Little Kourosh stood in the center of the magnificent hall of Anshan, beside the platform and his books. Despite his small stature, his presence filled the hall, drawing the curious gazes of all the Persian elders and Median chiefs. He began to speak in a clear but calm voice that resonated with deep wisdom: "Elders of Persia, today I introduce to you a treasure made not of gold and silver, but of wisdom and knowledge; a treasure that can pave the way for the eternal glory of Persia and immortalize our name in history." Then, with a grace beyond his years and deliberate movements, he took the first book, "The Comprehensive Dictionary of New Persian," and gently showed it to the audience.
He presented the book to the attendees with respect and, with a smile that radiated intelligence and confidence, said, "This is paper, lighter than clay tablets and more durable than parchment. And this is the New Persian script; a script that, with a few signs, accommodates all our words, and anyone can learn it in a few days, not years." He then gestured toward some of the elders' children who had previously participated in his games and had learned some of the new language. Hystaspes, the son of Arsames, and Pharnaces, his other cousin, came forward at his request and read samples of the words with ease and fluency, as if they had been familiar with this language for years.
Looks of astonishment and wonder spread among the Persian elders. Arsames, Kourosh's wise uncle, nodded with admiration and pride, a light of hope for the future of his dynasty shining in his eyes. Rostam, the chief of the Maraphii tribe, known for his pragmatism and military perspective, said in a loud and passionate voice, "If it is this simple, every soldier can read and write commands! This will multiply the order and coordination of the army!" Qobad, the popular leader of the Germanii, also looked at the books with amazement, as if a dream of literacy for the common people of his tribe, who had been deprived of knowledge for years, was sprouting in his mind; a dream that could transform their lives.
But not everyone accepted this innovation so easily. Shayan, from the Ariaramnes branch, with a scornful smile and a look full of envy and distrust, glanced at his son, Azarakhsh. Azarakhsh, who was annoyed by playing with Kourosh and saw him as a rival, whispered reluctantly, "These are childish toys. The sword and bow will build the future of Persia, not paper and script games." Shayan said in a louder and more sarcastic tone, "My king, these might be entertaining for children and keep their minds occupied, but can these delicate papers be used on the battlefield? Will they withstand an enemy's blade? Or will they endure the passage of time in the stone archives of the kingdom?"
Kourosh, without any disturbance to his unparalleled calm, turned towards Shayan. His gaze was piercing and decisive, as if looking into the depths of his soul. "My lord, a battle with the sword conquers the field and sheds blood, but a battle with wisdom conquers the hearts of nations and brings peace. These papers are light and fast. Commands can reach the farthest corners in a single day, and no messenger can distort them. Knowledge is freed from monopoly and becomes available to all. Soldiers can read commands, not just hear them. These tools will increase the efficiency of the army and the kingdom tenfold and will strengthen the foundations of our power."
Khashayar, the shrewd merchant of the Maspii tribe, who was always seeking profit and benefit, listened carefully to Kourosh's words. He thought about the economic aspects of this invention: "If this paper is cheap, we can expand trade, send letters faster, and record transactions with greater accuracy. This could be profitable and bring wealth to our land." Curiosity and enthusiasm appeared in his gaze, as if a spark of gold shone in his eyes. Bagapates, Kourosh's warrior cousin, stared at the ease of the new language and script, as if he understood its potential for training his forces and increasing discipline in the army.
The end of the presentation was met with a silence filled with contemplation and thought. Some Persian elders, like Arsames and Pharnaspes, looked at Kourosh with gazes full of admiration and pride. They saw that beyond a genius child, a true and wise leader was blossoming; a leader who, with wisdom, vision, and innovation, was charting a new path for the glory of Persia. Doubts still remained, but the seeds of wonder and admiration had been planted in the hearts of many; seeds that would one day grow into mighty trees of support and loyalty, strengthening the foundations of Kourosh's thousand-year empire.