Author's Note: Hello, hello. I come with a humble heart asking for my reader's forgiveness, for I have not updated in two weeks.I hope the summer will prove to be excellent updating time,so I hope you can bear with me until then. Hope you like the chapter (I know it is short for such a long wait, but please still review) and sorry again. With that said, Delightful reading!
"Knight in Shining Armor"
Laureligh's eyes searched frantically around, wide open. Her heart pounded wildly and adrenaline shot through her body. She tried to scream or yell for help, but the orc's grip choked the breath from her lungs.
He dragged her off the path and began through the woods. Laureligh kicked hysterically at the ground, trying to latch on to something. Finally her foot caught a root, forcing them the stop, but the orc wrenched her forward, launching pain up and down her leg. Moaning with pain, she began sobbing, not able to bear her fear.
'What do I do?' she screamed silently in her head as she clawed vainly at the hand clamped on her mouth,fighting her desire to give up. Her mind reeling with panic, shedesperately began to fling her arms at his torso, when they stopped abruptly. He heaved her onto the ground, sending fresh pain up her leg. She crumpled onto the earth, tattered and beaten. Her will to run had diminished and all hope she had was now despair.
Sniffing the air, the orc scanned the terrain, alert riddled in his face. Once he was assured there was no danger, he propped himself upon a tree comfortably and quickly ate a small morsel he drew from a pocket. He smacked his lips disgustingly, saliva dripping from his vile mouth. He was grimy with filth and had a huge scar across his left eye, which was swollen and blue. His teeth were pale yellow and his gums were dirty and scabbed. As she examined his appearance, she noticed he had broken armor on with rags underneath and his hands seemed bloated and infected. She felt nauseous.
Once he had his fill, he wiped his blade clean of an earlier hunt and tucked it away behind his back. There was silence for a minute, save for the orc's coarse breath, as he eyed Laureligh. She looked away, not giving away to any emotion as she felt his stare upon her.
After a minute, he wiped his mouth with the back of his filthy hand and walked toward Laureligh with a smirk. She tried not to flinch or cry, but the tears began to well up as he grasped her long hair and yanked her up roughly. She let out a small whimper, making the orc pull harder. Just as she felt she could bear it no more, a twig snapped nearby, catching the orc's attention. He threw her down, nervously looking for an enemy. He pulled his blade out, sniffing the air slowly, when a small creature scampered out in front of them.
"A gopher?" the orc sneered with a snort. His muscles relaxed, now out of danger, and he laughed in spite of himself. Seizing the moment, Laureligh swung her legs with all her might, hitting the orc behind his knees. They buckled, sweeping him onto his back with a loud "owf", making him drop his knife. Acting quickly, she grabbed it and plunged it deep within his chest. A groan escaped his lungs, dark blood now trickling slowly from his torso.
"It's a groundhog," she muttered.