Trion always thought of his mother just before killing something. It had been 16 years since she had died giving birth to him. Rumors still lingered throughout the village of how his father refused to leave his mother's side the night of his birth, eager to receive his son. After several hours, Trion was delivered, named by the midwife, and passed into his father's arms. However, the instant Trion opened his eyes and his pupils were revealed to be scarlet in colour, he was quickly tossed into the arms of a warrior and sentenced to exposure. For his red eyes were the mark of a demon.
Had he not survived the 3 nights abandoned and alone in the wilderness, perhaps his father would not of grown to be so bitter as he was forced to take Trion back. Perhaps if his mother had survived his father would still know love. Alas, while Trion had not known his mother, he had adopted the fond memories of her, as told by other villagers, as his own.
Trion crouched down as he carefully closed the gap between him and his prey. He had been tracking the red deer's trail all day and much was at stake. Unaware, the deer grazed on a small patch of grass, illuminated by the setting sun.
The blight which was rabidly killing the island's vegetation had drastically reduced the number of deers, making this a rare find. It had been weeks since game this large had been brought before the butcher. Trion was forced to ask for an advance payment last week from the butcher, in order to make ends meet, promising that he would bring back an animal, worth double the loan, as repayment. Never had he hoped to find the trail of his village's most prized game, often reserved only for annual festivals.
He begun to focus on his breathing, steadying his nerves. Slowly, he breathed in while notching an arrow into his bow. Taking a steady breath out, he took aim at the deer's head. "focus," he told himself. Suddenly, the deer's head jolted up with its ears twitching. Trion heard a faint thumping sound. Was it his heart beating? The noise became louder and, instinctively, the deer begun to sprint away. Trion released his arrow, but the deers sudden movements made him over shoot. The arrow barely grazing the animals hide. Trion dropped to his knees in frustration and defeat. How am I going to repay the butcher now? He withdrew into his thoughts, momentarily forgetting about the noise. The ground began to reverberate as the noise got louder. Trion took a tense step back as an Ogre suddenly came into sight. Its twisted barefeet booming down against the ground, heading straight for Trion.
Roaring with rage, the Orge was closing in fast. Tyrion's heart started racing. What do I do? There's no way I can outrun an 8 foot troll. Stricken with fear Trion quickly jumped onto his feet. His hand fumbled as he reached for an arrow from his quiver. Hands shaking, he attempted to draw the arrow and and take aim at the oncoming orge's head. Only a few feet away, Trion released the arrow. It shot straight into the Orges shoulder, but it had little effect as the orge continued his charge. Trion felt helpless as the Orge finally closed the gap. Overcome with dread, Trion winced in anticipation, but nothing happened. Am I already dead? He dared to open his eyes and saw the orges face inches from his own. The beasts panting breaths blowing his hair. Strangely, the ogre begun to vigorously sniff Trion, like a dog that just caught on to a scent. Still frozen in fright Trion didn't move. The ogre stopped and leaned down so that it's face was inline with Trions. They made direct eye contact. Then the beast let out a mighty roar, spraying trions face with chunks of saliva. The sound was deafening. He begun to feel dizzy and could feel himself losing consciousness. Moments before passing out he thought he saw the ogre racing away.