"Mama, why do all the other children make fun of me?"
The Orc mother smiled sadly at her son. "Because they don't understand. They never will. Not at this age at least." She patted her child's head. "But soon they will."
The young Orc frowned. Understand what, Mama?"
There was nothing to understand. Not even when the stronghold was burn to the ground did anyone understand. Not when the young Orc was sold into slavery did anyone understand. No one understood anything.
"In time you'll understand, young one."
The Orc mother gave another sad smile before everything burst into flames.
I know that I haven't worked on anything for a while. I've been busy, but here's something to read. It's short for now but soon there'll be longer chapters. Now for disclaimer: I don't own anything.