The small orc village was big enough to house hundred of orcs. There were around forty huts. The village lay on a half-island with only one entrance, and the gate had two towers at each side. "Gruak, look down there. The two elders have returned." Gruak nodded at Garr. "We better go greet them." The two orc guards went down the tower, and just as they reached the gate, had Tubak and Magrona reached it. Gruak rubbed his hands. "So do you have the delicious berries?" Gruak peered at Magrona, but she didn't answer. "Yes we do, Gruak. But you are not getting any before the ritual tonight is complete." Tubak looked at Gruak. He knew how much he wanted the berries. Gruak sighed, and looked towards Garr who obviously did not care about the berries. "Throm-ka, elders." Garr seemed to be more formal than Gruak. Garr looked at Magronas hand and what she was carrying. "You said you left to get some berries for after the ritual tonight, but you bring back a baby orc?" Magrona looked up on Garr, and nodded. "We will see you two at the ritual tonight." Tubak said and the two elders wandered swiftly on into the village.
Garr grunted as he saw the two elders walk into the village. "Can you think about anything else than food, Gruak?"
"Well yes. I am just hungry. I have not had anything but a few fish today!"
Garr smacked his forehead, and stared at Gruak.
"We should report the new baby orc to Zurak." Gruak nodded at Garr's idea. "Maybe we can also get something to eat on the way!" Garr stared at Gruak once again, and this time smacked him instead of his forehead. "Enough with your food!"
All the orcs turned away from their daily duties when the elders passed them. They looked with curiosity after what Magrona was carrying. But she had hid it beneath a blanket made of feathers. Magrona knew if the orcs saw what she was carrying, they would question them about it. She knew that there was no time for that today of all days.
When the two elders reached their home, they were not seen again before the sun had disappeared behind the mountains.
"What?" The big orc glared at Gruak and Garr.
"It's true; we saw they carried an orc baby." Gruak fell down onto the floor, nervously looking up at the big orc.
"Calm down Zurak. The baby will have to grow old, before he can lead anything." Zurak shook his whole body in disgust of Garrs words.
"I am the one to lead this village! It is my duty to protect it, why am I not to lead it too?" His fists tightened into a grip, and he punched into the air.
"Zurak, tonight the ritual of air will take place. Hold your mind focused on your duties."
"Don't tell me what to do Garr, I am your superior!"
Garr seemed emotionless, but in reality he was scared of what Zurak could do. In his opinion Zurak should never have become the watcher of the town. But he could not change that now. Zurak was young, and he only thought about leading everyone else.
"Well, what are you two still doing here? Get back to your post."
Garr grunted and left the building.
"Uhm, excuse me Zurak. You wouldn't happen to have any fresh baked bread, would you?
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, I have not had too much to eat today."
Zurak's eyes widened. He peered at Gruak as if he was stupid.
"GET OUT NOW!"
Gruak came to his legs faster than a gazelle could sprint, and ran out of the building.
Zurak grunted and loosened his grip. He realized that he had just gotten a huge problem into the town.
The evening had fallen upon the village. Every hut was dark, not a single light in the village, but a giant bonfire in the center. All the orcs of the village had gathered around the bonfire. In the center stood Tubak and near him stood Magrona. Tubak was not in his usual kilt this night. He wore a kilt made of thick feathers. All of the gathered orcs carried a wooden stick, which was from the forest across the lake.
"Tonight, we honor the wind elements of these mountains!" Tubak looked out on the gathered crowd, and then lifted a totem up to his face.
"This totem represents the elements of wind." He turned around slowly, letting the entire crowd see it.
"And with this totem, we will show the elements, that we still honor their protection." He placed the totem hard down into the ground, and a blue glow emitted from it.
"Lit the sticks, let the village shine!" Every orc now turned their attention towards the bonfire. The oldest of the village walked up to the bonfire first, followed by the middle aged, and then the youngest. Everyone ignited their stick. They then moved back, and held the stick up in the air.
"Guto dra kan ra tas talsa, nuk ma gi fmerk krin toro ko shu'zhan fel fraht mahn zoln!" Tubak had changed his tongue to Kalimag. The tongue of elements. Only a few knew what he said, and they were growing too old to pay attention to it.
A whistling wind came upon them. Every lit stick was put out by the wind. The bonfires red flames were dancing in the air, and put out too. The wind stopped, and the village grew dark and silent.
Females of village came out of huts carrying berries; they placed them on the ground, and turned away again. One of the orcs among the crowd, seemed very eager to get some berries, and he jumped out in front of them all, and just before he was about to take some Tubak came in front of him.
"Not yet, Gruak."
Gruak sighed upon Tubak's words.
"But now."
Gruak peered at Tubak, seeming a bit confused. Tubak let out a hearty chuckle, as the orcs of the village passed Gruak and him, aiming for the berries. The bonfire was lit again, as the orcs of the village celebrated, that they had been given protection by the wind elements once again.