People..villages.. cities.. kingdoms.. countries.. and worlds... Lives that flourish, that suffer, and that are on the line, in danger of wars and conflicts.
At the dead of night, a large camp on a large hill is full of human soldiers, on a suicide mission in an attempt to strike back at the orcs that had retaliated after they attacked first in the past, and now the kingdom wants revenge. As guards patrol with spears and swords at their hilts, walking around in heavy armor, men sleep in their tents. Torches and campfires illuminate their site, with defensive spikes surrounding the camp, and the men believe they are safe for now while the night is silent, yet the air is tense as they are in the wilderness within enemy territory. The guards are tired of this sort of work, risking their lives for battles that their superiors cannot even fight for themselves- nobles and rulers who value their own lives over what they think are tools or pawns, though their lives are risked for the higher-ups' own agendas. Nevertheless, these soldiers only know how to serve just to survive. Two soldiers speak as they guard their posts. One says to the other,
"Hey man, do you ever just think of being something other than being a soldier for this army?" The other replies,
"Not particularly; it's the only job where I can feed my family." They pause for a moment, and the first soldier speaks again,
"Oh come on, you've never thought of being a knight? A blacksmith? Or a craftsman or something?" The other replies again
"Well, it's the easiest job to get, though it's dangerous; our family gets paid enough so that they don't go hungry; that's all that matters to me." The first one sighs, head down in disappointment, "Alright then, I don't blame you either way. This is how we live; it's our indomitable will to move forward despite our situation". Although this night, their will to survive will be tested. The night grows more eerily silent as the winds start to blow an unsettling whistle, clouds cover the moon, and the land becomes darker. The two armed soldiers look around as a sudden chill runs down their spines, crawling on them as if their instincts are telling them that something's coming. One says, whispering shakily
"D-d-do you feel that??" The other, shaking with fear as well, says, " W-w-what th-the hell is this f-feeling?? Like s-something's at our throats??…" Trembling in their armor as the air fill with thick and heavy pressure coming from the dark forest in front of them, as the ground shakes, though it is faint they hear the loud crashing of wood and roaring of fires as the screams of men in agony "WE'RE BEING AMBUSHED" another says "IT'S THE ORCS, GET YOUR WEAPONS" and another screams "RUN!! THEY'VE GOT BURNING RUNES" while metals clash in battle, bones crackle, the sound of flesh torn to shreds, these two haven't been attacked yet, though they panic had they turned around and are horrified as they see orcs rampaging and demolishing the camp, men scrambling for their weapons to try fending off orcs. However, these two who guarded one side of the camp attempt to flee and find refuge elsewhere. "WE NEED TO GO!" The soldier shouts, "INTO THE WOODS?! THAT'S DANGEROUS!!" The other shouts, "IT'S BETTER THAN FIGHTING ORCS WHO ALREADY HAVE THE UPPER HAND! COME ON!" They take what they can from their post and run down the hill toward the forest through a narrow dirt path, but they are stunned in place out of shock between the camp and the forest as the pressure weighs them down and they tremble while gripping their weapons like their lives depended on them. However, gripping such weak weapons will not save them from the beast in the forest, as it has made it clear that their fate is already sealed. Rumors spoke of phenomena that made warriors' spirits crumble and their bodies freeze as they trembled like frail dogs; both soldiers thought as they felt their bodies go unresponsive.
"Why can't I move?!" They clench their teeth, bracing themselves as an ear-piercing, shrieking roar booms from the forest like a wailing lady, yet also a bellowing orc coming from the forest. Their hearts race out of their chests as birds scatter as the creature charges forward, holding an axe bigger than itself; its bloody-red glowing eyes burn with fury. As it comes out of the shadows, a slender but masculine figure, scarred and rough, with spiked armor and a fur cloak; it wasn't human. Emerged from the darkness was an orc; however, it wasn't as ugly and large, nor was it slow and clumsy. They saw a human-like body, a physique a female warrior would have, though larger than normal, as if her eyes were almost human but still wild with an ominous color. In contrast, her teeth still had tusks, which is one of the only things that fully resembles an orc, as much as the pointy ears and green skin; the men were in utter shock. At the same time, they tried to scream, yet were only able to squeak to see a human-like orc that came out of the forest, though a short-lived sight due to them being cleaved without even having time to comprehend what happened to their bodies, cut in half without being able to hear a sound or feel anything happen, just a rush of confusion, shock, and coldness. As blood drains out and guts spill from the bodies of the two men. The sky opens as the clouds part and drift away from the moon as it gleams over the battlefield, blood-stained red and green. Burnt and blackened from the soot of the torches, plumes of smoke make a pillar of black clouds. The camp hushed as the troops of ambushing orcs retreat with the wounded and all there are left are the strongest warriors of the human camp still standing yet injured, six soldiers, three captains, five archers, two mages, and two nobles one child and father ready to fight what comes next, except this fight is not something they can win as the only orc left in the battle field is more than a human or an orc though possibly the best of both worlds, a creature which her loud shrieks that echoes are followed by brutality that is comparable to more than an army of orcs that clashed with kingdoms. Then she speaks herself, "Vengeance is best served as a rude awakening; foolish little fools like these should know whom they choose to fight against. As my tribe is more than just orcs." Grinning eerily up the hill,
"We are abominations you've unleashed upon yourselves. We are bred to strike fiercer, yet to differ from many others. All who enrage us will feel our carnage, though they are intriguing, as they are seeking their feeble revenge, picking a fight they can't even finish... "