The soldiers had been marching for some time now.They were over a hundred strong.Their destination :
Pays'hom.
A few hours later,those who were not killed by the soldiers were soon taken to the hexite mines.Among
the captives were Jirina,Kalen and their mother.A grim look was on all the captives,but behind Jirina's
gaze was a resolve that she would not be a slave for the rest of her life.If there was a way to free herself,
her family and her fellow grey org,she would find it.As the mines loomed closer,she could read in Kalen's
face that a similar idea was in her brother's head.
A few years had passed.It had been a long time since Jirina last saw her mother and brother.She never
saw her father again.Kalen had been missing,perhaps fled from his captors to become an Org-Ta.Jirina
had no way of knowing if this was so,but she grew tall and strong as she toiled at the mines.It was there
that she first encountered someone new.Someone she found odious.
"Well,what do we have here?"
"What do you want,you slug?"She growled.
"You will adress me as Greevus.Section captain Greevus."
Jirina stared at Greevus very sourly and she had every reason to do so.
"You better keep digging away.That hexite won't dig itself,you know."Greevus said."If only you were
less . . . muscular,then I could show my . . . rather tender touch."
It was all Jirina could do to contain herself.To be touched by the likes of Greevus infuriated her to no end.As
he left,Jirina dug away with a rage trying to find its release.As her anger subsided,she resolved to find
someone who would train her to become an Org-Ta.It was then she felt a new strength flowing into her
being.Where it came from,she had no idea . . . yet.
"Jirina?"
Joren's voice interrupted her toughts.
"Are you all right?" Joren asked.
Jirina merely nodded.With that,she turned to Joren and Ganik.
"Well,we have a long road ahead of us."
The three Org-Ta walked away from their camp.A few days later,the three were headed to Michi.Once
within the village,the trio wandered about,trying to find any sort of news.While Joren and Ganik looked
around,Jirina managed to acquire lodgings for the next few days for herself and her Warbrothers.While
she waited for them in this rather humble inn,Jirina found herself alone with her thoughts.Again she
recalled her days in the hexite mines.Again she found herself thinking of her lost family,of the hateful
Greevus . . . and of Pogras.
He called himself General Pogras.He was a blue org.Tall and powerfully built.While the other slaves
recoiled at his prescence,Jirina had to conceal any signs of defiance on her face.Pogras came to examine
the mines for any progress in the hexite excavation.Satisfied for now that things were going well here,he
left for the distant garrison near the Wyldern river.Hours later,as Jirina walked to her chambers,she
encountered a grey org who stepped out of the shadows.
"Who are you?"Jirina asked.
"I understand you are quite strong,right?"The strange org answered.
"Why are you interested in my strength?"She asked again.
"I can help you channel that strength to help you,thus helping free our people?"was the stranger's reply.
"Who are you?"
"I am Gar-ak,and I am Org -Ta.You will be Org-Ta too,if you will allow me."
Something about this Gar-ak reminded Jirina of an old mentor she knew back in Pays'hom who taught
her many things.Perhaps Gar-ak was indeed an Org-Ta.If so . . .
"I am willing to listen."Jirina said.
Pays'hom.
A few hours later,those who were not killed by the soldiers were soon taken to the hexite mines.Among
the captives were Jirina,Kalen and their mother.A grim look was on all the captives,but behind Jirina's
gaze was a resolve that she would not be a slave for the rest of her life.If there was a way to free herself,
her family and her fellow grey org,she would find it.As the mines loomed closer,she could read in Kalen's
face that a similar idea was in her brother's head.
A few years had passed.It had been a long time since Jirina last saw her mother and brother.She never
saw her father again.Kalen had been missing,perhaps fled from his captors to become an Org-Ta.Jirina
had no way of knowing if this was so,but she grew tall and strong as she toiled at the mines.It was there
that she first encountered someone new.Someone she found odious.
"Well,what do we have here?"
"What do you want,you slug?"She growled.
"You will adress me as Greevus.Section captain Greevus."
Jirina stared at Greevus very sourly and she had every reason to do so.
"You better keep digging away.That hexite won't dig itself,you know."Greevus said."If only you were
less . . . muscular,then I could show my . . . rather tender touch."
It was all Jirina could do to contain herself.To be touched by the likes of Greevus infuriated her to no end.As
he left,Jirina dug away with a rage trying to find its release.As her anger subsided,she resolved to find
someone who would train her to become an Org-Ta.It was then she felt a new strength flowing into her
being.Where it came from,she had no idea . . . yet.
"Jirina?"
Joren's voice interrupted her toughts.
"Are you all right?" Joren asked.
Jirina merely nodded.With that,she turned to Joren and Ganik.
"Well,we have a long road ahead of us."
The three Org-Ta walked away from their camp.A few days later,the three were headed to Michi.Once
within the village,the trio wandered about,trying to find any sort of news.While Joren and Ganik looked
around,Jirina managed to acquire lodgings for the next few days for herself and her Warbrothers.While
she waited for them in this rather humble inn,Jirina found herself alone with her thoughts.Again she
recalled her days in the hexite mines.Again she found herself thinking of her lost family,of the hateful
Greevus . . . and of Pogras.
He called himself General Pogras.He was a blue org.Tall and powerfully built.While the other slaves
recoiled at his prescence,Jirina had to conceal any signs of defiance on her face.Pogras came to examine
the mines for any progress in the hexite excavation.Satisfied for now that things were going well here,he
left for the distant garrison near the Wyldern river.Hours later,as Jirina walked to her chambers,she
encountered a grey org who stepped out of the shadows.
"Who are you?"Jirina asked.
"I understand you are quite strong,right?"The strange org answered.
"Why are you interested in my strength?"She asked again.
"I can help you channel that strength to help you,thus helping free our people?"was the stranger's reply.
"Who are you?"
"I am Gar-ak,and I am Org -Ta.You will be Org-Ta too,if you will allow me."
Something about this Gar-ak reminded Jirina of an old mentor she knew back in Pays'hom who taught
her many things.Perhaps Gar-ak was indeed an Org-Ta.If so . . .
"I am willing to listen."Jirina said.