The Bulls Awaken

[_pok_ 1768]

-- Written in English because it would take me to long in the Blah --

The child knew nothing but death. It came first for his father when he was no older than a year. His mother told him that the Rhinos had done it. For a few years, the cub lived a sheltered life, his mother constantly on edge as though darker forces had always been chasing just at their heels. The child could not remember the Uzg for his mother hid him from it, warning the child that the great nation would never be safe for the young Orc, not while the Rhinos ruled.

Years passed, summers came and went, and the child began to grow. His upbringing consisted of brutal trials, his mother constantly beat him and refused to feed him. Instead, she demanded that he hunt his own dinners in order to become more like a man. This was how the Orc learned to hunt, and he soon became great at it. When the Orc approached adulthood at the age of eight, his mother commanded that he go out into the desert until he could find the one thing that ensured that the Orc was no longer a child and crossed over into manhood.

And so the Orc set off into the desert, alone. It was the first time since his conception that he’d been separated from his mother, and although he did not say it, the child was silently fearful of what he might find in the vast emptiness of the sands.

For the first few months, the Orc wandered silently. He ate nothing but scorpions and small desert wildlife and utilized water drawn from scattered oases to sustain himself yet the Orc still danced with death as the terrible heat nearly killed him on several occasions. On more than one occasion, the Orc witnessed shadowy images of large figures moving around him, but he quickly dismissed them as mirages each time. It wasn’t until he reached the brink of death that he finally understood that he hadn’t been searching in the right place for what he needed. He needed to come to brink of death to find what it was he sought.

After almost a year and a half in the desert, the Orc sat silently atop a cluster of red rocks while his life slowly faded away to dehydration and starvation. For three days, the Orc sat in silent meditation overlooking the burnt desert surface, his skin felt as though it would crack and peel from the sheer amount of sun it took in. As his eyes grew heavy and he felt himself drifting into the endless pit of death, the Orc saw before him what it was he sought. Two Orcs appeared before him, one sat down before him (this one looked much younger than the other) while the other stood behind him and crossed his arms, examining the young Orc.

“Do you know who I am, boy?” asked the one who sat, his eyes felt as though they pierced the soul of the boy and at once he knew the answer to his question.

“Father.” The young Orc did not smile, he was too weak. He simply nodded his head gently and looked back into the eyes of his father, trying to meet his gaze. “Have you come to guide me to my death?”

“No, quite the opposite boy. I’m here for you. To tell you that I am always with you, as is your grandfather. You are a Bull, the descendant of Ugluk and grandson to the Wild Bull, Pok’Ugluk.” The Orc looked to the child and said nothing, standing up and disappearing right before the boy’s eyes. Only the elder remained. The elder looked over the young cub, laughing and shaking his head in what seemed like disappointment.

“You think you are worthy of carrying on the Legacy of the Bull, boy?” The elder chortled, shaking his head once again. The boy immediately rose, balling his fists.

“No, Grandfather. I do not, I cannot. I am no leader. I’ve never even spoken to another Orc other than my mother.” The young Orc shook his head, holding it down in shame as he sat back down, staring into the sands beneath him.

“Well, you must learn. Go forth and lead, young one. If you cannot carry the history of our clan, then our line will end, and you will be the one responsible. You will be a disappointment, a failure. Now lead.”

With his statement concluded, the elder faded away and the young Orc was left by himself. However, he felt different. His body no longer ached, his skin no longer felt heavy and dry, and his eyes were full of energy.

He returned to his mother not long after his encounter with his ancestors, reporting to her exactly what he saw. She shook her head, grabbing the Orc by the neck and forcing him to swear that he would not acknowledge his lineage. She warned that if he did, the Rhinos would hunt him down and slaughter him just as they had done to so many others in times before his birth.

It was at this moment that the Orc looked down upon his mother and for the first time since his return, he realized he had become stronger than her. A great rage overtook him and he swore silently to himself that he would not allow his mother to keep him from his destiny. He grabbed at his mother’s wrist, pulling it slowly away from his neck raising his other arm, throwing a great punch at her head. The Fe-Orc stumbled, shocked that her own son would strike her. She cried out, but the young one would not relent. He slammed her into the ground, grabbing at her head and bashing it against the soil. It wasn’t until he felt her heart stop that he relented, standing up to examine what he had done.

The Orc had killed his mother. She denied him his heritage, she denied him the Legacy of the Bull. He would not be denied his Legacy for he was Drokon’Ugluk, son of Ugkop and descendant of Pok.

Edited December 8, 2015 by _pok_

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