The Orc Chronicles Urim

Chapter 3

          Plum glared at Orgul hands on her hips.

"Orgul, what were you thinking!" Plum yelled, pacing back and forth. "Why would you volunteer me like that!"

"Calm down Plum, it'll be fine," Orgul said.

"It won't be fine," Plum yelled. "Chieftain Urim is not the orc that makes careless mistakes. Don't you think he sent the best hunters and trackers the horde has to offer, and they found nothing Orgul? Nothing, not even a footprint."

"Father believes you can do it," Orgul said.

"Don't you dare bring him into this?" Plum snapped. "Did you even think about his position before you opened your mouth? Ever since I was a little girl, all I ever wanted was to go to the hunt. Father would tell me all these fantastic, amazing stories about the hunt. I just wanted to be a part of that. Every year, I begged him to let me come, but he could never tell me outsiders were not welcome... I watched father bow his head today to Chieftain Urim so I could stay."

"Plum look," Orgul said, pointing behind her."What do you see."

Plum turned around to see a village full of orcs.

"These are the greatest warriors, hunters, chieftains, and leaders the horde has to offer. You want a mate, right? Then track down the steepsaakers, and you will have your pick of the horde. They'll be fighting over you." Orgul said.

"It's not that easy. What if Chieftain Torgan was right and the humans kill off all the steepsaakers or run them off," Plum said.

"It's not... Look, Plum, all you have to do is track the steepsaakers, that's it. You've tracked untrackable animals before. Even by father's words, you're the best tracker he's ever seen." Orgul said.

"But I..." Plum said.

Orgul wasn't listening. He was flirting with two female orcs that had walked by.

"Jerk," she said to herself, picking up a small pebble and throwing it at his fat head.

Orgul grabbed the back of his head, looking around. He held his hand out, checking for rain. She couldn't fault him, though. In his own twisted way, he was trying to help his sister

"Frustrated?" Brandyl smiled.

"Yes," Plum clenched her teeth. "Although I think it's more like nerves... I can't do this." She blurted out.

"Yes, you can," Brandyl said.

He had mixed a bowl of water and ashes together. He'd long dreamt of the day he'd get to paint the customary hunter symbols on his daughter.

"I'm so proud of you,"

"What if I disappoint you?"

"You could never disappoint me." He said, caressing her cheek.

"I don't know if I can,"

"You can,"

"Everyone is depending on me."

"Then don't fail," Brandyl said, handing Plum her bow.

She looked down at the bow and thought about slapping it from his hands and running away. Instead, she took the bow in her hands and embraced her destiny or her greatest failure.

Plum sighed quietly to herself. She felt like she was going to collapse under her weight. She knew a small team of orcs was going to accompany her, but she never imagined that Chieftain Urim would be a part of that group.

Plum, Chieftain Urim, Orgul, Gor'lok Chieftain Urim second, and Gneth, Chieftain Agronsk's son were all part of the advance scouting party. Plum didn't care for Gneth. She didn't know Gor'lok, she was still angry with Orgul, and Chieftain Urim made her extremely nervous.