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The Men of the village close by watch you warily, when you set up your tents. They have seen orcs before, armies their own soldiers marched away with. But when the villagers realise you are only women and children, they don’t chase you off.
You breathe a sigh of relief. Your supplies have almost run out and everyone is weary of travelling. It has been four weeks since your Lord has been defeated and you ran away from the only place you ever knew.
You don’t speak their language, but the intent is clear, when a few human women come close with baskets full of fruit. You have nothing to give in return, but they don’t seem to expect it. Soon they and you sit together, trying to talk with hand and feet and the few words you can understand.
Human and orc children are playing around you, not minding that they look different. You smile. Maybe you can stay here. Maybe you can live together with these humans in peace.
This second chapter was written during the instadrabbling session on 20.08.22 for the prompt:
When the storm has passed, put your energy into rebuilding your life. Don’t waste time looking back. - Leon Brown