Apprentice

Alma was laying off to his right her clothes ripped off, and a dagger protruding from her left breast.

I staggered around some more, and cried "Jenna! Jenna! Where are you?"

I listened intently and heard a sound from around the side of the house. Moving as quickly as I could I rounded the corner and saw my sister similarly stripped, and her body covered with cuts and abrasions. She wasn’t moving. I heard the noise again, this time from behind me.

Spinning quickly, I saw two orcs walking slowly toward me. I heard what I guess was laughter as they saw me and raised there vile weapons. I was about to turn and run when all of a sudden one of the orcs fell face first into the dirt. With the dying light it was hard to see what had happened, but I could just make out an arrow protruding from its head.

The second orc was quicker to realize what had happened and spun to seek out this new enemy. A rider in a long dark cloak lowered his bow, and climbed off a horse at the edge of the clearing. He hung the bow from his pommel and started toward us.

The orc hesitated for just a second, and then charged the new arrival. The man calmly walked forward toward the charging orc, and at the last second just stepped to the left, and with a flick of his wrist buried a knife into the orcs throat felling him with ruthless efficiency. I turned away from the stranger and gathered my sister in my arms. I wept and wept as despair for my lost family wrecked my soul, until nothing was left and blackness claimed me once more.