Zobiana

A Brief Biography ~ Part 2 (Kosaky)

The years came and went with the Dragoons, the dark years of pain, wounds in men, women, and children, those of the flesh I treated. Those of the mind clouded both my mind and that of those around me as war became a life, the life of killing. Then it came about one day, that Maks had been taken prisoner and returned paroled to leave this war. He took those who wished with him to his old home in Royal Prussia.

We changed our lives, war for peace, business for marriage, a wagon for an old country manor. Well actually, I kept my vardo for trips into the forest to learn from new folk to me, but and ancient folk. Peace came; the village became my village and my family. We grew into a comfortable state of life and love. It was strange to see old warriors, whom I had seen kill, dismember, and torture turn their scared hands to planting, mending, and even playing with children.

Then came that small girl and her lost child, the real world came to hunt us down in an attempt to destroy all that we had made of this last valley of peace. War came again, internal and vicious. There was no choice for Maks and I, we had to try to save what we had saved from the world. So it is that we have taken to wagons again and moved south to the land so near that which I had fought to escape.

We have moved to the steppe to find freedom for our people and help find freedom for a whole country, or at least that is what the men say we are fighting for. I only hope that there can be happiness found in search of freedom. Hope, in a hopeless war, but most of all peace in rebellion of mind and body…