The Dog

Animals

After the gruesome events that occurred on what remained of my town, I decided that staying would be a costly idea. As soon as I had buried my parents I had decided to venture forth to god know where. Clearly it wasn't long before I ended up half starved on the side of the road, luckily for me I was not the only one who was traveling on what seemed to be a very lonesome road.

A man called Gransto Llenorio and his contraband seemed to had found my half starved body right on the side of the road. This man saw potential in the lost hungry little boy he saw, he decided to take and keep me as a slave. Gransto was a very wealthy man, once a slave himself he came across an opportunity that no men would dare let by.

I woke up much later that day in what I recall to be the crappiest place I had ever set my gaze upon. The walls where filthy and covered in blood, a concrete room full of strangers and rats. The smell was so atrocious you could taste it in your mouth and to make matters worse I was shackled to the rest of the men in there. It wasn't long when some kind of soldiers bring in the food. They threw it right on a crack across the dirty floor. Every man in there rushed towards the front of the cell like beasts pushing each other off so they could eat a handful of this garbage. I couldn't help but think at the time how we were being treated like animals, like dogs! These thoughts were not enough to keep me from eating that nasty vile shit they called food. I was starving and it was better than nothing.

After that battle for scraps I took a step back. Sitting in this cold unfamiliar place I could not help but recall the previous events that had occurred the nights before. I hid the tears that came to my face as every time my mind would be still all I could see was my mutilated angle of a mother and my iron willed father with a knife in his chest! I felt a presence pierce through me. I looked around as I wiped the tears that ran across my cheeks. Not soon after my eyes came in contact with the cell mirroring mine, sitting by himself was an orc. Never had I seen an orc in my life before. I had heard stories of these creatures and the battle rage and unmatched anger. He was a very dark and dirty puke green color, his hair was dark with streaks of white indicating his age I had presumed. His eyes were a dark yellow like old worn out Amber stone, his face looked battered and angry. But for some reason I felt like a some what calm and trusting nature of him.

I couldn't help but stare, inspecting his features. As I took him in, his glare never faltered back. I heard the doors open and a loud shout.

"I'm back!" said the unknown man.