Growing up hun

being a young hun isn't always easy.

When I was three years old, I learned to ride a small sheep. at four I had to learn to throw a spear. At five I had to learn the "patty cake" song in hunnish, Scythian, Persian, Greek, Latin and four Gothic languages.

But all that was easy compared with coping with the nomadic lifestyle.

I got a really cool wooden sword for my sixth birthday, which my brother Bleda accidentally threw into a funeral pyre after I called him a silly sloppy mummy's monkey. I loved that sword.

Soon after that I was sent to Rome to learn about the great Empire and it's ways[...]

But before that, I participated in some battles as a Young Warrior, part of my uncle's horde...