Orcs had arrived. They flooded the temple and it's gardens like a plague. Bloodthirsty. Tainted by demon's blood they charged, ruthlessly devouring all that stood before them. They recklessly and carelessly set all they left behind aflame. Blinded by their lust and hunger for war they slaughtered everything. Orcish blade was thrust into Draeneic flesh, saturating their sanctuary with blood and tortured cries. This was not war, but execution. By the time the last blade fell, all shadows cast upon the bloodied wall belonged to Orcs, exhilarated in their victory rush. All Draenei in the temple were murdered.
Except one.
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The Warrior's Journey.
FantasyA young boy is forced to flee from his holy birthplace as a corrupted force assails it. He leads his life fending for himself in a merciless world. His journey has begun. A journey that forges the boy... tests him... warps him... costs him... Can hi...
