Golden Eyes

2 - Karandra

They had spent about a week capturing the "small teeth" in their villages. Garona and her were affected to the prisoners because they could speak their language. Once, she was passing around the cages with a little barrel of water for them – they needed to keep them alive – and gave a goblet to a man, a soldier.

"Your friends are crazy, why are they attacking us?" he asked her.

"They are not my friends. They are my masters. They are conquering this world because theirs is dying".

Her voice was blank, emotionless. She was just telling the facts, answering simply a question like she was used to. She didn't even say "ours". It might be the world in which she was born and grew up into, but it wasn't home. It had never been. Nowhere was home.

"The Commander Lothar will go against you. You won't win. The Lion of Azeroth protects these lands".

She stopped and turned to him, looking interested and curious.

"Who is this Commander you are talking about?" she asked the man.

"Anduin Lothar, the greatest warrior of Azeroth".

"Is he your chieftain?"

The man was about to answer but a shadow fell upon them. Her jaw clenched as she turned. It was one of Blackhand's minions. He slapped her violently, making her fly on a few feet. She felt his armour cutting her skin, but hold back her grunt. She would not give him that pleasure. Besides, it was only one scar among many others.

"Shut up, half-breed!" he roared.

He walked to her as she was still on the ground, lying on her stomach, and slowly cut her from one shoulder to another. She bit her pink lips to prevent any shouting of pain. He put her back on her feet by pulling on her hair, making her wince more. She kept her head low in a repentant gesture, and he let her go after ordering her to go to her hut and stay there. She knew she would be deprived of food again that night. She didn't care. She had learned how to survive for several days without food.

After that incident, she was not allowed to go feed the prisoners ever again.

Days later, they were hiding in trees, waiting for humans to come by. They had just attacked a little merchant's carriage, using it as a bait. She was leaning against a branch, breathing so carefully no one could have said she was there. She had learned as a child how to go unnoticed. She looked with great interest as humans on horses came near them. She spotted their leader right away, but did not have time to get a better look as the Orcs started attacking.

The Orc in charge of Garona and her stayed just out of battle, only killing the humans that were coming his way, in a poor attempt to escape. She started pulling on her chain, suddenly feeling a strong need to go far away. It wasn't out of courage though. She was scared as Hell and it motivated her way enough to try an escape, even as uncertain as that one. That's when a strange light came out of the ground and killed the Orc, absorbing the fel in him, consuming him to death. Garona and her were now tied to a dead weight.

They tried to break their chains but it was useless. Garona then caught her and crouched down, violently pulling her toward the ground. An Orc on a horse was coming by. He spotted them anyway and came right to them. She knew him, he was Durotan, chieftain of the Frost-wolf clan, father of the baby she helped giving birth to days ago. He took out his axe and neatly cut the chains, not saying a word. They didn't wait and took off running madly in the forest. She just followed after Garona, not knowing where to go.

They were in such a haste to go away, they didn't really look at their surroundings as they ran, and came back to the spot of the attack. A young human was looking over the dead bodies. Garona didn't wait and jumped at him but he casted a spell and held her back with a blue blast of magic. He pressed her against a tree. She panicked and put herself in front of the human, hands open to show him she had no weapons. However, he put her next to Garona, holding her with magic.