I really should have asked Frokz where the Orcs' Territory was. Using my echolocation spell, I have been able to chart many areas of the part of the Southern Plains I was in, and found many interesting things. Amazing wildlife, new plant life, and strange stones and minerals that you couldn't find in any of the other Three Plains. Wonder what their worth would be.

My favorite discoveries were the wildlife. The first creature I came across was a boar the size of a small house. It was an interesting fight, and the reward was delicious. It's meat had an interesting, gamy taste. I can't really compare it's flavor to anything. I came across creatures that were supposed to be legends. Griffons, Minotaurs, and even Chimeras. I sampled each of their meats, and was so incredibly satisfied. They each had their own unique flavor. I tried each of their meats in three different forms: rare, well-done, and even burnt. Who'd have thought that burnt Minotaur meat was so damned delicious? I even used some of the herbs and spices I have found, both individually and on the meat. So many unique, mouthwatering combinations. Some where better than others, but it was still fun to experiment. Since I've been using my magic non-stop, for travel and combat and cooking, I had an excuse to eat all of these different combinations.

Excessive use of magic has different side affects for different users of the arts. Some people become extremely drowsy from over use. Others can feel nauseated or weakened. The most extreme cases could result in loss of sanity, greater susceptibility to illness, or even death. I'm one of the luckier ones. I just lose more stamina, and subsequently get hungrier more quickly than the average person. If I use too much magic, say use an extremely advanced spell or continuously use magic in combat situations, I just need to gorge myself on mass quantities of food. Makes me a nightmare to all buffet owners.

Needless to say, I was having quite a bit of fun in the Southern Plains. Still, as much fun as I was having, I wasn't getting anywhere near my goal. No matter how much I searched, I couldn't find any trace of the orcs. I had just reached the edge of the area I had charted. When I used the echolocation spell, I sensed something. There were five creatures around me. Four of them were on the ground, while the fifth one was in the trees. Not far from them was what felt like a village. I'd have to worry about that later. Those figures knew of my presence, and they were starting to hunt me. These creatures were smart. I didn't know what they were, but they were not the same creatures I've been fighting and eating.

After a while of being followed, I finally realized that they were leading me somewhere. I was lead into a small clearing with trees encircling me. Looking around the clearing, I sensed something being thrown at the back of my head. I easily caught the projectile and inspected it. It was a battleaxe, and a crudely made one at that. It was basically just a giant sharpened stone tied to the trunk of a very strong tree branch. However, this weapon was strong and heavy. Had it made contact, it would have cleaved my head clean off my shoulders.

"Impressive."

I looked toward the direction where both the ax and the new, rough voice came from. Out of the trees stepped a being that was easily twice my size. It's muscles and veins were bulging from it's powerful looking body. It's green skin easily blended in with the environment, but the pelt and bones it wore made it a bit easier to see. It's powerful looking fangs on it's lower jaw were protruding from it's mouth. It looked at me with powerful, fearless pale green eyes. I finally found one. A member of one of the four dominant species of Southern Plains. Before me stood a mighty orc warrior.

"Few have been able to survive a throw of my ax, let alone capture it. You will make a fine opponent." The warrior said this while revealing a second battleaxe of the same design as the first. I don't know why that made me feel so proud. I was about to accept his challenge, until I was rudely interrupted by an annoying voice.

"Such arrogance! A newborn could capture your pathetic throw! I'll show this intruder how a REAL orc warrior fights!" I tuned my head to look behind me. Out came another orc warrior. His clothing just consisted of a scabbard for his sword and a pair of pants that looked like it was made from snake skin. Considering how large the snakes can grow here, I wouldn't be surprised if it was snake skin. This one was holding a sword as large as I was. His face had a large scar that stretched from the top of the left side of his face all the way to the lower right side of it. His face was oozing confidence. It really annoyed me.

"Indeed. This intruder must be punished by a true orc. You two weaklings can step aside." What an arrogant voice. To my right, another orc walked out of the woods. His attire looked more... polished compared to the other two. His cloak seemed to have been made of feathers. Thunderbird, maybe? His pants even looked like it was made from the fur of a Nargacuga, one of the most beautiful monsters I've seen so far. There was once a nobleman student one year ahead of me in my younger days of the academy. True, he did excel in many of the classes and was quite strong, but he always used his status has a noble to get his way. I've always hated people who flaunt power they did nothing to earn. This fool, he used his family name as a crutch, was the biggest example of that. When our years we partnered together to train, and he was made my partner, I beat him to a bloody pulp. As a form of retaliation, he tried to use his status to have many different warriors return my beating ten-fold. It didn't end well for them. Last I checked, more than a fourth of them fully recovered. The others are still in the hospital. His fear of me increased, and he never tried to harass me again. Instead, he tried to send hired hands to harass people close to me, like Angelica or that David boy. They never knew about that, since I took care of those fools as well. To show my appreciation to that noble, I broke the Lumbar Region of his spine. He's been in a wheelchair ever since. I warned him that if he abused his status in such a foolish way ever again, I wouldn't be nearly as kind as I was this time. Seeing the terrified expression on his face confirmed that he got the message. For some reason, this particular orc reminded me of that noble bastard perfectly. He was just as imposing as the other two orcs, with a mace covered in sharpened spikes as his weapon of choice. His face was just as arrogant looking as his voice. I really wanted to break that orc.

"LET ME HANDLE THE INTRUDER! I'LL SHOW HIM THE TRUE STRENGTH OF THE ORCS!" Loud. So unnecessarily loud. The owner of the voice was definitely the largest of the four orcs. He came from the left side of the forest. He sported a hammer as a weapon, if you can call a boulder tied to a tree a hammer. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He just wore a pair of pants that looked like it was made from burlap. Still, he looked like he would be fun to fight.

"I was the first to attack him. I will be the one to take his life." I actually wanted to fight him.

"HA! You think this is 'first come, first serve'?! NO! It is where the first one who kills the intruder gets the glory!" Technically, there was no argument with that logic. It's not like this was an honorable duel or something.

"That is quite true. Hard to believe an oaf such as yourself could have such flawless logic." The sword-wielding orc glared at the mace wielder. The mace really sounded like he enjoyed talking down to people. "On that note, will you not join us, or does the prey not suit you?" I followed his gaze up a solitary tree. In it was the fifth and final warrior. The warrior, who looked just a foot taller than myself, was lying comfortable against the tree with one leg swinging freely. It was wearing full body armor and a helmet that completely concealed it's face.

"No." It's voice was filtered by the mask. It was impossible to know whether the owner was male or female. "I have no interest in such an unimpressive looking target." Oi. "You may do with him as you please."

That orc must have been the leader, for as soon as it gave the word, the hammer wielding orc attacked me. He tried to smash me beneath his hammer, but I was easily able to jump out of the way. Thinking he saw an opportunity, the sword wielder tried to cleave me in half. I just side stepped out of the way and landed a roundhouse kick to his face. Sent him flying through three trees. The final impact knocked him out cold. The masked orc seemed to find interest in this, and completely turned it's attention toward me. It wasn't the only one. The mace wielder and the hammer user tried to double team me. Dodging their simultaneous attacks was enjoyable. I was even able to trick them into attacking each others heads. They knocked each other out. The boulder was turned to dust, while the mace's spikes broke on impact. Guess that shows the impressive thickness of an orc's skull and their incredible strength. I didn't expect much from those three, but they were still enjoyable to fight.

I turned my attention to the final orc, the one I actually wanted to fight. He looked pleased, if the smile was any indication. He pointed his battleaxe towards the one I dropped when I dodged the hammer. "Take it. We shall do battle with these mighty axes." He wanted to fight me honorably. I liked this man. He's more than a worthy opponent compared to the other three. I honored his request, and grabbed the ax. We both took our respective battle stances. I couldn't see a single opening. That made it more fun. True, I do like to exploit my enemies' weaknesses and openings, but I find it more enjoyable to make an opening. We just stood there, waiting for the other to make a move. I spotted a falling leaf out of the corner of my eye. That would be my indicator. I watched as it gently fell to the ground. Once it landed, we both charged at each other. The collision of our axes resonated throughout the clearing. It felt like the bones in my arms were vibrating from the impact. This warrior was strong. Possibly the most physically powerful being I have fought as of yet. He was even powerful enough to push me back. Me, the man who was called the Strongest. This orc was stronger than me. That thought got my blood boiling and my adrenaline pumping. I had found a worthy opponent to fully test my strength! The orc must have also been pleased, for his grin grew even wider than before. Our battle continued, with our blades constantly clashing against each other. We would always push one another back, at testament to both of our immense strength. This was the second fight that made me fell so alive. To think there were beings this strong in the Southern Plains. It was glorious! However, all great things must always come to an end. During one of our clashes, I saw one. An opening. He left the right side of his head completely defenseless. I wanted to continue the battle, but I also wanted to prove my strength to this amazing warrior that gave me the honor of challenging him. With my speed, I planted the ax into the right side of his head. With all of my strength, I started to push the ax. The blade itself shattered into nothing, but I didn't stop. I still had the hilt of the weapon. With an even greater act of exertion, I slammed the wooden trunk into his head. I sent him speeding into the base of a large tree. The impact made an explosive sound. The orc fell to the ground. I walked up to him. He was smiling. His eyes were closed, but I could still hear his heart beat and I could see his chest rise and fall from his relaxed breathing. He was still alive. Unconscious, but alive. . . . . . I did it. I've won.

I looked around. Four mighty orcs lay before me, unconscious. It was my victory! I WON!

I couldn't help but laugh from pure joy. Though it was short lived when I had remembered something. I needed them to tell me where their home was. I FORGOT! IN ALL OF THIS EXCITEMENT, I HAD FORGOTTEN TO LEAVE ONE AWAKE TO LEAD ME TO THEIR VILLAGE! Oi, I guess I'll just have to be patient and wait for one of them to awaken.

That's when I sensed something. It wasn't killing intent. It was lust. A lust for combat. Doing a complete one-eighty, I raised both of my arms in front of my face in time to block a kick. I had forgotten about the fifth and final orc. The masked warrior stood before me. It stood in such a majestic form. It's looks alone radiated power. My arms were shaking from the impact of it's last strike. This warrior was even stronger than my previous opponent.

"Quite impressive indeed. I must apologize to you for my ignorance. I had underestimated you by your appearance alone. All but one of us has. Warrior! I request a duel with you!" Saying that, the masked orc pulled out to daggers from it's belt. They were dangerous looking weapons. They must have been made from a special ore, since they were as green as the leaves around us. The warrior took a stance that left no openings whatsoever. My lust for battle was resurfacing. I wanted to fight this mysterious orc. "Take your opponent's remaining ax. Should we fight, it shall be in arms!" So orcs like one-on-one fights to be fair. Orcs are my kind of people.

I took the ax and went into position. I suppose both of us wanted to fight immediately, since we both attacked each other as soon as I took my stance. This fighter was incredibly fast. It took all of my reflexes to block the barrage of strikes. The fighter was doing just was well in blocking my attacks. This ax had a great amount of power behind it. It made blocking very dangerous to do, but this warrior was still able to do just that. During our many clashes, I saw an opening. The warriors left itself open at the lower left side of it's armor. I used that to my advantage. I feinted a strike to the helmet. The warrior seemed to have fallen for it, since it brought it's blades up to protect it's helm. That was my chance. With all of my speed and strength, I planted the ax right into the chink of the armor. The warrior was steeling itself for the rest of the attack. With all of my remaining strength, I dragged the ax up the armor. The higher I went, the more cracks appeared on the armor. When I finally reached the helm, I yanked out the ax and struck the helmet. It seems I didn't damage the warrior at all, since it jumped and flipped away from me once I finished my attack. The orc studied it's armor. It was probably wondering if it could continue this fight with that now ruined armor. It's next action surprised me. Digging it's fingers into the cracks of it's armor and helmet, the warrior ripped it's armor completely; fully revealing itself. What I saw next was... incredible.

The warrior was an orcess, and a beautiful one at that. Long, green flowing hair; bright, strong, golden sharp eyes; and a exotically beautiful face. Even her fangs looked as white as pure pearls. Her clothing was a simple black tank-top with a pair of pants that looked like it was made from boar hide and a pair of combat boots. Her body was quite the marvel as well. She wasn't grossly muscular. Her body was finely toned without a trace of any form of body fat. Even her D-cup breasts were- D-cup? SHE WAS A SIZE LAGER THAN ANGELICA?! WAIT! WHY AM I EVEN ANALYZING THAT PART OF HER BODY?! HELL, WHY AM I COMPARING HER TO ANGELICA?! WHY AM I THINKING OF ANGELICA AT ALL?!

Before, I could continue my internal mad rant, the orcess broke me out of my rather perverse thought process with a satisfied chuckle. "I am the mighty Sharn, daughter of the War Chief of the Orcs! Warrior, state thy name!"

What a strong sounding voice. That was the voice of a woman who commanded respect, and probably has done more than enough to deserve it. It was quite attractive. Yet, she just wanted my name? Well, I see no problem in that. "My name is Adelram! Adelram Umbra!"

"Adelram? Hm, I see. Such a powerful sounding name. . . . . . Very well! I've decided! I shall make you mine!"

Make you mine? Did she want me as a slave or as a pet? Either way, it's not about to happen. She may be beautiful, but I'm about to teach Sharn a brutal lesson. By the end, she will know that I bow to no one.

"Yes! This I promise you! Though they shall be of mixed blood, our children shall be the strongest in the land! They will bring great pride and honor to both of our names!" She proudly brought her right fist to her heart, a prideful grin on her face.

Mixed blood? Our children? Children? Children. Children? Children?! CHILDREN?! SHE WANTS MY CHILDREN?! SHE WANTS TO MATE WITH ME?!

A thousand images ran through my head. It got even worse when I took a closer look at Sharn's goddess physique. I was becoming more and more attracted. It could practically feel my hormones going into overdrive. Images of her in the nude continuously popped into my mind. Why was my mind so lewd right now?! Then I had to go and imagine how our children looked. How could they be both cute and handsome?!

Right before I could overload my mind, I thought of her. I thought of Angelica. I started to call down for some reason. She always did have a sort of calming affect on me. She always made me feel so happy. So at peace. I remembered her kind personality. Her soothing voice. Her angelic beauty. Had it not been for that one moment of thought, I probably would have been out cold.

After I was completely calmed down, my reflexes were able to block Sharn's attack. Her armor must have been used as weights. She was so fast! She could vanish faster than I could blink. Those four orcs were strong, but she was so incredibly fast that she didn't even need their level of strength. To bad she had just that. Each strike was heavier than the last. It was if her speed was gradually increasing her already herculean strength. I was able to block a few of her strikes, but many more were able to land. It's a good thing I know healing spells. If not, I would have been covered in scars at the end of this fight. For the sake of honor, I wouldn't use them until after the fight, but it sure was a difficult battle. She kept landing hit after hit, and all I could do was defend. I was being pushed to the edge. None of the other orcs were this difficult, not even the ax wielder. I could feel my heart pounding, but it wasn't out of fear or fatigue. It was out of excitement.

All these years, I thought Angelica was the only woman who could challenge me, yet here she was. An amazon of a woman. So strong, so beautiful, so proud and powerful. I had to beat her! I had to show that I was the better warrior!

Then I saw it. She had a pattern. When I finally caught on to it, I saw the gap in her technique. I waited for the right moment. When it appeared, I attacked. My strike landed. Sharn was dumbfounded, but was still able to jump away. The would to her abdomen was superficial, but her shirt wasn't as lucky. It was nearly torn completely off, almost completely exposing her breasts. She looked down at herself. She didn't look embarrassed at all. Instead, she smiled. She looked so pleased. When she turned her gaze to me, I could see a fire in her eyes. They were burning with a desire to win. She them took a stance. She looked like she was preparing for one final attack. I followed suite.

When we were both fully prepared, we charged at one another. Our weapons clashed in a shock-wave of absolute strength. We were pretty much evenly matched, there was just one problem. I was steadily getting distracted by Sharn's beauty. I felt my resolve start to waver. I felt as if I had two choices: concentrate on the warrior before me or think of something else. Then I thought of her again. I thought of Angelica.

For some reason, her image imbued my body with strength. I was able to win our clash of strengths. Sharn fell to the ground. Before she could get up to continue our fight, I appeared before her, placed my foot onto her chest, and positioned the ax in front of her face.

"You lose, Sharn."

She stared into my eyes for a few moments, then she laughed. A hearty laugh that held no resentment whatsoever. "Indeed, I do." I removed my foot and offered my hand. She graciously offered the gesture. "This is your victory, Adelram. Honor dictates that I must fulfill one request. What do you desire from me?"

Why did she have to say desire? When she was standing, she really was a head taller than me. I couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed when staring into her eyes, so I just looked forward. Big mistake. Her breasts were right in front of me. My face was actually heating up so much, that I had to mentally slap myself to cease these lewd thoughts in my mind. The strangest thing was that I actually imagined Angelica slapping the back of my head. I've been thinking of her a lot lately. Why is that?

After having my head cleared by the slap of the mental image of my best friend, I was able to tell Sharn my desire. "I would like to speak with your father." She looked a bit confused. "I'm looking for something. I think your father might be able to help me." After a few moments, she gave a kind and understanding grin. She agreed to letting speak to her father on the condition that I helped bring her comrades back home. It was a simple and honorable request. I went to pick up the ax wielder. He was as heavy as he looked, but he wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I had planned on picking up that annoying, sword-welding orc, but Sharn had already grabbed the other three. She made it look as effortless as picking up three sticks. Seriously, just how strong was this woman? In fact, with that kind of strength, how was I able to win?

It took us less than half an hour for us to reach her village. I could see the figures of the orcs. When we finally entered the village, many of them took notice of me. I guess this was their first time seeing a human, let alone one strong enough to hold up one of their warriors who was twice my size. I saw many orc children. They were actually kinda cute. The men looked just as powerful as the warriors I fought. Some of the women looked as beautiful as Sharn herself. Then, I saw him. He had to be the second strongest in the village. He was huge, covered in muscle, had beady eyes, short ears, and a smashed in nose.

"Hey, Sharn, how strong is that warrior over there? Would you be able to fight him head on, or is he able to fight you on equal grounds?" Sharn looked to the direction I was pointing at. She looked at me as if I were mad. "Uh, Adelram? That's a woman. She considered the most beautiful in the village." Just hearing that that THING was a woman almost made me drop the unconscious orc, but hearing that it was the most beautiful! I wouldn't be surprised if my jaw unhinged completely and smashed into the ground. "S-s-s-s-sharn? J-j-j-j-just were e-e-exactly do you fall into the beauty category in this v-v-v-village?" She took a while to think of the answer. "My body has been seen to be quite desirable, however, my face is less than presentable. I'm considered one of the least attractive, like those women over there." She pointed to a group of female orcs that would send most women in my village into a jealous frenzy. They were gorgeous. Not in the same league as Sharn or Angelica, but damn near close. "I suppose I'm not very attractive to you either? I'm guessing it's my body that excites you, correct?" That and everything else she told me caused me to explode. "LIKE HELL! YOU AND THOSE WOMEN OVER THERE WOULD BE CONSIDERED PAGAN GODDESSES OF BEAUTY! MOST OF THE MEN IN MY VILLAGE WOULD KILL TO BE JUST NEAR YOU!"

I just realized the outburst I had made. I looked around to see many of the orcs staring at me. The aforementioned female orcs were turning a darker shade of green from what they heard from me, but that was nothing compared to the shade of red I was most definitely in. I turned to Sharn to see a shocked expression on her face. After an awkward silence, she then burst out laughing. "You humans sure are strange!" That was the most embarrassing moment in my life. She was laughing the entire time we walked to the medical tent. She calmed down after we left the four warriors with the village doctor, and lead me to her father's tent.

"War Chief! I request an audience with you!"

"Enter." Even calm, that voice sounded so loud and powerful. When we entered, I saw the owner of the voice surrounded by female orcs. They were all so beautiful. Still, not even their beauty could distract from the immense aura this man was giving off. There were dire wolves in the Southern Plains. They were by far the toughest of the beasts that I have fought. This orc was wearing the pelt of a snow white wolf, using it's upper jaw as a mask. His eyes peered through the holes of where the wolf's eyes originally were. He was practically made of muscle, with scars completely covering his body. His eyes were so strong, but they were not judgmental at all. They were studying me, and they looked so... pleased.

"War Chief, this man has defeated me in single combat, and four other warriors simultaneously! As a reward for this great victory, he has asked for an audience with your Greatness!"

That information seemed to have pleased the War Chief, for he visually smiled. After studying me, he turned towards Sharn with a stern look. "Sharn, I believe that I have informed you to address me as 'Father' whenever we are alone or with a guest." Sharn actually blushed and looked away. She answered her father with a small, meek, and cute tone. "Y-yes. Forgive me, F-Father." That... was strangely adorable. It seemed to have pleased the War Chief as well, if that fatherly smile was anything to go by. He then turned his attention to me. "Noble warrior who bested my daughter, grace me with your name and your reason for this requested audience."

I couldn't help but straighten my stance and cross my arms behind my back. I guess that's what years of military-like training will do to you. "Sir! My name is Adelram Umbra! I humbly request... for you to show me the Dark Gauntlets! Sir!" Every orc visually tensed at the mention of the gauntlets. Even Sharn and her father had a look of surprise. I felt that I needed to clarify myself. "Sir, please do not fret. I have no intention of taking them. I started this journey to find the hidden past of the Dark Lord. I believe that his gauntlets my hold a clue to that elusive part of history."

The War Chief was looking me straight into my eyes. I think he was trying to find any ulterior motives. After a few moments past, he gave a small sigh, and rose from his throne. "Follow me, Sir Adelram. You as well, Sharn." We looked at each other and followed the orders. He lead us outside of his tent, and into the outskirts of the village. We followed him until we reached a temple, sealed with a large boulder that was twice the size of the giant orc. However, he lifted it as easily as if it were a pebble, and gestured for us to follow him inside.

During the walk down the dark corridor, with the light of a torch held by the Chief to guide us, he began to speak. "Those gauntlets are a symbol of the Dark Lord's immense physical strength. It was said that he was able to punch a mountain into nothing. Not even dust would remain. After he was defeated, we orcs knew that we had to be the ones to protect them. To ensure that they would never fall into the hands of the enemy. For the past century, the War Chief was the sole guardian of the treasured armor. My daughter would have been next in line for it's protection, yet there is an aura about you. One that helps me to trust in you." I couldn't help but feel honored by this statement, and the knowledge he provided was invaluable. He was helping me so much. After a while, he finally stopped. "Behold, the Dark Gauntlets."

When I saw them, I couldn't help but be struck by amazement. The gauntlets were being hovered by a strange light. They were as black as the night sky, with fingers that looked as sharp as blades, steel that looked stronger than anything the Three Plains had to offer, and a beautifully intricate design. It was a masterful work of art.

I looked at the War Chief, and internally asked permission to wear the pieces of the Dark Lord's armor. As if answering my unspoken question, he nodded his head. Carefully grasping the gauntlets, I inserted my hands into them. They were about two or three sizes too large for me, but I was still satisfied. However, I still saw no obvious clue to the Dark Lord's past. Then, it happened.

The gauntlets started to radiate a dark aura and seemed to shrink. They were shrinking, until they perfectly fit my forearm. I then felt an intense, burning pain. It felt like the gauntlets were fusing to my flesh. When the pain was gone, I saw something. Something miraculous. It didn't take long for me to realize that what I was seeing was the memories of the gauntlets.

I saw the right gauntlet slam onto a map of all four of the Great Plains. It was a quick glimpse, but I was able to see that the Southern Plains were easily the largest of all four. I then saw the left gauntlet being lifted into the air, followed by thunderous cheers. Before the gauntlets were waves and waves of soldiers from every race of the Southern Plains. I could even see the goblins and the orcs. The scene then changed to the right gauntlet colliding with a glowing fist, while the left gauntlet was holding a magnificent, black sword. That sword then clashed with an equally magnificent, brilliantly shining blade. The clash caused a blinding flash, and the next scene I saw... was the palm of the right gauntlet... covered in blood. . . . My blood.

Then, everything went black.

A/N: Phew. Finally. Eight pages worth of work, finally finished. But it's not over yet. True, there were plenty of places where I could have stopped for the next chapter: the meeting with the orcs, the beginning of the dual with the ax orc, Sharn's reveal, and even Sharn's defeat. However, I FUCKING HATE CLIFFHANGERS. I don't need some tried and tired cliché to have you guys want to read this story. If you guys would want to continue reading it, then you will. Besides, Sharn was a character I really wanted to introduce to you guys. My friend coreysmith1221, if you're reading this, then you'll know why since I technically gave you some spoilers during one of our PM conversations. Anyway, remember how I said I was a fan of alternate endings and how I would change the rating? Well, here is the reason. If this was a video game, a cut-scene would appear after you beat Sharn. Two choices would emerge: think of Angelica; think of Sharn. Thinking of Angelica would have you continue the canon story, while thinking of Sharn will lead to something more... steamy. Oh, and to another friend of mine. To my friend, 18jringo. I seriously do respect you and think of you as a friend, so I need to say this to respect your beliefs should you ever get this far: DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE READ THIS PART! STOP RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW! THIS IS A LEMON! DO YOU HEAR ME?! THIS IS YOUR LEMON WARNING! IF YOU DON'T LIKE THEM, STAY AWAY FROM HERE CLICK TO CHAPTER 6, cause I can pretty much guarantee that at least two other friend of mine will try their hands at making their own version of this alternate ending. I'm hoping .true and Gmann will actually try. I mean, look at how awesome a job they did with Angelica's alternate ending. Plus, .true actually dabbled in lemons, so he might actually do a damn good job. Well, off to my VERY FIRST lemon. Don't expect to much. Perverts or people who don't mind lemons only.

I thought of Sharn.

I could feel her strength greatly outclass my own, until her blades slashed through my ax. In the next second, she used the hilts of her daggers to knock me unconscious. The last thing I saw was her smiling face, reveling in her victory.

When I had awoken, I saw the roof of a canopy. It was made of the pelts of different beasts. The tent was dimly lit by a small lamp. My head was pounding and I felt a faint chill for some reason. When I sat up and looked down, I saw the reason why.

I was naked. Completely, utterly, stark naked. No shirt, no shoes, no pants, and not even any underwear. I was completely naked.

"You're awake." I looked to my right to see her. She was sitting, using her left leg to rest her strong arms on. When I looked at her, she rose from her position and walked toward me. She was completely naked as well. I could feel the heat rise in my face, and an erection was starting to form against my will.

When she got close enough to me, she went on all fours, and seductively crawled toward me with a lustful smile and a light blush. When she saw that I was fully erect, she gave a playful giggle. "It looks like you're fully prepared. Though, just to be safe."

Before I could ask her what she was planning, she kissed me. I could feel her tongue exploring the insides of my mouth, but I also felt another sensation. It was some kind of liquid. It was saliva. Then I realized what she had given me when I felt a rushing sensation of sexual energy. She had given me-

"An aphrodisiac. This way, we can consummate with no difficult." With that said, she positioned herself above my erection. She slowly lowered herself onto me, and I could feel the slow sensation of entering her body. Then I felt something. It felt like some kind of barrier. Then I realized what I had hit. Before I could say anything, Sharn had forced it through her.

I saw the blood, but that was the last thing on my mind. All I could think of was how amazing it felt inside of her. I couldn't tell if it was because of her muscles or if it was natural, but she was so incredibly tight. The heat from her body was therapeutic. Her scent was intoxication. The wetness of her insides made movement simple, even with the tightness. There were so many reasons, I should have climaxed then and there, but my stamina held out. My lust to continue with this sensation also played a factor. I had never felt this much pleasure, not even in the heat of battle.

Eventually, I took the lead. I pushed Sharn onto her back and started to thrust continuously. Her cries of pleasure and her lack of resistance told me she was also enjoying the experience, even going so far as to wrap her strong, smooth legs around my waist. During this act, I stole a kiss from her. She returned it with even more passion, wrapping her arms around my head. Our tongues were fighting over dominance while we were making love. Finally, we both reached our limit. We both experienced our climax.

I could fell my seed entering her womb, as her walls started to tighten. Even when I had fully released the load, my erection did not cease. Looking into her lustful, pleading eyes, I knew that neither of us were satisfied.

It continued like this for several hours. We would both fight for dominance, pleasuring one another, and feeling endless ecstasy. I couldn't even count the amounts of times I've ejaculated inside of her. After countless hours of lustful mating, we were both finally satisfied. I laid on my back while she rested her head onto my chest, rapping her left arm around my right shoulder. Completely drenched in sweat with no energy whatsoever, we allowed sleep to claim us.

When we awoke, Sharn took me to her father's tent to tell him of our relation. He seemed pleased, but gave me a simple, albeit, strange task. He handed me a dagger and a small flask, and ordered me to completely fill the container with my blood. I complied with this order. When the deed was done, he brought me and Sharn into the tent of village's elderly witch doctor. The War Chief had me strip myself of my clothing. I could always replace my clothes with the pelts of the beasts I have slain, so I found no difficulty in doing so. That's when I saw something incredible. With the flask filled with my blood, soil from the earth, and bones from an unknown creature, the elderly witch doctor created a perfect clone corpse of my body. I didn't even know a spell like that even existed. It must have been a spell known only in the Southern Plains. However, I saw no use for the corpse... at that time.

Barely two days had past before I felt a powerful presence. I cloaked my own aura completely, and looked out of Sharn's tent to see something completely unexpected. The Six Paladins were in the village.

Before anything could be done by the warriors, the War Chief dragged my false corpse to the warriors and through it at Ma- or rather, towards Trevor, who effortlessly caught it by the throat. The Chief demanded in a powerful, no-room-for-argument tone to take the "filthy intruder" out of his village and to never return. After analyzing the "corpse", the Paladins complied with the order and left with the fake. That was the last time I ever saw anyone outside of the Southern Plains.

Several years have passed since then, and Sharn's prediction for our children... far surpassed any expectations anyone had, even our own. I still remember the time one of my sons beat the ever-living crap out of that annoying sword-wielding orc, and another time when one of my daughters humiliated that arrogant mace-wielding orc. Sharn was right. Our children has brought nothing but pride to us.

My search for the Dark Lord's past my have had an abrupt end, but I had no regrets. I was the member of a powerful clan, had a beautiful and strong wife, children that brought me nothing but pride and happiness, and a life that held no dull moments whatsoever.

I was content with this end.

A/N: Well, you might be Adelram, but I have some mixed reviews. I honestly don't know what to feel about this. I'm thinking of just having you guys make the A Es from now on. You know, I tell you the criteria necessary for the A E and see what you guys come up with. I'll let the reviews for this ending make my decision. If you want me to continue making alternate endings, I'll do it. However, for now, the same rules apply. You all have my permission to write your version of Sharn's victory and their "first night" together. That's right, I'm telling you guys to write a lemon. Gmann, .true, I'm actually hoping you two might try your hand at this. I know for a fact that .true has at least dabbled in lemons, but I have no memory of Gmann doing it, even though he's a Rated-M writer. Well, he's surprised me before. If an alternate ending is created, I'll post it in it's own chapter like I did for Angelica, so keep your eyes peeled boys and girls. Oh, and before I forget, .true has just posted the first chapter of his spin-off story Fulfilling A Desire. I personally liked it. Angelica's even cuter in that fic than when I first imagined her, but that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that it had CHOCOLATE! Hopefully, it was milk chocolate. I'm not a big fan of dark chocolate. Too bitter.