I lie in bed I can see the sky through the roof of the cottage. A red hue splashes across the sky. The old saying father taught me enters my head “red sky at night, shepherds delight, red sky at morning, shepherds warning” The sound of thousands of birds in flight filled my ears. My mother stirs as I get up and get ready she remains in a deep slumber.

 

As I leave, the damp one-roomed cottage I remark to myself how fragile she looks.  Day by day she weakens. Her illness consuming our lives. I set off on my long journey to the mill. I climbed on my horse yet to my complete surprise I was flung from her. My head smacked off the ground. Blood dripped from my temples. I cursed silently. The horse was distraught. She tried tirelessly to free herself from her restraints.

 

I decided I would have to make the journey by foot. Miles after miles I walked until the mill was in sight. Had I not been so focused on cursing my horse I might have noticed that all was silent in the mill. As I approached I could smell a foul odour. Blood spattered the walls. I hesitantly pushed the door open.

 

My superior, Eric, lay in a heap on the floor. His body mangled in a way only possible by brute force. A twisted sword was buried deep in a man beside him. The mans face was slashed beyond recognition. I looked closely at the sword. My blood ran cold as I came to the conclusion of the owner of the sword. Orcs.  

 

I had heard whispers of beasts in the mountain with terrible strength. I looked around the bodies till I discovered my friend John lying dead. I bite back tears as I saw the arrow that was embedded in his heart. I touched his cheek softly only to notice it was still warm. Filled with panic I fled from the mill. I sprinted in the direction of home. As I was running through a clearing I heard a distant rumble.

 

I spin around to discover a large orc behind me. The tall beast using a single hand threw me into the air. I landed metres away. I could smell the foul odour that reeked from the orc. I lay still. My heart nearly exploded from within my chest. The orc, satisfied he had killed me continued on his journey straight towards my home. I lay still in complete cowardice. Too frozen to move.

 

My mind went to my sick, helpless mother who only was only metres away, oblivious to any danger. I dragged myself from the ground. Armed with no weapon other than my determination I charged into my house. When I opened the door I found an orc lying still with a dagger in between the eyes. My jaw hit the ground further when I saw my mother standing above it. Her skin glowed and her eyes shone.

 

This was not the woman I had left this morning. She explained to me how she had not been sick but simply evolving. When she saw the orc she had burst out of her old skin and had developed strength and powers. I was shaken at the fact my old sick moher was the same warrior who had slayed the orc. She told me she wasn’t the only one and that we would have to go on a journey to discover others like us, and defeat the orcs.