In the great open lands of Central Asia there lived a nomadic tribe. This tribe herded live stock and were excellent blacksmiths and horsemen. After terrible wars with the Chinese and Mongols they seeked new land. There, right in the middle of Altai Mountains they found a peaceful valley.
1000s of years passed. The tribe grew in numbers and the day came when they could not fit in the valley. The head of the tribe sent horsemen in four directions to find a way out. But since nobody had ventured out in all these years, they could not find any an opening.
Time passed and the valley could not provide the people. Just as all hope was lost one horseman, still loking for a way out, found a grey wolf was following him. He was frightened but the wolf did not do anything harmful. The horseman came back to the tribe and told everthing to the khan.
The khan saw the grey wolf, and understood that he was leading the way. So he ordered the whole tribe to start following the wolf. They did and eventually the wolf took them between two mountains. However the pass was blocked by a massive iron block.
So the people built a fire that the earth has never seen or will ever see. The flames reached the tops of the mountains and slowly started to melt the iron away. When the fire died they were overjoyed to see the mountain pass open.
The tribe divided into four. One headed North, one headed South, one headed East and one headed West. An that, my firends, is the story of Turks...
1000s of years passed. The tribe grew in numbers and the day came when they could not fit in the valley. The head of the tribe sent horsemen in four directions to find a way out. But since nobody had ventured out in all these years, they could not find any an opening.
Time passed and the valley could not provide the people. Just as all hope was lost one horseman, still loking for a way out, found a grey wolf was following him. He was frightened but the wolf did not do anything harmful. The horseman came back to the tribe and told everthing to the khan.
The khan saw the grey wolf, and understood that he was leading the way. So he ordered the whole tribe to start following the wolf. They did and eventually the wolf took them between two mountains. However the pass was blocked by a massive iron block.
So the people built a fire that the earth has never seen or will ever see. The flames reached the tops of the mountains and slowly started to melt the iron away. When the fire died they were overjoyed to see the mountain pass open.
The tribe divided into four. One headed North, one headed South, one headed East and one headed West. An that, my firends, is the story of Turks...