Prologue
The hay scratched her legs as she knelt behind a broken barrel. The ground was stained with blood and all she could hear was metal clanging and gruesome cries in a language she could not understand.
In front of her she saw an enormous ghastly white figure loom over. The Pale Orc. His grin as he spotted her made her stomach churn. Before he could take a step towards her though, her father jumped between them, sword ready. They clashed, metal meeting metal. Her father was a ranger, he would survive. She repeated this to herself over and over again as she watched them duel.
The few minutes felt like an eternity as she watched. But suddenly her world was crashing down as she saw the monster's hand pierce through her father chest, sending him falling to the ground with a hard thud.
It felt like the world had slowed down in that moment as she ran over, throwing herself on his chest as she sobbed. "DADDY!" she cried, beating his chest as if trying to force him to breathe again, "DADDY!" His eyes were wide and glazed over, his expression stuck in one of shock and horror. She screamed for him one last time before the world went black.