Survivor

The Storm

The Calm before the battle was tense you could see that some of these people were not ready to face a battle. You could sneeze  and some of the warriors would jump in fear if they did not run away. If it had not been for her promise to her Ada she would have left with the rest.

They had been caught unprepared for this type of battle since most orcs did not come this way for being fearful of the dragons wrath. Since most dragon could not stand orcs.

Gweithiril watched the elves prepared their bows to shoot from their perch in the cracks and crevices of the cliff walls as other elves took up swords and long daggers and held them at the ready. She could also see the dwarves checking there Shields and weapons to ensure that they were sharp and heavy to deal damage to their foes.

It was then her Golden Flake blue eyes glance around the clearing for landing on the humans who were checking over there shields for weakness as well as their weapons.

After glancing over every one but the skin changer  who were secretive about their shifting so they hid amongst the shadows as they changed from their human-like appearance to that of leopards, tigers, wolves bears and more.

The bear was the tallest out of a all on hind legs is still almost fifteen feet while the Wolves stood at about nine feet and the cats stood some were between five and a half to 11 feet tall depending on the species of cat they were. After each  one change their shape they fell into lines and ranks ready for battle. Everyone knew at this particular time that if battle did come there would be lives lost and families destroyed.

Everyone’s thought were interrupted by the growls and howls of the wrog riding orcs as they came closer to the gates as the sound of marching orc feet pummeled the ground.

Without hesitation for self preservation she went to the closed Gates were she scaled the wall until she stood on top of one of the posts and look down at the pale Orc riding the white wrog.

"Go back to the pit which you came Orcs." Gweithiril growled out viciously.

Even in the Moonlight she could still see the menacing smile that crossed the pale Orcs face before he spoke in his black speech.

"I smell your fear from here filth… your kind…. Were pleasurable to kill" he said as he reached around behind him to the satchel that hung loosely on the Wrog’s back where he pull out a sack of some sort then reached in and grab something and
pulled it out for all to see. 

There in his hand sat her father's head. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this horror.  She had learned from her father that war was brutal but this was beyond brutal its was just sickening. Anger, hate and revenge filled her blood stream as a growl rip from her throat. There in his hand was her father's disfigured head before he threw it to the ground and spat on it like it was horse shit. He then looked back up at her as he laughed with joy at the  thrill of the battle that was to come.

Gweithiril wanted jump from were she stood at the top of the closed gate on to the orc be low her and tear him in to peace’s. She now under stood the blood rage her father told her about and nothing would satisfy it but the one who caused it or that person was killed.
She watched as the orc before her raising his mace causing the orcs to scream out with excitement for the battle that was coming then swing it around as if it was a sword or a toy of some kind. Then the pale orc pointed it at the gate and gave a battle cry  signaling for the rest of his Battalion to attack the gates.

Gweithiril jumped back from were she once stood on the wooden gates and began to draw her long daggers and held then in and X formation. The blades of the daggers ran in parallel with her fore arm but gleamed in the moonlight with deadly intent. She did not bother to pay attention as the archers drew their arrows back and took aim while the cats on the high cliffs pushed the boulders in place to push over on to the orcs, those on the ground  raised their weapons in a silent chant so the only thing you heard was metal scraping  sheaths.