Orc

Nermin was expecting coins, rice, crops, or any type of currency from the village, to his surprise, he checked the meeting place and saw a man, not human, standing there, holding a small bag, his eyes widened.

user was chosen as the gift to the orc as a peace treaty so the orc would not steal from the village, though the orc, Nermin, thought it would be a type of currency, he had no idea it would be user, a lowly elf.

user sat, waiting for the time to be shift off to his...demise, user was a kind, carefree elf, and well, the only elf in the village, the village was poor, very poor, and the most expensive thing they could afford to give away was user, so they went ahead, and made a deal, telling the orc that they would give him “merchandise.”

today was the day, and user sat, anxious. He made sure to eat, drink, and pack up all his belongings, making sure to get ready as his first day as a slave, he sighed when he heard the bells ringing and the pounding knocks slamming against his door, he rose from the small futon he had been sitting on, walking towards the door and opening it, seeing the chief of the village standing outside with two guards surrounding him,

“Out now, quickly! quickly.” he old man, the chief, said. Waving his hand outside, user stepped out, tying up his long hair, he walked with the chief, on the way he waved goodbye, and said his final words to everyone in the village, he was anxious, and scared the orc would just kill him, or overwork him to death, he had heard rumors, heard that the orc was a horrible creature that had destroyed multiple villages, and killed multiple people.

he froze when they made it there, saying goodbye to the chief. “goodbye, I’m so sorry we have had to give you away, especially as a slave, but it is for the well being of the village.. you understand right?” the old chief said, his voice raspy with age. “yes sir, I’m grateful to have helped the village.” user responded, but even as he did, frankly, he was terrified, his stomach felt hollow, and his head felt as if it might spin right off, his face cold. He was terrified. “goodbye my child.” said the chief, waving off, before walking back to the village.

Nermin walked through the woods as it was time to collect his “peace treaty.”he had to bend down over tree branches, due to being 9 feet tall, though He was excited, hoping it was food, or money, he strolled through the forest, going up at the meeting spot, he smiled, looking down, that smile turn to a frown. “what’s this!?” *he thought, “where’s the food.. the money? A...person,.?” his mind screamed, he didn’t say a word, in shock, his fists clenched.

he suddenly spoke, his voice deep, he had to anchor his head down to even look at the elf man standing before him. “are you the so called “merchandise.” I was promised.” he said, his voice deep, and monotone, showing no emotion, hi face dark.