Wode, she says to herself, I miss ye so much my friend
For so long Wode had been her only friend. From the day she found him they had never been far from each other. But now they were separated, possibly galaxies from each other.
I remember when we first met.
Yasreana had been sent to the Stormlord Mountains to give a letter to Shard, a gem gargoyle and leader of the clan that ruled the northern section of the mountain range. She was traveling back traveling through the woods when she came upon a pair of young orcs poking at something.
She decides to go around them.
Its not worth my time to get into a fight right now. she thought to herself as she worked her way through the woods.
Then she heard something, a high-pitched yelp.
She turned to see a dead dire wolf and a pair of pups.
The orcs had killed the Mother and had begun torturing the pups.
One of the pups cowered next to the mothers corpse, but the other was striving to protect its sibling.
There is something special about this one. Yasreana thought as she watched the young pup trying desperately to fend off is attackers.
Then one of the orcs stabbed the cowering pup and bellowed, This shall make a fine snack.
She couldn't sit and let them kill the other pup. A creature with such strength of spirit deserves to live.
Leave that one to me, she spoke in the language common to orcs in this area, though not well.
As one of the orcs lifted his head she was barely able to make out its words this be ours, if you want it you gonna hafta kill us.
If I must, I must
As she leaped out of the brush the end of her staff landed at the base of one orcs skull, snapping his neck instantly. The second quickly turned and slashed at her with his rusty scimitar, cutting her left arm above her silver bracer.
Now then the orc looked her over as they stood facing each other. You will fill my belly tonight child this time it spoke in the common tongue.
If that is my fate then so be it, but I will not make an easy meal. She tried to hide the fear in her voice.
Easy enough. He said as he slashed at her again.
Yasreana dodged out of the way as the orcs sword tore her cape.
Then, as he stumbled, she landed a blow on his throat and crushed his windpipe.
As the orc gasped for air, she reached into her pouch and pulled out her knife.
It would appear that you are to be the meal, she said proudly, though not mine with those words she cut a small slit across his throat, though not enough to finish him off.
She then picked up the pup and rubbed some of the orcs blood on its tongue. She then coxed it to eat at the orc, who was now in pain, bleeding to death.
As the pup gorged at the orcs throat Yasreana spoke in her native tongue I think Ill call you Wode.
A tear streams down Yas' cheek as the memory fades.
I will see you again my friend