Ok, people, I started thinking about why no one wrote something while having the perspective of an orc. Haven't seen it done before and I really wanted to see if I could do it. I know I can but now it's a matter of whether or not you people like this. Please, feel free to flame me for if you don't like this chapter, I'll assume that you won't like the rest and then it'll be just a waste of my life to write something more even if I do enjoy writing. I would really like to write something people would like to read so do be cynical if that is what you wish.
I found this an extremely NEW idea but please tell me if it's already been done before, I haven't seen it done. Once again, read and review please, I want to know if I should continue this or not. I'll assume no one likes it if it's only my select few friends. Anyway, I'll stop wasting more time than need be. Here's the story….
Nothing is beyond the wrath I have witnessed. It is a shock by nature though one would have guessed long ago such matters were teetering on the edge. A dangerous fear and loathing aroused between the nations and such contept has only lead us to bitter war.
In such war there are none who don't oppose one another and do fight with spirit and strength against their own brothers. It weakens my heart, an atrocity to the morals of gifted humanity; an atrophy to the soul and mind.
The orc lay quivering upon the earth, head bowed and unyielding as the blood cleansed the grass around him. A few arrows were entangled in his back dripped the foul liquid along his back and neck.
He moaned and bristled as he lay on the green turf, the thought of death gripping at every part of his body. The fear of it and the pain had ceased all existence and now it was the waiting. Death was far less painless than the orc had ever expected. Another man leaned over him as he wreathed and panted from striving to breathe, an elf it was.
"Let me first ask you why," the orc began to the elf though he was not sure if the elf would heed his question. Whether the elf would condone him or to reprieve him was up for debate, especially in such state. "It never had to be such way. Do you not believe me when I tell you so? We could have lived and prospered, to have a life that unwound into bygone days, where we could tell stories of great and valiant men. Yet, those days have come and not gone on accordingly. These men we speak of now are hear and untried, they fight the battles that still have yet to be won. It is all we see in the future and now is then.
These men have come-hither and for what cause? What noble cause has such low regards? To do battle with their rivals is that not intended? You are non-the better at this enigma than I." The elf made no reply or means in which to silence the orc. His cold eyes glared at him, disapprovingly but with intent to listen to what was to be said.
The orc twitched slightly and gazed for awhile into the deep sky. Neither made any gesture to break this natural silence.
"There was truly no need, I am given my orders only to be obeyed. I am as innocent and guilty as the next. I am loyal as should all be, noble and disciplined as you are. We are all honorable men, we follow such creed hand in hand as though we were born with similar will. I ask not from you, nor your people to reconsider or redirect your thought. The world shall not fail you; you shall fail the world."
Ok, I know an extremely unproductive and short chapter. Do let me know what you think because I'm not intent on people telling me nothing. Should I or should I not continue? I'm still working on another story by the way so if you don't please tell me so I can direct my attention onto my other stories. AND REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PRETTY PLEASE!!!!!!