Sweet Revenge 2014-04-15 14:44:21
Gro-Bak woke up.
His mother was standing over him, crying and telling him to get up.
Gro-Bak was 5. He was training as a blacksmith. He would be the best Orcish
blacksmith in Avaria. Maybe even the whole of Stran.
But right now, his mother was in tears, screaming at him.
He got out of bed obediently and followed his mother out of the house.
When he got outside, he didn't like what he saw.
There were strange people running around the village.
Gro-Bak had never seen a human before, and he didn't like what they were doing to the village.
They were running around with swords and spears, killing his friends.
Some of them had torches and were setting fire to houses.
Others were taking people away and putting them in animal carts.
His friends weren't animals.
Just as this thought formed in his head, one of the men with spears saw him and his mother.
"ORCS!!!" He yelled, charging towards them, his spear held high.
Gro-Bak and his mother ran towards the edge of the village as fast as they could, trying to escape the slaughter.
But it was not to be.
Just as they were nearing the edge of the village, on the base of the mountains of athreas, Gro-Bak realized his mother wasn't with him. So he decided to turn around.
He never should have turned around.
As he turned around he saw at first his mothers face.
It was blank, empty, pale
He looked down and saw that the human with the spear had caught up with her and impaled her.
And then left her to die.
Gro-Bak was a terrible mixture of angry, afraid and sad.
So he did the only thing any reasonable person would do in this type of situation.
END OF PROLOGUE
Hi, I'd just like to say that this is my first time writing something like this so any constructive criticism would be great.
I'd really like to finish this story and maybe even expand on this universe, but I would like to know if anyone would like that to happen before I do anything
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