Entry the Twelfth – My Room
Here I sit, in the green room I loved so much, but even now it is not enough to comfort me. Grievous news has come to me this day. My first love in this universe, my former captor, my savior, is dead. Narwain came to my room early this morning. He said there was a dying orc in the dungeon asking for me by name. I would hear no more before I ran to the dungeons beneath the palace. Sure enough, there he lay behind the bars, with part of a blade still lodged in his chest. His eyes widened and he smiled through the pain when he saw me approach. He had the look of someone who had just received his final wish.
"Memoria… I thought I'd never see you again." He said haltingly.
"Magar…" I bent down and touched his face. "Who did this to you?"
"Lucha, but that doesn't matter. It's an infected wound, beyond all help now. The elves captured me a few days ago, and I thought it was worth a try to at least ask for you." He answered, his voice fading.
"You should have asked for medicine instead! The elves here are great healers, they might have been able to save you" I felt the tears beginning.
"Elven medicine doesn't work on orcs…" he coughed "All I wanted was to see you one last time before I leave this world. Look at you, prettier as I always knew. I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble by saying I knew you."
"Shh… Don't worry. I'll be safe and cared for here. I'm friends with the Queen" I said, between sobs.
"Memoria," His voice had faded to a whisper "no matter what happens, promise me you'll remember what I say. I want you to be happy, you belong here, and please… please try to remember me as something more than just an orc. Don't ever forget… I love you." With a final sigh, he expired. My mouth opened to cry, but no sound came out. Instead, I just threw my arms around him and wept.
*Memoria stopped keeping her diary here, but I will continue to tell the story. I know it because I was there.*
Here I sit, in the green room I loved so much, but even now it is not enough to comfort me. Grievous news has come to me this day. My first love in this universe, my former captor, my savior, is dead. Narwain came to my room early this morning. He said there was a dying orc in the dungeon asking for me by name. I would hear no more before I ran to the dungeons beneath the palace. Sure enough, there he lay behind the bars, with part of a blade still lodged in his chest. His eyes widened and he smiled through the pain when he saw me approach. He had the look of someone who had just received his final wish.
"Memoria… I thought I'd never see you again." He said haltingly.
"Magar…" I bent down and touched his face. "Who did this to you?"
"Lucha, but that doesn't matter. It's an infected wound, beyond all help now. The elves captured me a few days ago, and I thought it was worth a try to at least ask for you." He answered, his voice fading.
"You should have asked for medicine instead! The elves here are great healers, they might have been able to save you" I felt the tears beginning.
"Elven medicine doesn't work on orcs…" he coughed "All I wanted was to see you one last time before I leave this world. Look at you, prettier as I always knew. I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble by saying I knew you."
"Shh… Don't worry. I'll be safe and cared for here. I'm friends with the Queen" I said, between sobs.
"Memoria," His voice had faded to a whisper "no matter what happens, promise me you'll remember what I say. I want you to be happy, you belong here, and please… please try to remember me as something more than just an orc. Don't ever forget… I love you." With a final sigh, he expired. My mouth opened to cry, but no sound came out. Instead, I just threw my arms around him and wept.
*Memoria stopped keeping her diary here, but I will continue to tell the story. I know it because I was there.*
