the flame reawoken
iv
Silence filled the night. The stars shone from the heavens like glittering diamonds, alone moving at all in the absolute darkness. The dark gates of Bardasir loomed in the distance, perhaps 30 paces away. Ardashir and his men sat, waiting for a sign. It was clear to him now that he had been meant to die on this mission. Why else would no reinforcements have been sent? No one could take Bardasir with 20 men! In spite of this, he had resolved to do so. It wasn't a matter of a ability: Eranshahr had to be free. It had been free for many hundreds of years. It was simply the natural order of things. Ardashir had risen himself to his feet in anger, crushing some loose dirt underneath him. The cold air of the night left his compatriots shivering alongside him. The breeze battered at them, leaving them even further chilled. This did nothing to impact their resolve.
Suddenly, a distant creaking sound could be heard as the gates of Bardasir shifted open. A cloaked figure stood at the doorway, motioning the far-off soldiers inside. They quietly approached the door, and saw underneath the cloak the farmer from earlier that day. He held a dagger concealed in his pocket.
"The people are with you," he whispered. "Attack now, and the Arabs are fast asleep. The people will fall upon them in fury."
"This we shall do then," assented Ardashir.
The screaming of the first soldier killed woke most of the others. Many of the soldiers woke to find angry peasants that had appropriated their own weapons standing above them, and thirsty for their blood. The city, like Aspahan, was soon bathed in blood. The inner citadel was all that remained. Tall and imposing, the soldiers could hold out there indefinitely, and from it harass the town. The people marched on the tower, but the gates had been shut from the inside and were too strong to break. Tossing aside his sword, Ardashir fell to the ground in front of the citadel. The puzzled villagers and soldiers looked on with confusion. Ardashir began to feel the contents of the earth beneath the citadel. It was built on unstable dirt, just like that which he had crushed not too long ago on the outside of the city.
"All of you, get shovels! We will dig underneath the citadel! Any archers among us: keep your arrows tuned to the top of the tower, lest they harass us as we dig them out," roared Ardashir.
Soon, 30 men had begun digging under the mighty gate. Ardashir marvelled at the incompetence of the builder, to put such a strong gate aloft such weak soil. Soon, a hole underneath the gate began to form. Digging for another hour, the citizens climbed up into the citadel, to the shock of the Arabs still inside. A rain of swords and arrows flew into the hole, but it was not enough. The rush of the people outside of the hole was like a buildup of seismic energy, as they leapt out and hacked away at the defenders. They raced further and further up the citadel, taking heavy casualties as they went but losing no amount of resolve. A few stayed behind and forced the great gate open, as even more of the town poured into the citadel.
The defenders by now had been driven back to just the top level of the tower, and frantically searched for fiery projectiles to hurl down the rapidly opening hatch to the lower levels. Suddenly, the hatch flew open, as Persians flooded out of it, quickly dispatching the few remaining defenders. They had taken the tower, but at something similar to four times as many losses as at Aspahan. In spite of this, the accomplishment was of a new magnitude. It had been an entire Rashidun army inside Bardasir, and no survivors were left from it. The peril for the besiegers of the tower was not over, however. Having seen movement far above on the tower, and both sides dressed similarly, the archers below had begun firing. The victorious conquerors searched about for a standard to show that they were friendly, and they found one. A ragged Simurgh was found in the cellars of the citadel, and quickly hoisted to the battlements. The archers stopped their barrage as they saw this, and Ardashir moved his way to the edge of the citadel's battlements.
"People of Bardasir! You are free from the invaders at last! Eranshahr yet still lies under the Arab yoke. Join me, rightful Shahanshah, in destroying those who would oppress our lands! We must bring freedom to all the land, and restore the rule of my fathers!" Ardashir exulted.
The people went up in a cheer. As the dawn rose over the city, and the Simurgh gleamed in the early light of the day, the people brought the news of the obliteration of the garrison to the surrounding towns. From every town, eager men came, many of the older ones weeping, as they once again saw a mighty and resurgent Persian army, for the first time in so long. With an army of nearly 3,000 at his back by now, Ardashir left Bardasir triumphant. The Simurgh was quickly made into many copies, which became the official standard of Ardashir's army. While the Arabs still ruled so much of the land, the tide had now turned against them in the entire region. Over the next few days, the garrisons of many towns fled the wrath of the citizens, retreating westward, and often ending up caught by peasant mobs, albeit taking heavy casualties to subdue. Nearly the whole region had fallen to the nascent Ardashid army.
Ormizd heard the news three days later from a messenger.
It was said in his camp that his cry of rage could be heard for miles.
1)- a Simurgh is a mythological bird of Persian origin, similar to a phoenix.
this length better? I could still probably go longer.