Hi guys. I would like to make a very important announcement. There are people telling me they are against some of the things that were said in some of the chapters, ppl telling me that my action is choppy, and ppl telling me that they don't believe everyone is drunk. THIS IS FROM LY'SYN'S POV. This means that to her, everyone seemed drunk. It's called exaggeration, everyone does it. It's like when you catch a small fish and every time you talk about the fish it somehow gets bigger and bigger. Also, she said the gnome was helpless because it wasn't expecting some idiot to trip over it. And for the last part about the choppy action, yes it was choppy, and for a very good reason. She got hit in the head with a frying pan guys. Her memory's not going to be the best. And this story isn't being told as if all of this happened 3 seconds ago. It will all be cleared up later on. I'd tell you now but I don't want to ruin it XP.

I just needed to clear that up for you all.

Now on with the chapter .

Linkc

My head was killing me. I tried to rub my temples, but my arms were being restrained by something. When I looked up I saw they were chains. A prisoner of war. I figured they would torture me to death, or made me starve. I thought of many possible situations, all ending in my death. I couldn't cry at this realization though. I guess it just seemed right, my dying in such a place. I was sure that when the alliance won the wa they would discover my body so all would be well.

It didn't happen any of the ways I thought.

"Look mon," said a woman with a very heavy accent, reminded me of those drunks in Menthial. "She be up."

"Good," said a deep, raspy voice. "Now we can deal with her." They walked into my small chamber, bearing weapons and a torch.

The troll, quite beautiful despite the many stories I've heard, looked at me with great disgust. She looked ready to spit on me. The orc just seemed to be happy holding a large club, not the most reassuring look to be honest. The troll brought the torch up to my face to get a closer look at me.

"Yeah, it her," she said. "She look like Anaterin." And then she spat on the ground.

"What?" I gasped, surprised at the mention of my brother's name.

"Quiet!" the orc croaked, striking me across the face with his large club rather harshly. "Let us deal with her now."

"We can burn her face," suggested the troll. "or her whole body and eat her." The orc seemed a bit distrubed by the suggestion.

"Or we could just burn her."

"If you wanted her dead, why bring her here?" a male troll asked from the shadows.

"Zug Zug Linkc," the orc greeted the new arrival.

"Just kill her, do not drag it out." Linkc suggested.

"She Anaterin's sista," the female troll said, spitting again.

"And he's dead.He da one who did da crime, not da girl. She has nuttin to do wit it."

"He killed our families!" cried the orc. "Now we kill his!"

"Den do it already. She don't deserve torture. If her family must grieve more den at least make her suffering quick."

"I have no family," I spoke up. The orc looked ready to strike me again, but Linkc stepped in the way.

"What you say?" he asked me.

"My fasmily is dead, if you kill me, no one will grieve."

They stayed quiet for a few moments until Linkc took the club frm the orc.

"You be wise to keep your mouth shut, sista." Then I was out again.

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The next thing I saw was a green mohawk. My inner alarm was going off. I struggled, figuring I was being restrained again. Unfortunately it was too dark to see very much.

"It be alright sista," the green mohawk said. The voice sounded slightly familiar. "I be takin ya back." The word back made me realize what was going on, he was carrying me.

"Why?" I asked quietly.

"There be no reason to torture ya. I take ya back."

"...Thank you..."

"One question though. Are ya really Anaterin's sista?" After he said this, I rested my head on his shoulder. This was going to be an interesting conversation.

"Yes," I answered, preparing for my own question. "What did they mean by Anatherin killing their families? That doesn't sound like him."

Linkc sighed. "I tink he was followin orders, but he came and destroyed our villages. He set dem on fire, slaughtered civilians. But den he killed a child... He screamed, den he killed himself."

I gasped. At first, I knew he would never do anything like that, but then I thought about it. He would always follow orders. And he hated the horde via our losses in battle. And killing a child, no matter the race, it would tear him apart... It sounded like him. It really did.

Linkc placed me down on the ground, allowing me to walk freely.

"I leave you here, da alliance camp is down dis road," he told me.

"What about Menthial?" I asked.

"It be a mess right now," he answered quietly. I nodded.

"Thank you again," I told him, bowing in respect. He saluted me.

"Good luck Anaterin's sista."

"Call me Ly'syn."

"Good luck Ly'syn."

And I had my first friend of the horde.

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Alright there's chapter 4. Sorry it took so long to update. This chapter is a bit choppy as well because she got hit in the head twice XP