Chapter Six
Brikwood
Age 5
I hid underneath my blanket in terror, trying to block out the noise outside my bedroom. Someone had gotten inside.
The noise wasn't the worst of it, though. No, the worst of it was the cold, defining silence that followed it. I crept out of my bedroom and slowly walked into the living room. It was empty, except for the smell of fresh blood and the bodies of my parents.
As I wept over them, a woman in a long black gown approached me. She bent down and cupped my cheek.
"A boy left alone, his family slaughtered by his own people."
She offers me her hand, which I accept. She led me out the door, over the wall, and into her castle. Orcs lined the halls guarding every door. I was alone, lost, and scared. What was to become of me?
I often looked up at the wall towering above me. In the end, I decided against climbing over it. This was my home now. I turned to go back to the castle but stopped for one final glance at the wall.
Someday, I would avenge my parents' death. I would make their clan suffer ten times more than I had.
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