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A long time ago, when the land of mountains, forests, and meadows was uninhabited and untouched, the Evil Fiend ruled over it. His form was similar to a human, although larger and horned. He had large bat wings at his shoulders. The angry one was jealous of his land and did not want to share it with anyone. As an absolute ruler, he did not allow either shepherds or merchants to stay in these mountains any longer. Once upon a time, a tribe came here from afar, led by a young, strong and wise San. The newcomers liked the wildland. They decided to settle here permanently. They built huts and founded a village on the largest river. The Fiend could not bear the fact that life had blossomed in his previously uninhabited kingdom - he was angry and disturbed the newcomers as much as he could. Where they had cut down trees, he planted new ones, he let wolves into sheep pens, and he drove wild animals into the plots to trample the crops. People started to complain, but San, captivated by the beauty of this land, loved it so much that he decided to persevere and encouraged others not to run away, abandoning their homes and belongings. When the Fiend found out that he couldn't defeat these tough people alone, he created his helpers - the Chads. He conjured up as many of them as there were old trees in the forest. They were strange little people, active, mischievous and cheerful - they harmed people as much as they could. At the Fiend's command, with malicious joy they drove away the cattle grazing in the meadows, danced in the grain, destroying everything that was sown by human hands. They scared children in their cribs, woke up people resting after a hard day's work, poured sand into the soup of housewives, and hid axes from lumberjacks. They were malicious and cunning, and the enumeration of their "deeds" could go on and on. Life for the tribe became even harder. San vowed to defeat the evil forces. One day, when he was working in the forest longer than the strongest lumberjacks, after cutting down an old beech tree, he heard a scream, followed by faint groans and complaints coming from under the heavy trunk. When San leaned over, he noticed the wretched Chad hit by a tree, asking for his life to be spared. Good San freed Chad. Grateful for being saved, the ghost confessed that he and his brothers did not like to do evil, but were forced to do so by the Fiend. Now, when he saw the generosity of people, he decided not only not to harm them, but to help them. He promised that, as the oldest in the family, he would persuade his brothers to do the same. From then on, these little creatures took a liking to people and helped them as much as they could. They watched over and entertained children with their pranks, protected houses, showed the way in the forest, made even the most unhappy people laugh, and chopped wood for the stove. People paid them back with a bowl of milk and a kind word. The idyll did not last long, because the lord of this land - the Evil Fiend - soon found out about the embezzlement of his helpers. He called all the Chads and announced that they would either stick with him or he would annihilate them just as he created them. Terrified Chads ran to San - they wanted to live and did not want to harm people. During a long meeting of the oldest and wisest members of the tribe, the Chads presented a unique method by which the Evil One could be defeated. He can be defeated by the strongest of humans and only at dawn, when the Fiend unfastens his magical wings and, deprived of his magical powers, bathes in the shallowest part of the widest river in this land. Without wings, he cannot perform magic, but he is still superhumanly strong. San considered the Chads' advice and summoned the Fiend to a duel in the morning, when the magic wings were lying on the river bank. The fiend laughed maliciously at the sight of a man with an ax standing in front of him, without even trying to reach for his bat wings, and started fighting. San and Bies fought from dawn to dusk. The man was getting weaker and weaker, and the Fiend didn't seem to feel tired. On the shore, the entire tribe and all the Chads watched the fight. When the Fiend realized that he had found a worthy opponent and was terrified of losing, he tried to grab and attach the magical wings. Then old Chad, repaying the San for saving his life, threw it into the river. At this point, San was fighting with the last of his strength. There was a strange spell in the devil's wings, the river gained all the power of the Fiend. The water suddenly became choppy and cloudy. The fast, foamy current carried away both opponents. San, who did not know how to swim, sank in the raging river, but San, weakened by the fight, did not survive either. When the waters receded the next day, people found two figures locked in a deadly embrace at the bottom of the river. Paying tribute to the courage and bravery of their leader, the settlers named a great river after him. And thus, as he wished, the brave San remained on the land he loved. They called the mountains through which this river flows Bies-Czadami, after their evil ruler and mischievous spirits.