Just a Little Push

[ThatWeirdGirl 432]

Fawynn was in a mess, to say the very least. A large black creature with jutting tusks, an orc, had dragged her back to his camp, and given her as a slave to a child. Now she was in the beastlet’s cave, pretending to examine the cauldron, beckoning the child towards the crackling flame and boiling water.

 

Maybe if she wasn’t enslaved, she would have found the child adorable, only one tusk grown in and eyes wide and curious. And maybe, she would have reconsidered her plan. She was fairly certain the girl was named Darg, but she didn’t care.

 

The wood elf had to remind herself that this wasn’t a child. It would grow up brutal and vicious, just like it’s elders. It wasn’t a she, it was an animal. Not a child, a beast that would grow to kill. It needed to be put down, and soon. Her smile faded, only the tiniest bit when it said that it would have an adult look at the cauldron. She agreed, halfheartedly.

 

But then the wood elf saw her chance. Her chance for escape.

 

She shoved the beastlet into the fire, whirling around as it’s wails filled the air and echoed in the walls. She ran, as the young orc with only one fang likely thrashed from the pain. She sprinted into the sand, not slowing until she could no longer hear the screams of the child that gave her the first meal she had in days.

 

But she picked up her pace, she couldn’t stop. She could never stop now, at the very least she had scarred one of their children for life. No, it was a beastlet, not a child. She had to remember that. If she called it a child, the more she would make it a person. The more she would face the reality of it.

 

She leaped over the wall, into the water. When you were running for your life, water didn’t seem all that bad. She couldn’t be caught, she had possibly killed one of their beastlets. Did she kill it? She didn’t want to know.

 

Fawynn eventually reached mainland, out of the desert. She collapsed into the dirt with tears streaming down her cheeks, and for the first time in decades, she prayed. She didn’t know to what deity, but she prayed. For forgiveness, for mercy. She couldn’t get the young orcess’s face out of her mind. The one tusk that stuck out, her green eyes. She couldn’t be all that old.

 

Fawynn was eventually strong enough to stand, and continue walking, headed for the nearby forest. Now her only concern was bandits, and they usually stuck to main roads anyways. At least she hoped they did. She walked between the trunks, and she had never been so happy to see a canopy of green above her.

 

She had to wonder, would the beastlet have grown up like her elders? Had she created a monster, or stopped one before it began? The wood elf scowled, hoping she would never find that out. She hoped the beastlet had died in the fire, and hadn’t suffered too long.

 

Eventually, Fawynn spotted the top of a ship sail. She gasped, sprinting forward and only stopping when the docks were under her feet. She was exhausted, mentally and physically, and she had a terrible sense of guilt. But she was free.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

A darker skinned wood elf wearing a perpetual scowl stood stoicly on the pier of the isle of Laurelin. He watched the sea in calm as the wind gently buffeted his pine tinted robes, letting the vast blue stretching out to the horizon calm him. He unknowingly awaited Farwynns return, knowing what all elves eventually found out: In this world, there is only your own kind, and the beasts beyond them.

[Elad™ 560]

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