LEGEND OF THE MONK: book one

chapter 13

    Chapter 13

               ORCS ARE NOT FRIENDS

 Yotto stood high on the mountain side, black storms swirling in the sky. The wind blew hard, whipping around his body, almost taking him from the cliff. Why was he here? Yotto wondered, shivering in the biting wind, Lighting crashed and water began to pour from the sky, turning the sky even more black than before. Yotto turned, seeking shelter from the storm. A strong red hand grasps him by the throat, shutting off his airway. Yotto looked up to see the tiefling's evil face, laughing at him, his voice echoing in Yottos head. He tried to resist the beast, attacking his arms with all his strength, but the tiefling's grip held true. With a final, deep, throat, laugh the tiefling threw the boy from the ledge, Yotto falling to his death.Yotto sat up from his bedroll in a cold sweat, his sais in both hands. Even though he was awake, the blond monk still felt like he was falling, and his heart still raced in his chest. Another nightmare and this one was just as bad as the others, and always with a tieifling that he has NEVER met. With a deep sigh, Yotto placed the sais back in the cast and slid it into the pack. It was still night and the crisp air felt nice. The blond monk layed back down, his mind flooded with questions. Who was this teifling,why am i dreaming about him killing me, how am I supposed to find Gallon Port? Yotto then thought of JoNeek, and how he wished the monk hadn't tried to kill him and maybe he wouldn't be here. Yotto sighed, looking out across the tall grass, just before the forest. watching the grass blow in the wind, the blond monk seen an orange glow of a campfire. He sat up, straining his eyes to see anything more, but he was to far away. Yotto got to his feet, kicking off his bed roll. He look to the eastern sky, seeing a faint blue line touching the black sky. Daylight would be coming in about an hour. Yotto quickly gathered his things, shoving them into his pack. That campfire could be his salvation, he thought. If that was a caravan, or a group traveling to a town maybe he could tag along, or at least get directions to the nearest town.  Yotto headed across the open field, toward the camp, staying low in the tall grass. He wanted to see them before they seen him, just in case they wasn't a friendly traveler. the blond monk make it to the wood line, staying quiet as a mouse. He could see a little movement, but still couldn't make out the figures, Yotto had to get closer. he made his way into the woods, staying low and as quiet as he could manage. He slipped from tree to tree, inching his way to the camp. He did this until he had found  a good line of sight and waited to see who was there. Leaning around a tree to get a good look at the group,he hered a twig snap from his left. The blond monk froze in place, slowly turning his head toward the sound. He seen a shadowy figure leaned against a near by tree, not thirty steps from him. Yotto breathed a sigh of relief. Whoever it was, they hadn't noticed the monk. He slowly went from a crouch to prone, laying flat to the ground, chest touching the wet grass. A deep, throaty, grumble cause the monk to look back to the camp. He could clearly see the group now, and it wasn't a caravan. Yotto happened to come up on an Orc camp, and he assumed the figure mext to the tree was and Orc as well, standking guard. Yotto knew he should sneak out of there, but he had never seen orcs before and he was courious. The youn monk had learned of them at the monastery, what they looked like, and some of their strengths and weaknesses, but he had never seen one up close.  The orcs sat around a blazing campfire, eating some sort of slaughterd animal, although Yotto didn't know what. The orc ont he other side of the fire was yelling and pointing, and grabbing at his bone necklace. he must be in charge, yotto thought. Suddley Yotto was pulled from his train of thought, hearing someone apporaching from the north, directly behind him. Yotto cursed himself for being so foolish. Not only was he just laying down in the tall grass, the black sky was turning a dark blue, daylight was coming. Yotto had to think of somthing fast, he knew the reputations of orcs, and he refused to be caught by them. If he was lucky they would kill him on sight, but the evil creatures were known for taking slaves, and the blond monk chose death before he would become a slave to a camp full of orcs.