First Fanfic I guess (Shadow Of War)

Chapter 1, Beginnings

Minus Morgal was a nice place. Many humans lived and made a home there. One of them being Derek's family. They farmed, selling the crops they made to the other people at markets. Derek was the youngest of the family, and he worked the hardest too. His brother and sister loved him, and he loved them. But tragedy struck. It happened during the selling of their crops. People came and went, people bought, and browsed, it was the same as always.

"Okay, there's your radishes sir!" Derek said, handing a man his crops.

"Ah Yes, Thank you Derek." Replied the man, inspecting the radishes. They were the best, but some think there's a different reason behind it.

"Well you have a good day then-" Just Then, a horn was sounded, warning people about an invasion. People scrambled to their homes or safety, ignoring others safety. Derek's family didn't even pack up, the Just all ran to their home. They hid, and heard fighting outside, clashing of blades, screams of agony... horrific. Eventually, the orcs busted into homes one by one, getting to Derek's. He heard his family calling for help as they were found, and they also found Derek. They put him on his knees in front of his family, also on their knees.

"Well well Well! What do we 'ave 'ere?" One of them asks.

"Couple of Pink-skins tha's wha'!" Another laughed. Derek was crying, the orcs laughed harder.

"Lil one 'ere is cryin!"

"Well maybe we should teach 'im a lesson!" And with another laugh, the orcs begin to execute the family, slitting their throats as Derek watched on in horror. He screamed as his parents were the last to be killed before him, and for the first time in his life, he kicked the orc holding him in the shin, escaping the grasp they had on him. The ran to a separate room, and grabbed a pitchfork, and hid in another, closing and locking the door. He didn't want to have to fight, so he hid inside, clutching the pitchfork, crying. He could hear the orcs trying to scare him with threats and taunts. He could hear their footsteps getting closer and closer, until the broke down the door.

"Found you you li-" And with that the orc who entered was met with the feeling of three spikes in his chest. He bled out, as Derek pulled out the pitchfork, making the orc fall, dead.

"You'll pay for that you ru-" the second orc was interrupted by a sharp pain under his chin. Derek had plunged the pitchfork up into the orcs mouth, killing them instantly. But Derek was met with an issue, the pitchfork was stuck.

"Hah! Now you have no weapon!" The remaining orc laughed, and raised his sword to strike the child. Derek, grabbing a sword from a fallen orc, barely managed to block. He didn't know how to use a sword, the only knowledge he held was playing with sticks like they were swords. All he could do was defend against the orcs strikes, and eventually... he was met with a slash across his stomach. He fell... and blacked out.

Derek later work up with blurry vision, and would then notice the rain... followed by the orcs, surrounding him. They laughed, and talked... but he didn't understand them. They stopped laughing, and started kicking Derek, punching him, stomping on him. Of All the ways they could kill him, they chose the most painful. But after a while, they stopped, and gasped, looking in the same direction.

"It's the Ranger!" One yelped.

"He's go' a friend too!" Another reacted. Derek looked over and saw a confusing sight... a human, with a longsword, standing next to a feral assassin orc... 'Ranger' and the orc began to kill all of the orcs that we're attacking Derek. Eventually, they came over to him....

"A child? Why were they beating on a child? Did they do something?" The human questioned.

"I dunno boos, sometimes orcs just do something because they think it's funny." The orc responded. Derek, in his current state, didn't question the boss comment... he was more concerned about dying.

"Well whatever the case we can't just, leave them here to die... bring this child to Baranor. I think they will help them well." The human commanded.

"On it boss." The orc picked up the child, running to the castle... Derek, again, didn't question this.

(Authors note! Talion in this can already dominate orcs so yeah.)

Derek would pass out again, due to blood loss and the beating he took. He would wake up, bandages and wrappings covering him. He was on a bedroll, and he stood up. He looked around, he was confused, and somewhat scared. How was he alive? How was I breathing? And... why am I all alone...? He seemed alone, and he walked around.

"Could I be dreaming?" He said out loud.

"You most certainly are." An echoing, chilling voice responded from behind him. Derek turned quickly. He saw before him a cloaked figure wearing a mask, holding a longsword. Derek recognizes this creature. This thing is something that seeks out servants to serve the Witch King, one whose blade has never left one alive before... this... was a Zazgul.

End of Chapter 1.

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