Dragon Of The Rose ✔️

Chapter 5 - 'Black-Death'

"Amarathae!" Nyssi says "wake up."

Silence

I could feel the rough cold of the floor beneath me. I stumbled as I stood up, grabbing onto prickly vines. I heard footsteps coming as I tightened my grip. I opened my eyes to see an orc face to face opening the enclosure. As the orc opened the cage, I could smell his repulsive smell coming from him. The orc spoke in a language I knew all to well.

"Your awake. Boss nalkra's ve zee lat," said the orc.

"Jiak liwo olk leave," I replied back in their language.

I looked around to find an escape. I finally landed my eyes on the orc as he grabbed me and pulled me out of the cage. This cage is big enough to fit a dragon. I was out of my cage as I tried to book it, but was too late as the orc grabbed me for the second time and pushed me in front of him as we started walking.

He led me down a dark hallway with lanterns hanging up on the demolished stone. I looked further down the hallway. I could see him growing bigger as we got closer.

The Pale Orc.

I could hear him talking to another orc. He turned his head as we came to a stop. I moved my gaze downward to the floor as we approached him.

"She's awake."

"Azog," I said as I gritted my teeth.

"Oh, she knows my name," he says "like I know yours."

"How?"

"Just two words."

I nudged him further to speak.

"Black. Death," he finally says

I tensed. That name sounds familiar, " I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know what I'm talking about," he replied

"No...no I don't."

"Your father gave you this nickname."

"Wait, How do you know my father?" I asked

"I knew of him by an unknown force, I can't say."

Unknown force? I thought

"Do you know what happened with my father?"

"I do," he responded

I waited for a response. Then finally the pale orc spoke.

"He joined forces with...with the necromancer," he said walking around me, making me nervous "and Saruman."

"No...that c-can't be real."

"It is," he said making his third time around, "he joined our side to...to save..."

He stopped in front of me facing me, "You."

I felt like somebody had struck me with a sword. I knew this feeling. Guilt, because I was the one that killed my own father for choosing that path. I knew my journey was done when Gandalf had told me. His words rang through my mind, "It will turn you, just like your father."

I had a new goal, a new journey and that was to kill this very orc that was standing in front of me. Azog. This was not Bard's doing. My father was under a spell, a dark spell. I needed to get out of here. I needed to have a talk with Bard.

My teeth started to grit and my hands clinched, "I can see someone's getting angry."

I wanted to clean his head off right then and there, but decided to wait when the time was...right.