Sorry it took so long. O_O And it's a shorter chapter than last time. Enjoy ^^.
Prologue:
?It?s amazing how three simple days could change your entire perspective of life, and how much slower or faster those days would go by depending on how the perspective was changed. My days, they moved fast, probably because I wanted to just hurry up and die already. Seriously, how long does it take a skeleton to come and pick you up in his chariot of death or whatever? See, three days ago life was golden to me, something that I held on to and cherished. But now, it was like being stabbed continuously but never dying. Call me a complaining brat if you wish, but opinions don?t even matter. Three days ago, I had a mother, I had a home, I had reason to live and reasons to grow up so I could save the world from Draenor?s empire. But now, all of that was gone. Reason was absent, my mother, was lying on the floor lifeless somewhere, and growing up, was anything but guaranteed, let alone even having the will to fight by then. A scarred realm it is indeed.?
Ike sat a large boulder along the side of the mountain where camp was set. The camp was a pretty large one, on the side of a mountain. The ridge swirled upward and merged into the peak of the mountain, while the bottom merged with the regular ground, in a large forest that lay on the southern outskirts of the base of the mountains. The night?s wind was strong; his spiky hair that normally stood straight up blew backwards in the breeze. The camp only consisted of 10 people: Ike, his father, two of his closest friends, and six mercenaries who were promised pay after (of course they wouldn?t be paid, considering there was no money after the massacre).
Awakening the thirteen year old from his thoughts, a boy with unkempt but flat hair and a face that showed that he smiled a lot sat down next to Ike and shoved a boar?s head into his stomach.
?Thanks, with the eyes, just how I like it,? Ike said with a large degree of sarcasm, tugging on the boar?s tusk delicately.
?Ya know, they say that the boar?s head is the luckiest part of the boar,? Lathos replied
with a smile.
Lathos was Ike?s closest friend, and out of three people, his only one. He joked to the point of becoming somewhat of a nuisance. Lathos was taller than Ike as well as stronger, but when it came to skill with weapons, Ike surpassed him in all areas besides strength, which wasn?t much of an advantage.
?Where?d you hear that??
?The ?oh so wise? soldiers over there,? Lathos said casually, pointing a thumb towards the drunk soldiers.
Ike nodded sarcastically, ?But of course. Really, are the mercenaries going to do anything??
Lathos shrugged, ?Don?t complain, since we probably won?t pay them and all...?
?Still, shouldn?t they like, be on lookout or som?? Ike?s voice trailed off at the sight of a large, almost blinding flash. Without thinking, he tugged on Lathos?s shirt and the two started walking towards it.
~
Five hours before Ike?s melancholy thoughts rolled out of his head like a depressing poem, Draenor rolled the nails of his fingers across the golden armrest of a chair much taller than he was, with his elbow on the other rest. His hand wrapped around his chin as he looked around the room and then at the orc in front of him, seeming to be thinking of what to say. The orc before him had failed him; failure of any kind was something that was simply unacceptable.
?So... you were able to destroy the village. You were able to bury it in its ashes. But you were not able to retrieve the most important part? Correct?? Draenor questioned, stepping down the stairs in front of the large chair to look the orc in his eye.
The orc gulped. As short as Draenor was compared to him, it did nothing to stop the intimidating chill that came when he was near. The orc finally answered in a shaken voice with sweat dripping down his dark green face with every word, ?No, but??
A scarlet fire raged in Draenor?s widened eyes as a lizard-like arm lunged out at the orc, ?But, what?? His face was terrifying, as were his actions, but his voice still managed to sound calm and melodic, a melody of upcoming death, if you will.
The orc gagged, and spoke in barely understandable gurgles, ?But... we know where they are, if you?d just give me another chance...? he said, struggling to even breathe, much less talk.
Draenor?s grips loosened, ?So, where exactly are they??
?Far to the west, there is a mountain that is surrounded by the very forest that your father once resided in. Not a range... just one large mountain, the scouts said they found them?? he coughed, Draenor?s grip loosened, but the orc?s neck still felt like it was laying under a twenty pound mallet.
Draenor?s grinned and opened his hand, dropping the orc and then turning around in a slow movement, ?Very well, thank you. I should probably let you live then.?
The orc dropped to the ground, and coughed up blood on the ground, ?Thank you master.?
Draenor turned back around quickly as his pupils shrunk, he closed his hand into a fist and something happened, though the orc didn?t know what, he started to cough blood once again.
Draenor looked at him without the slightest degree of sympathy, ?But sadly, failure does not please me. It?s a pity really; you could?ve been a great aspect to my empire. You will die shortly. Oh, and as you?re dying an ever so brutal death, please try to refrain from getting blood on my floor. I do work very hard to keep this place clean.?
Draenor turned on his heel and walked towards the large door and walked back up the steps and sat on his chair, seeming to be reading a book of sorcery. A long day this would be indeed. This was only orc number eleven of the troupe; there were still seven to go. Though he didn?t seem to mind, the faces on the pathetic orcs when they discovered that they were near death made it all worth it.
~
Ike leaned against a tree, crouched and peaking around it to see nearly twenty orcs conversing. The monsters were sitting on fallen over trees and the bottom stubs of trees, trees that they probably destroyed. The orcs were talking in their native tongue?pretty smart for an orc?a language that Ike struggled to understand, and the uncivilized blurs of words that orcs spoke in didn?t help.
The orcs seemed to be having an argument of some kind; one of them slammed a large battle hammer on a log, shattering it to pieces. While the orcs that were sitting on the log stood up and took out small throwing axes.
What had first seemed like a peaceful conversation turned into an all-out fight.
Orcs spat out curses as casually as one would breathe and blades spun through the air like a bird flying in endless circles. Orcs moved in jumbled, goofy steps bumping into each other, another sign that they were probably drunken.
But one orc stood out, but in a strange way. The reason he stood out was because he was the only one not fighting, he wasn?t trying to stop them, but he wasn?t joining either?probably the general of the group. But the worst part is that out of one eye, Ike could see him looking at the tree that he stood behind.
The general stood up, pushing all of the orcs that were in front of him on their faces as he walked towards the tree. In one quick, smooth, and terrifying movement, he cleanly cut through the tree, only inches above Ike?s head.
Rolling from behind the collapsing tree, Ike pulled a scimitar from out of his scabbard, and looked straight at the orc, attempting to seem as intimidating as the orc seemed to him. The commander grabbed Ike by his neck just as Draenor grabbed his kin earlier that day.
The boy could only yelp as the life was squeezed out of him.
Prologue:
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A Scarred Realm
?It?s amazing how three simple days could change your entire perspective of life, and how much slower or faster those days would go by depending on how the perspective was changed. My days, they moved fast, probably because I wanted to just hurry up and die already. Seriously, how long does it take a skeleton to come and pick you up in his chariot of death or whatever? See, three days ago life was golden to me, something that I held on to and cherished. But now, it was like being stabbed continuously but never dying. Call me a complaining brat if you wish, but opinions don?t even matter. Three days ago, I had a mother, I had a home, I had reason to live and reasons to grow up so I could save the world from Draenor?s empire. But now, all of that was gone. Reason was absent, my mother, was lying on the floor lifeless somewhere, and growing up, was anything but guaranteed, let alone even having the will to fight by then. A scarred realm it is indeed.?
Ike sat a large boulder along the side of the mountain where camp was set. The camp was a pretty large one, on the side of a mountain. The ridge swirled upward and merged into the peak of the mountain, while the bottom merged with the regular ground, in a large forest that lay on the southern outskirts of the base of the mountains. The night?s wind was strong; his spiky hair that normally stood straight up blew backwards in the breeze. The camp only consisted of 10 people: Ike, his father, two of his closest friends, and six mercenaries who were promised pay after (of course they wouldn?t be paid, considering there was no money after the massacre).
Awakening the thirteen year old from his thoughts, a boy with unkempt but flat hair and a face that showed that he smiled a lot sat down next to Ike and shoved a boar?s head into his stomach.
?Thanks, with the eyes, just how I like it,? Ike said with a large degree of sarcasm, tugging on the boar?s tusk delicately.
?Ya know, they say that the boar?s head is the luckiest part of the boar,? Lathos replied
with a smile.
Lathos was Ike?s closest friend, and out of three people, his only one. He joked to the point of becoming somewhat of a nuisance. Lathos was taller than Ike as well as stronger, but when it came to skill with weapons, Ike surpassed him in all areas besides strength, which wasn?t much of an advantage.
?Where?d you hear that??
?The ?oh so wise? soldiers over there,? Lathos said casually, pointing a thumb towards the drunk soldiers.
Ike nodded sarcastically, ?But of course. Really, are the mercenaries going to do anything??
Lathos shrugged, ?Don?t complain, since we probably won?t pay them and all...?
?Still, shouldn?t they like, be on lookout or som?? Ike?s voice trailed off at the sight of a large, almost blinding flash. Without thinking, he tugged on Lathos?s shirt and the two started walking towards it.
~
Five hours before Ike?s melancholy thoughts rolled out of his head like a depressing poem, Draenor rolled the nails of his fingers across the golden armrest of a chair much taller than he was, with his elbow on the other rest. His hand wrapped around his chin as he looked around the room and then at the orc in front of him, seeming to be thinking of what to say. The orc before him had failed him; failure of any kind was something that was simply unacceptable.
?So... you were able to destroy the village. You were able to bury it in its ashes. But you were not able to retrieve the most important part? Correct?? Draenor questioned, stepping down the stairs in front of the large chair to look the orc in his eye.
The orc gulped. As short as Draenor was compared to him, it did nothing to stop the intimidating chill that came when he was near. The orc finally answered in a shaken voice with sweat dripping down his dark green face with every word, ?No, but??
A scarlet fire raged in Draenor?s widened eyes as a lizard-like arm lunged out at the orc, ?But, what?? His face was terrifying, as were his actions, but his voice still managed to sound calm and melodic, a melody of upcoming death, if you will.
The orc gagged, and spoke in barely understandable gurgles, ?But... we know where they are, if you?d just give me another chance...? he said, struggling to even breathe, much less talk.
Draenor?s grips loosened, ?So, where exactly are they??
?Far to the west, there is a mountain that is surrounded by the very forest that your father once resided in. Not a range... just one large mountain, the scouts said they found them?? he coughed, Draenor?s grip loosened, but the orc?s neck still felt like it was laying under a twenty pound mallet.
Draenor?s grinned and opened his hand, dropping the orc and then turning around in a slow movement, ?Very well, thank you. I should probably let you live then.?
The orc dropped to the ground, and coughed up blood on the ground, ?Thank you master.?
Draenor turned back around quickly as his pupils shrunk, he closed his hand into a fist and something happened, though the orc didn?t know what, he started to cough blood once again.
Draenor looked at him without the slightest degree of sympathy, ?But sadly, failure does not please me. It?s a pity really; you could?ve been a great aspect to my empire. You will die shortly. Oh, and as you?re dying an ever so brutal death, please try to refrain from getting blood on my floor. I do work very hard to keep this place clean.?
Draenor turned on his heel and walked towards the large door and walked back up the steps and sat on his chair, seeming to be reading a book of sorcery. A long day this would be indeed. This was only orc number eleven of the troupe; there were still seven to go. Though he didn?t seem to mind, the faces on the pathetic orcs when they discovered that they were near death made it all worth it.
~
Ike leaned against a tree, crouched and peaking around it to see nearly twenty orcs conversing. The monsters were sitting on fallen over trees and the bottom stubs of trees, trees that they probably destroyed. The orcs were talking in their native tongue?pretty smart for an orc?a language that Ike struggled to understand, and the uncivilized blurs of words that orcs spoke in didn?t help.
The orcs seemed to be having an argument of some kind; one of them slammed a large battle hammer on a log, shattering it to pieces. While the orcs that were sitting on the log stood up and took out small throwing axes.
What had first seemed like a peaceful conversation turned into an all-out fight.
Orcs spat out curses as casually as one would breathe and blades spun through the air like a bird flying in endless circles. Orcs moved in jumbled, goofy steps bumping into each other, another sign that they were probably drunken.
But one orc stood out, but in a strange way. The reason he stood out was because he was the only one not fighting, he wasn?t trying to stop them, but he wasn?t joining either?probably the general of the group. But the worst part is that out of one eye, Ike could see him looking at the tree that he stood behind.
The general stood up, pushing all of the orcs that were in front of him on their faces as he walked towards the tree. In one quick, smooth, and terrifying movement, he cleanly cut through the tree, only inches above Ike?s head.
Rolling from behind the collapsing tree, Ike pulled a scimitar from out of his scabbard, and looked straight at the orc, attempting to seem as intimidating as the orc seemed to him. The commander grabbed Ike by his neck just as Draenor grabbed his kin earlier that day.
The boy could only yelp as the life was squeezed out of him.
