My eyes shot open, I scream still feeling the pain at my chest… As my eyesight returns to me, I realize it was only a nightmare… But it felt so real. I can still feel the blade but it's vaguer now. In truth, I had that same nightmare forever. I had it since… Well since I can last remember. Brockin shot up when he heard me screaming and checked up on me, "Tha' Nightmare?" He asked. I nodded grimly, I only told Brockin the nightmare, he was as much puzzled as I am about it… Who is Mordrith? Why is he even in my nightmares? Why do I have this nightmare in the first place! As all my senses returns fully, the pain dimmed and slowly faded away almost as it never happened… But the memory of the pain was too horrible and it's the same every time I wake… Instantly I try to dismiss the nightmare and the pain. I say to Brockin, "So let's git sum proper food ter eats now!"

Brockin smiled and went out with a few gold pieces, leaving me behind to watch over the rest of the gold pieces – to make sure the other lads and lasses don't steal them. Brockin came back with a couple of slug meat – baby slug meat. I asked, "Does tis tastes as nices as wee hears?"

"Dunno – let's tries…" Brockin said. We each took a piece of the slug meat and bites into it. It was as they say… It was simply delicious! Brockin obviously agrees as he gobbled up his piece and ate another one. I gobbled up mine and took some more – after we're finished eating. I stood up licking my lips, this was a queer change from the normal food…

Lain ran up to us crying out, "Thar's tis weird breed o' orcs in tha' town lookin' fer yers toos! Yers gotta git outta 'ere!"

"Wot?" I asked confused. We soon found out what he meant. From the door, packs of orcs of queer looking, they were much taller than other orcs, they looked much stronger and powerful. These orcs roared out in anger and fury then marched on searching the rest of the room of orphans (who were pretty terrified you can imagine). Brockin took me by the arm and dragged me down behind a few large rocks.

One orc cried out, "We're fighting Uruk-Hai, find 'em now!" We quietly sneaked around the room, hiding behind everything we could - until we were near the door but an uruk-hai guarded it. "Oi – the twins are 'ere!" One of them cried out. Brockin took my hand and we ran for our lives. After what seemed like moments, something hit the back of my back. In pain, I scream then collapse… Remembering no more…

I snap my eyes in shock and pain. I was in a small cell. I groan then realize that Brockin is not here – I'm alone here! I cry out for Brockin, quite afraid but I knew he was never going to hear… Footsteps were outside, loud ones – an uruk-hai came in and dragged me by the arm, taking me to my death, I thought…

"Put him down there…" The uruk-hai ordered. The one who was dragging me obeyed then left. I looked around the room and saw Brockin there! He was tied up and had many wounds on the head and face, he was looking down to the floor – what did they do to him?

"Welcome to my stronghold, Brookin." He says, but the way he said it was grim and seemed like he was plotting something…

I growl, "Who arr yers? You've nay rights ter keeps me an' Brockin 'ere! An' wat haves yer done ter Brockin! Wat doos yers 'ant witt us?" The uruk-hai noticed my bellows and simply replied, "I am Freikron the Great."

Freikron mutters, "I simply punished Brockin for what he did to me when we first met…"

I grumble, "Wat haves yers done ter me back?"

"One of my fools shot you and you would do well to thank me otherwise you would have died of blood loss."

I ask again, "Wat doos yers 'ant witt us…"

"Sweet revenge…" This time it was Freikron's turn of growling.

Brockin mumbled for the first time, "Thay 'ant revenge on booth o' us an' our father, who did sumthin' ter 'em…" I looked at Brockin confused – he had changed, he sounded lost, broken…? Freikron roared, "Get them out of my sight… They're boring me…" His guards took me and Brockin and dumped us back into our cells…

"Brockin… Wat has thay dones ter yers?" I cry out.

"I darren't want ter talk 'bout tis!" He snaps.

"Sorry…" I mutter, looking a bit frightened now, Brockin never felt or behaved like this…

"I'm sorry butt please… Darren't makes me remember…" Brockin pleaded. Silence came into the cell now…