The Orc Chronicles Urim

Chapter 11

     Dura," Glasha greeted, "thanks for coming to see me today."

"Your welcome, I figured you needed a break," Dura said.

"You figured right," Glasha said. "This pregnancy has been rough so far. It's nice to get out and get some fresh air." 

Glasha smiled taking in the fresh air, she was four months pregnant now.

     Though happy to see her friend there was an awkwardness between the two as Glasha realized they never talked about her marriage to Gor'lok.

"Dura," Glasha said. 

"Glasha, it's fine, you don't have to say anything. Gor'lok and I were never together and I never had any feeling towards him." 

"Okay," Glasha replied.

She smiled to herself and nothing else about the matter was ever said. It was a great weight off her shoulder.

"So, how about a walk down by the lake?" Dura asked, breaking the awkwardness between them.

"I don't know," Glasha replied shrugging her shoulders. I've been having a bad bout of nausea lately."

"Then some fresh air is exactly what that baby needs," Dura said, caressing Glasha's belly.

"I don't know," Glasha hesitated.

"Only for a moment and if you start to feel sick we'll leave right away." Dura insisted.

"Ok," Glasha reluctantly agreed, knowing Dura wouldn't stop asking until she said yes.

     Glasha took in the scent of the lake she hadn't felt nauseated all day. She rubbed her belly, perhaps the fresh clean scent of the lake was exactly what she needed.

Dura glared at Glasha smiling, rubbing her belly and glowing with happiness. She didn't like it, she knew Glasha was doing that just to make her jealous, she wanted to rub it in her face that she wasn't married.

     Dura's heart raced and she could feel the tension in her jaw from clenching her teeth together. Her hands were shaking and she could feel her body growing hot with rage welling up inside her. 

She slowly walked towards Glasha, bent down and picked up a medium size rock and smashed it on the side of Glasha's head.

Glasha crumpled to the ground and blood gushed from her head. 

Dura stood over her, speechless at what she had just done. Glasha was laying on the ground motionless blood pooling around her head.

 Tears filled Dura's eyes, she felt like throwing up. Glasha was pregnant.

 What have I done? Dura thought. Falling to her knees. Glasha was her friend, her only friend. 

"What do I do now?" Dura said aloud, staring wide-eyed at Glasha.

Glasha she slowly began to move, she's not dead, Dura thought her heart was racing so fast she thought it was going to jump right from her chest.

A million thoughts ran through her mind but the one thought that kept repeating in her mind. She couldn't take the chance that Glasha would wake up and tell everyone what she had done. There's was no turning back now.

She grabbed Glasha who was waking up and disoriented from her injury and dragged her to the edge of the lake. 

Through her kick and flailing for air Dura held Glasha's head underwater with no remorse or concern for her unborn child.

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    Urim was settling in for the night, he had just started unlacing his boots when he heard Gor'lok voice outside his tent.