The Orc 2

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Title: The Orc

Author: Athos Ghenson

I was only eighty three when the orcs came. About twelve in aging terms. I remember that I was sitting in the Keg and Anchor, a rather colorful place that was one of my favorite haunts, with my father. He was having ale and I was having cider, and I was happy. We heard someone yell from far away, "They're attacking!" My father was a paladin, so he knew the current situation. From that moment onward my father transformed from a merry elven paladin to a battle hardened warrior. My father and I started heading towards Paladin Isle, but he instructed me to hide in a trash barrel in the park. I obeyed, and from then on I could watch the entire battle from a clear vantage point.

Countless brave men's deaths I witnessed, and countless innocents slaughtered. The orcs did it all. For two days I hid in that barrel. Two days I sat crunched up there, breathing in the foul stench of the dead.

My father eventually fought his way back to me, in the middle of the night of the second day. He was alone, the main battle had moved farther inward towards the city. He cast a gate to our home in the forest outside Trinsic, and I ran in gratefully. I did it fast enough to see my father be stabbed in the back by an orc captain. I was infuriated. When the Orc Captain followed me through the gate I was in a rage the likes of which Brittania has never seen before. I had succesfully thrown myself into what many people call the berserker's rage for the first time. I grabbed a butcher's knife on the table and ran at the orc. I stabbed him again and again and again, even after he was dead. I hung his head on my doorpost to ward off any orcs fleeing from battle.

The orc was very dead. I waited three weeks until after the sounds of battle had died down and then I ventured back into the ruined city. Mangled bodies, orc and human alike, were strewn across the bloody streets. It was a barren desolate wasteland. I helped the few remaining survivors bury the dead, and in the months to come I helped rebuild the city.

They offered me the position of paladin in their ranks but I refused. As soon as I had earned enough gold I took passage in a ship away from the city of nightmares.

To this day I can still throw myself into the rage. To this day I will always remember the orc.