I never knew my father but I didn''t particularly care to, as for my mother for all I cared she could become an undead dragon''s servant. I was born of a father who was a Gundavarian Orc who, on a raiding party, rape my mother; a Dark Elf princess. There were multiple choices for my birth; if I was an Orc I was to be ostracized and forced into slavery; however, if I was a Dark Elf I was supposed to be a bastard child and executed. Of course it was first option that happened, but, I was not a Gundavarian Orc. I was a Black Orc you could say, with dark grey skin, red eyes, and cunning. Now why was cunning added? It''s because most Orcs aren''t that intelligent but I was different; I knew what was happening and I didn''t like it. So I brooded and waited in slavery; waiting for the time to strike.


    37 Years After Birth


    In my time as a slave I had fought my way up to where I needed to be. I had become the blacksmith''s assistant and that was perfect for what I needed to do. In secret I forged blade; it was not pretty in fact it was ugly. It was a single edged blade and in three places you could see the jagged edges the sloped down, on its back forged inside were the teeth of a large wolf placed every three inches, and the pommel was a plain leather wrapped hilt without a crossguard, but, at the bottom the pommel was a beautiful onyx sphere, stolen from a rich elf. This sword, when completed was a thing of terror for not only did it have the black onyx in the pommel, but, the blade a dark black was covered in red Orcish runes. These runes had been forgotten by all, man, elf, dwarf, and orc. Yet somehow in my mind they appeared and I knew what they meant. They were the ancient runes of enchanting and my blade was covered in them; from symbols increasing sharpness to those increasing its durability it was truly a thing of terror. And in proportion in, it outweighted my two hundred and forty pounds of muscle and was far longer than I, a seven foot tall Orc by at least fifty pounds and a foot in length. With this monstrosity in hand my veangeance would happen and it would be a sight to be seen.Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.