made out of straw. She felt rushed not only because of the approaching holiday, but also because she wanted everything ready before Litva came home from fighting in her sister’s land. Before he had left for the battle, she asked him if he were able to give Ukraine a message. She hoped her older sister was well and hadn’t suffered too much from being a vassal under the Golden Horde. Belarus frowned when she thought of her sister under the control of the Tatars … thank goodness there was so much infighting and struggle within that horrible empire now they were having problems holding on to their power. Maybe it meant her sister would be free of them once and for all. “If anyone can rescue my big sister, Litva can.” She said out loud, looking at the straw goat head. “I’ve never known anyone as brave as him.” She added, with a nod of her head.
Belarus finished the solar disk, setting it next to the goat’s head before sliding off her chair and wandering to the window to look outside at the snow-covered courtyard in front of the house. In the distance she noticed two horseman wearing Litva’s colors riding toward the house. Her heart raced as she grabbed her wrap from the peg next to the kitchen door and ran outside to meet them. They arrived with good news; Litva was on his way home, and would be there in time for supper! Belarus joyfully ran back into the house and began making a nice supper to warm him after traveling through the cold to get home.
As promised he arrived home that evening, weary and very happy to see his house lit and looking warm. The door flew open and Belarus flew out to meet him. “Litva! You’re home! I heard you won the battle!” Belarus shouted as she ran up to welcome him back.
Lithuania laughed as he dismounted and hugged Belarus tight, lifting her and swinging her around before setting her back down. “Bela! Yes, I’m back! It’s so good to see you! You’re prettier than ever, and you’ve grown since I was away; I can see you need a new dress!” He blushed and smiled when the girl gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Belarus also blushed at the compliments. “Silly Litva, now come inside and get warm … Oh, were you able to get a message to my sister? Did you see her?” She asked, reaching for his hand to pull him inside.
“I did see her Bela, in fact … I have your Christmas present here for you early.” Lithuania smiled at her when she saw her face light up with curiosity.
“It’s too early for presents Litva … “ Belarus laughed, her voice trailing off when she saw a cloaked figure walking toward them past the other riders and soldiers who had arrived with Lithuania. The girl looked up at Lithuania, “Who …” Her eyes growing huge when the mysterious woman pulled down her hood and smiled at her.
“Bela!” Ukraine cried out, her eyes filling with tears. She ran forward in the snow with her arms out for her.
Belarus’s mouth dropped open in shock, then her face lit up with joy at seeing her older sister after such a long time. “Big Sister!” She shouted, running toward her and wrapping her arms around her waist in a big hug. Ukraine’s arms enveloped her and Belarus felt her eyes fill with tears too. “I’ve missed you so much!”
“Bela, my baby sister!” Ukraine sobbed, pulling her closer. ““Look how you’ve grown! What a pretty girl you’ve become!”
“And you’re as beautiful as ever!” Belarus found her face wet with tears. “Were you treated very badly? Did they hurt you?” She asked, looking up at her.
“It’s over now, now I’m here with you.” She hugged Belarus close again.
Lithuania watched the happy reunion, smiling with satisfaction that he had finally kept his promise to Bela. “Your sister is going to live in my house now Bela.”
“She is?!” Bela looked at Lithuania, then at her sister.
Ukraine nodded her head. “Yes, at least for now.” She looked Lithuania.
Belarus looked between them and exclaimed. “Lets get out of the cold and go indoors! I have a lovely supper ready for us!” She grabbed both Ukraine and Lithuania’s hands and pulled them toward the house.
~*~*~*~
Lithuania stood inside the doorway of Bela’s bedroom listening to her recite her prayers with Ukraine. Once finished, she ran over and gave him a kiss on the cheek goodnight, then a peck to her sister with a big hug before climbing into bed. Lithuania smiled warmly at her. “Good night Bela.”
Bela looked at him. “Good night Litva, thank you for the best present ever.”
“You’re very welcome.” He replied, and then stepped into the hall to wait for Ukraine.
When she finished saying goodnight to Belarus and left her room, she found Lithuania in the large room where they had eaten supper. He stood in front of the fireplace watching the flames. “Thank you for taking such good care of her. I admit I worried about her when I found out she was living with a heathen.”
Lithuania looked at Ukraine and his smile faded. He heard that word more often lately. “Her faith was never an issue with me. It will be the same for you.”
“… I also see how you look at her. There’s more than parental affection there, isn’t there?”
Lithuania looked into the fire, “You haven’t been here very long, and you’ve already noticed quite a bit.”
“I only say something because I think you should know bringing me here to live in your house hasn’t gone unnoticed. Bela and I have other family.”
“I’m well-acquainted with your cousin, Poland.” Lithuania replied.
“I’m not talking about him.” Ukraine answered her eyes were becoming wet again. “Bela and I have another sibling.”
Lithuania looked at her closely, wondering what would make her so emotional. “I think I know who you mean.” His eyes went back to the fire.
Ukraine wiped her eyes with her handkerchief, “I hope you do.”
“Compared to what you’ve lived through, I think you will find me to be a fair boss.” Lithuania smiled, hoping it would help her mood.
“I can tell from seeing Bela that you are. That’s not what concerns me. Good night.” Ukraine smiled, but her lips trembled. “And thank you.” She hurried from the room before she finished speaking, wiping her eyes again. Lithuania couldn’t shake the feeling as he watched her leave that things were about to get more complicated for him soon. He sat and watched the fire for a while longer before going to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Author’s note: This chapter took forever due to doing lots of research and not finding much at all on the battle where Lithuania won Ukraine from the Tatars in 1362 – 1363. The Battle of Blue Waters took place some time between the end of September and December 25, 1362, expanded the Grand Duchy of Lithuania to the Black Sea and included the city of Kiev, which became another important center for Lithuania. The Grand Duchy was bordered by two seas, but also became a direct neighbor of the Grand Duchy of Moscow, which meant Lithuania also had a new rival to it’s expanding influence.
Karorius – Lithuanian God of war and warhorses.
Kalyady – A Belarusian holiday that spans the period between December 25th and January 7.
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Thanks making Liet damm hot in the battle!!! (>_<)
I can't wait for the next chapter...
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But anyways, I like how you describe things, so epic.
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Thank you, I have fun writing it.