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Orc

He saw the she-Elves, all bright and fair. It made his eyes burn from their light. Still, he kept his gaze upon them.

They sat upon the stones of the river, the hens of their gowns soaking wet. They sang sweet songs while two of them played the harp and a flute. He listened carefully, remembering things he buried deep within his broken mind. Light. Laughter. White jewels.

Then the shout to charge forward and show no mercy came. The memories that sprouted from the song withered and died.

He aimed his crossbow and yelled.