Deep in Gallia Aquitania, the site of modern day Aquitaine, the Auscii tribe was experiencing the Iron Age. More importantly, it was experiencing a long, devastating winter. Their town, Elimberrum, was completely snow and ice covered.
Dumnorix exited his dwelling late that particular winter. His parents had high hopes for him with his name literally meaning king of the world. Dumnorix was a strong warrior. His new iron sword was lighter and longer than his bronze one, and it greatly increased his reach, since he already had longer than average arms.
As a result Dumnorix did not mind fighting wars, but he was particularly tired of fighting that long winter. Hunger was all around. Some of the tribe was considering moving to one of the coasts to get easier access to fish, but Dumnorix loved his tribal grounds. He did not want to leave. Thinking all this while walking to relieve himself, he stumbled over uneven snow, and his knee punctured the snow and packed it down.
Dumnorix didn’t think much of it. The next day he take the same path to relieve himself before it got dark. The day had been warmer, and the sun had lit the hope of spring in many hearts. Dumnorix looked at where he had stumbled the day before. He noticed a piece of grass sticking through the snow. It looked like a sword thrust from the earth up through the snow. From that day forward, Dumnorix would tell the story of the start of spring, and named individual pieces of grass: blades, for they looked like swords poking through the snow. Later, when the Romans conquered the region, they would bring the expression “blade of grass” all around their empire. As a result Dumnorix does not live on as king of the world, but his story is still told everywhere.
About the Creator
Noah Glenn
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