troubling times
Oct 21, 2013 21:07:34 GMT -6
Post by Orcleous on Oct 21, 2013 21:07:34 GMT -6
"Life sure is hard", spoke Orcleous as he stared at bare stone walls. Who would have guess only a week after leaving the family farm that he would find himself in prison. Six battles, they said. If he could survive six major battles with Ilia then he would have his freedom, but how was he going to survive six battles. He was an untrained farmer, and to make it worse he had no idea of what was considered a major battle. For all he knew they could make him fight small skirmishes for the rest of his life.
"I probably been better off dead", spoke Orcleous. In truth the young man did not mean it, but the torture of not knowing when or if he actully would be free was eating at him. He missed the days were he simply farmed and worried about whether or not it would rain. Now he has to kill people, or worse the threat of being killed himself. The pressure of the situation was building up inside of the young man. Orcleous wanted freedom, but freedom was denied to him.
Suddenly the door to his cell opened and a familiar voice called out to him. "Hay boy", spoke the voice as its foot lightly tapped the young mans back. "Get up you have work to do."
"A major battle", spoke Orcleous as he turned around with glee. He looked up to see one of the men who dragged him into prison. The man was quite tall, but also slender. His hair was a deep shade of green and his eyes a bloody crimson. This man was Malic and he was Orcleous guard and/or Captain.
"You wish", spoke Malic. "Don't get your hopes up kid. You are going to be with our unite for a long time. Well a long time if you don't die."
A frown once again crossed the young man's face as he stared up at Malic. He did not like Malic, and it was not because Malic was the man who brought him in. It was because of the cold and slighty malicious nature the man had. It always unnerved him and made him think of his days in freedom.
"So then", spoke Orcleous. "Why have you come then?"
"Practice", spoke the man as he threw a wooden weapon on the boy. "Come on Orc, we don't have all day."
"Orc", spoke Orcleous puzzled by the man’s words.
"Orcleous, Orc, it is what we call you", spoke Malic. "We don't want to say Orcleous so we call you Orc. Now come on Brat!. I ain't got all day. Should have just killed you and been done with it."
"That makes two of us", spoke Orcleous as he rolled off the ground and followed Malic.
"I probably been better off dead", spoke Orcleous. In truth the young man did not mean it, but the torture of not knowing when or if he actully would be free was eating at him. He missed the days were he simply farmed and worried about whether or not it would rain. Now he has to kill people, or worse the threat of being killed himself. The pressure of the situation was building up inside of the young man. Orcleous wanted freedom, but freedom was denied to him.
Suddenly the door to his cell opened and a familiar voice called out to him. "Hay boy", spoke the voice as its foot lightly tapped the young mans back. "Get up you have work to do."
"A major battle", spoke Orcleous as he turned around with glee. He looked up to see one of the men who dragged him into prison. The man was quite tall, but also slender. His hair was a deep shade of green and his eyes a bloody crimson. This man was Malic and he was Orcleous guard and/or Captain.
"You wish", spoke Malic. "Don't get your hopes up kid. You are going to be with our unite for a long time. Well a long time if you don't die."
A frown once again crossed the young man's face as he stared up at Malic. He did not like Malic, and it was not because Malic was the man who brought him in. It was because of the cold and slighty malicious nature the man had. It always unnerved him and made him think of his days in freedom.
"So then", spoke Orcleous. "Why have you come then?"
"Practice", spoke the man as he threw a wooden weapon on the boy. "Come on Orc, we don't have all day."
"Orc", spoke Orcleous puzzled by the man’s words.
"Orcleous, Orc, it is what we call you", spoke Malic. "We don't want to say Orcleous so we call you Orc. Now come on Brat!. I ain't got all day. Should have just killed you and been done with it."
"That makes two of us", spoke Orcleous as he rolled off the ground and followed Malic.