Chapter 1
It was an ordinary day in my small village, everyone going about their duties, children running around giggling, women going about their assigned tasks like sweeping, taking the clothes to the river to was them, and preparing the food the hunters killed, and last but not least the men, they do the hard labour, hunting, building, and carry the heavy buckets filled with water to the drinking well in the village as well as training.
I was with a few other women at the river chatting while cleaning clothes in the river, a bit away from the village in a more forestry area. “Cora, when are you going to find someone to marry!” One of the women, Sally exclaims earning a quick glare from me and Sally catches my glare and giggles, scrubbing a shirt in the river. “Your one to talk, you’re not married either!”. A few of the other women around giggle as this was a common topic among our small group. Just as sally was about to retort screams echoed from our village, we all stopped what we were doing, exchanged worried looks before dropping the clothes and running back to the village as the warning horns were blown.
I arrived at the village first being the fastest runner in our group stopping dead in my tracks, I hear gasps behind me, the others must have caught up. The village was on fire, I looked for the cause of the fire when orcs riding horses ran
through our village some with torches, others jumping off their horses attacking the innocent people with their heavy weapons.
I froze, I couldn’t move, my body wouldn’t move! Finally I snapped out of it barely missing the axe flying at me, I grabbed whoever I could find and lead them to a house lifting some cloth revealing a wooden trapdoor and opening it, pushing everyone in and closing the door and hiding it with the hay covering the floor. I run outside nearing getting taken out by an orc on a horse riding by, I ran through the village when I was suddenly attacked by an orc, and I avoid the sharp sword trying to cut me in half but not without it catching me side leaving a deep gash, I cried out in pain clutching the wound and hiding behind a few stacks of hay.
Another horn blew, not from any human, from the orc leader of the raid, all the orcs pausing, I hear shouting from the leader, but I can’t understand what he’s saying as he was speaking in orcish, but I can hear his deep, confident voice, what! No! why am I thinking about that right now!
I am suddenly pulled out of my thoughts when I feel rough hands grab me(too tightly like ouch) an orc about 7feet tall which is consisted small for an orc pulling me from my hiding spot holding me up like I was a feather and shouting in orcish to the leader. I screamed and struggled in his grip
causing him to tighten his grip bruising and arm worse, I felt like me arm was going to snap. In my panic I pull out a dagger and stab the orcs arm making him release me and I run for it but don't make it far when I feel a large muscular arm wrap around my waist and yank me back, I scream and try to get free, going to stab the orc that grabbed me when a very large hand grabs my wrist stopping me as I’m pulled back against an orcs stomach preventing me from escaping, I look up and see who I believe is the orc leader smirking down at me and my face goes pale,
