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Here's chapter 6.

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Hassendorf

"Hey!" Was the shout of a man, as he shook his fist at the fleeing form of a teenager who was running that just made his little stand fall. His only answer to his angry shout was the giggling of the young woman. If someone was looking at her, they would have seen her shoulder length brown hair dancing around her face with her pair of blue eyes. Her face was like any young maiden in any fairy tales book, however, a little bit more realistic. She had some freckles on her cheeks and her nose was a little crooked, not enough to make her automatically 'ugly'. Her height was tall for someone her age and she still had time to grow. She wore the simple wear for any commoner: brown pants with a white shirt that was stained with the result of her work in the field.

In all of her 16 years of existence, the young woman had been told many and many times that the current prosperity that the village was experiencing was due to one and only event that happened just before she exited her mother womb. She didn't really understood what really happened because everyone in he village had their own version of the story. But the one she believed the most was of course her parent's version. And she wasn't lying to herself if she didn't feel special by being born with the help of Lady Gerechtigkeit. Thinking about her, she automatically grasped the pendent her father had carved for her. The thing looked like the mask of the 'savior''s village. Every time she felt down, taking the necklace in her hand made her feel better.

She suddenly was brought back to reality when she saw the elder of the village was on her way and that she was on a crash course with him. Eyes widened, she stopped abruptly in front of him but it wasn't enough. The sudden change of pace made her lose her balance and she unceremoniously fell to the ground. Seeing this, the elder couldn't help himself but chuckled. He presented his hand to Rolande and helped her to stand.

"Thanks Opa." She thanked him while dusting herself. He kept chuckling before sending her off, saying goodbye. Not wasting any time, she immediately ran towards her house. On the way, she saw more of the neighbors that all greeted her and she greeted them back. Finally arriving in her modest home, she entered and saw no one, as expected since both her parents were still in the fields.

Taking a nearby candle, she walked towards the door at the back of the house before taking the key out of its hiding place. She unlocked the door. It creaked, as always. Once it was completely open, the content of the small room presented itself to her. Against the wall was a small altar with a little wooden bust of Lady Gerechtigkeit. In front of it were sticks of incense. Once in front of it, she brought the flames of the candles towards one of the stick and light it. She then grasped her necklace before sending a quick prayer. Once it was done, she exited the room before locking it again and putting the key back into its hiding place and went to her small bedroom that her parents had built for her with the help of some neighbors. I wasn't great but it did its job. The bed in itself was just a stack of hay bound together with animal skin as sheet. It was rudimentary but it was still comfy.

Under it she took out some books that she had bought herself with the meager gold she had earned by doing small jobs such as helping at the sawmill or by helping to plant the tent for the market. She sat on her bed with one of her book on her knees, opened for her to read. Her finger traced the curved of the words while she tried to read, familiarizing herself with the sound. The only person that wasn't too busy to help her was the elder. He taught her how to read and write, but as she had to work to the fields and at the market, she didn't have a lot of time to learn. But every opportunities she got to learn she took them, as few as they were.

The village may have an economical boom but that didn't mean that everything was all well and that everyone was rich and literate. No, far from it. They still had problems such as having a bad harvest with the crops or a sudden epidemic touching the cattle, which they had to call a noble for help. The first one was ready to 'help' only for one condition: For the control of the lands since no one had been elected by the emperor to rule since the passing of Schnurbart. Each village of the region was now governing itself but the empire was still master of them and that meant taxes. Less since no noble was asking for it, beside the emperor. The village tried another noble that this time wanted to be paid in all things. And by all things he meant it. Not wanting to choose any of them, the village's followers of Lady Gerechtigkeit started praying for her and made some offerings. The majority of the villages that wasn't following this new religion called them mad for that and told them that they must decide now or find a third party to help them.

And searching they did. However, as it was expected, all the nobles they had contacted wanted something that they weren't ready to give. After much debate, they were going to contact one to help them when suddenly the cattle were fine one day. They were still weak after the epidemic but were overall fine. After that little event, more people joined the ranks of the worship of Lady Gerechtigkeit. Of course they did it in secret as to not arose suspicion and be branded as heretics. And other 'miracles' happened when they were needed and that further reinforced the belief of the followers.

When she finished her page, Rolande closed the book, after putting something to know which page she was at. Getting up, she stretched a little before letting a contend sigh. Suddenly, a piercing shriek cut the air. Not wasting any time, she ran out of her modest home and saw that people were fleeing while some were screaming for their lives. She didn't even have to ask what was going on that she heard it.

"ORCS!" That word filled her with dread as her head turn to the opposite direction the people were fleeing and she saw them. Very tall green beings with horrid faces that was a mix of a pig and a predator with sharp teeth. Most of them were bare chested while some had some rudimentary armor made of leather or even bark. All of them were wielding either clubs, axes or swords. And those weapons were already drenched in crimson blood. Fresh corpses were at their feet. The sight was horrible. Their deep laughter at the chaos was not something anyone should hear. Some of them were wrecking chaos at buildings and killing with a bestial glee, all the while the screaming of their victims were suddenly cut short when their weapons fell on them in a sickening sound.

That's when their eyes fell on Rolande. Her eyes widened, her breath became stronger and her heart started pumping faster. Not wasting any time, she ran away. As soon as she started running, she heard the stomping of the beasts. The reflex to look back was strong, but she knew deep down that if she even just glance once, it would be the last thing she would do. Turning to a corner, she stopped dead in her tracks. In front of her was an orc. Taller than the others and with better equipment. And in its hand was her father that was trying to get free, in vain. On the ground was her father's sword. Her mother was stricken with horror as she was against a wall, her face showing pure fear.

"HEY!" The young woman didn't know what got her or where this sudden courage came from. She was shaking. Her whole body was screaming at her to run far from here and be safe. But deep down, seeing her parents like this made her angry. The orc hearing her call, turned its ugly head in her direction. Its attention was brought back to her father's futile attempt to get free. Not wasting any time, it clenched his fist, making a sickening crunching noise and Frederik went limp, his arms went to his side motionless. No sound escaped Rolande's mouth. Her eyes were glued to her father's corpse as it was quickly dropped to the floor. The monster was now focused on her and she heard the heavy steps stopped behind her. Suddenly, the armored orc started grunting and snarling, communicating with the ones that were behind her. She was expecting to be bashed away and closed her eyes in fear, but nothing happened.

Opening her eyes, she saw that the ones that were precedently pursuing her stopped and didn't do anything. And that's when she understood. Turning around, she saw what was probably the chief walking toward her, spiked club in his hand. He was smiling, showing all of his sharp fangs and teeth. She knew that she had nowhere to go. All of the possible escaped road were blocked. She threw a look at her mother who was crying over her fallen father. Their eyes met one last time. Her eyes started to get wet, as tears were now falling freely.

Clenching her necklace, she started to chant her last prayer, while her eyes didn't leave the form of the advancing monster. Each step was heavy, deliberately slow as if it was enjoying seeing her fear. Her prayer became more and more rapid as well as her already erratic breathing. And when it was upon her, it lifted its mace in the air. By reflex in a meaningless attempt to protect herself, she shielded herself with her arm, palm towards the incoming attack. But nothing came. She didn't felt the weapon crushing her bones and flesh, but an intense heat in her hand and screams of pain, all accompanied by the smell of burning flesh. Opening her eyes, she saw fire. Stream of flames pouring out of her hand. And the orc that supposed to be her butcher became her victim as it flailed around, trying to get itself rid of the fire. It screeched ans shouted in vain as the flames were eating his flesh until the monster fell with a thud. The flames kept pouring at the burning corpse. She yelped before shaking her hand, trying to put it out and suddenly it stopped. No more flames was licking her hand. She looked at it with bewilderment.

She was brought back to reality when the other orcs started to growl at her and were going to charge her. But once again, she brought her hands in front of her and they stopped, not wanting to join their late chief in death. Nothing happened. Seeing this, they laughed before charging with their weapons raised. "NO!" Shouted Rolande with her arms in front of her. Then the sensation of heat reappeared, this time in both her hands. The closest orc was soon on fire and started to screech. Seeing as the flames came back, she brought her palms towards the rest of the group. Each one of the orc was soon on fire, screaming as they scattered in every direction, flailing their arms as their pained screeches filled the air.

All immediate danger gone, she looked at her hands with a mixture of surprise, wonder and fear. It was only after the adrenaline stopped flowing that she felt it. A power like none other. It was like an extent of herself, almost like a second set of veins that went through her body. She clenched her fists. She felt powerful. In this instant of discovery and wonder, something inside her awoke. An emotion, a desire to protect and guide. While looking at her hands, she saw the smooth curves of the mask that was carve in her necklace. She understood. Her late father said that she had been blessed by Lady Gerechtigkeit when she was born. With this new-found strength, she ran towards her mother to see if no harm had been done to her.

"Mutti!" She exclaimed as she rushed at her mother side, taking her in her arms. "Rolande, I'm.. alright." Konstanze had trouble forming sentence, as the shock was still present. The fact that her beloved husband was just laying lifeless in front of her made her unable to react properly. It was impossible, she didn't want it to be real. "Mutti! Stay with me!" Those words quickly cut off the mother from her dark thoughts.

Helping her up, Rolande brought her to a nearby house, telling her to hunker down and hide. She was going to help, she was going to hunt down the monsters and make them pay. With fury, she ran towards the cries of help and terror. Arriving at the center of the village, she saw the attacking orcs encircling the rest of the living and breathing people that were huddled together. The children were embracing their mother while their cries filled the foul air, the men were all looking down or with their remaining families, staying together until the end. The monsters were all gloating and laughing with deep guttural noises. Seeing this made her blood boil. Rage consumed her being as her fist clenched and the light of flames appeared in her hands.

Not wasting any time, she yelled before bringing her palms forward, throwing a jet of flames towards the mass of orcs. They didn't even had any time to react that one screamed before falling dead. All of them turned around, looked at her and snarled before lifting their weapons and charged. Rolande responded with a snarl of her own as she showered every orcs that arrived in magical flames. However, they were too many and one of them managed to close the distance and swung at her. In an instant she tried to bring her left hand to burn it, but instead of the shower of flames, a transparent barrier formed. The club hit it and bounced back. She was as surprise by this than the orc that would have killed her. However, she recover from her surprise faster than her opponent and showed her right palm, throwing fire at the monster. As with the other, it screeched in pain before falling like the others.

Her body was tensed and ready to engage any new threat. But what greeted her instead of the raging orcs were the remains of their burned corpses. That's when she saw the villagers. All of them had their eyes wide and mouths agape. In their eyes there was gratitude, but also a trace of fear. A fear of her. She followed their eyes and saw that they were watching her flaming and glowing hands and understood. But before she could do anything, the sudden surge of power stopped and the magic that was manifesting in her hands disappeared. Her vision darkened and before she ever knew it, her body fell on the floor and she blacked out.

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Der Riese, lonely mountain.

She felt it. In the utter calmness that was the world she felt it. A little tug, a sensation of a power she knew, she was familiar with. A power that she hadn't felt since she arrived here. Someone had used magicka. And so, in all the years she had been meditating, Ysmir opened her eyes. Not far from her, an enormous form moved. Odavhiing from his perch lowered his head so that he could speak to her face to face. "Lost hi felt nii?" (Have you felt it?)

"Geh." Was the short answer as she slowly got up after taking Dragonbane that was laying on her lap, before putting back at her side. Floating beside her was her staff of Magnus. It twirled and swung around her before it suddenly stopped its little dance and floated towards her stretched hand. Once every objects was in her possession, she walked towards the lowered head of her companion and hopped on. He didn't needed a word of confirmation that the massive red dragon took off towards the source of the magic they had felt just before.

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