The Forgotten

Chapter 1

It was a scorching hot morning in Kalimdor. The citizens of Orgrimmar just woke up, while the guards of the Horde's capital city had their shift changes. Still, the city was even quieter that usual, which might be because of all the soliders that were sent out to war with the Alliance. 

While the sand was already flying through the air, earning a cough from Travelers who weren't used to it, the first rays of the sun made their way through the window bars of a cell. A small human Girl, not older than 16, who sat inside that cell looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the streets on the outside of her prison. She squinted her eyes at the bright Light, which made a strong contrast to the dark, dusty and cold prison cell she was chained into.

The Girl did not wear much, only a long, once white, shirt that was dirty and soaked with all types of liquids, and a slip, that was not in any better condition. Her blond Hair was rumpled and greasy, her once pale white skin was covered in mud and other types of dirt. Not to forget the really bad smell she was wrapped in.

But it is not like she didn't know. No, she knew more than anyone else, because barely did anyone come in. There was some Orc, who would slip some awful tasting soup, together with a stale piece of bread and a wooden cup of water, under the locked door of her cell. The young Girl really didn't like it, nor did she like the Orcs. She did not know of her Name, her Family or of anyone in the outside World, except for those who had sold her. No one ever told her, why she is hated and treated like a slave. No one ever told her why she IS a slave in the first place. The Girl always wished she could ask someone, or that someone would tell her, but she can't speak their language, she does not know how to talk, no one ever thaught her. She does understand what they say, but she doesn't know how she should make the same Noises, not to mention that she doesn't think she should learn, because of how the Orcs treat the other slaves, the moment one of them opens their mouth.

The sixteen year old shook her head slowly, while letting unrecognizable sounds escape her mouth. She leaned her back at the wall she was chained to and tried to relax, as far as possible for her. The girl knew, that soon, the same Orc would appear and slip her "breakfast" through the door. She looked to her right and her left, at her wounded ankles, which were chained painfully tight, hurting her every move.

As she knew, the Orc was bringing the same thing she ate every day, slipping it under the door like always. The Girl sent the hand a glare, as if it would change anything. A pissed voice, of an pissed Orc, started to speak, frightening the teen. "Hurry up. The Warchief has commanded your presence." He demands, staring coldly and annoyed at the door, behind which the Human sat.

The Girl did as she was ordered, not wanting to take another beating. She knew that the Warchief was someone important, after all, everyone talks about his strengh. The youmg one always listened to the citizens, since she had nothing else to do. The voices of others calmed her. She only was in Orgrimmar for around two years now, before that, she was used as a weapon on some outside post the Horde had.

She slipped the empty cup and bowl back through the door, to signal that she had finished. The Orc pushed open the door of the Girl's cell, immediatly wrinkeling his nose at the smelly cell and it's also smelly prisoner. He took the chains from the wall and pulled the girl behind him. The teen suppressed a hiss, as her ankles were burnig with pain, but a tear still roled down her cheek. The Orc didn't seem to care about her being in pain and only pulled her after him, while ignoring the disgused stares that were sent to the Girl in chains.

The human was thrown infront of the Warchiefs feet inside Grommash Hold. She immediately tried to stand up, without success. She hasn't been standing for almost two years, her legs were very weak at that moment and everyone knew. But the Girl still tried again, this time, despite still having her problems with keeping her balance up, capable of standing in front of the Warchief. She did not look at him, she looked at the ground, as she did not like standing in front of others while looking like some undead bear. It seemed like all the importand people were in that room at the same moment, she just looked like a fool, which was not a good feeling.

Garrosh let out a scoff, looking at the girl in front of him. His hate for humans was shared with many others in that room. He has heard of her, of her being one of the strongest weapons, even stronger than most soliders of his. He knows who her family is, he knows that she does not, and he knows that her being under his control will hurt the Alliance, the King, even more that her pure power. A wicked grin spread across his face as he watched the girl feeling uncomfortable. Garrosh very well knew, how to get her to do as he commands and he would use this knowlege against her and his enemies.