I wish I could have had a better story to tell than this, one that isn’t about corruption, scheming nobles, and wars. It may seem epic, but rest assured, it’s not. Alas, I must, for who will after I’m gone? Will soldiers from wars I fought tell it on the streets of foggy canal cities or to kings in high towers and ballrooms? It must be me, and only me. I think it’s time to begin.


    If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.“You see, the recent storm has killed all in our village except a select few. My fortunate son was the only child left alive, my king.” The king stood up, walking toward me.


    “Is this true? Are you the last kid left in your orc town?” I nodded, plastering a smile on my face.


    “Well, in that case, I will take this kid in. It’s not out of pity, but for how lucky he is to have survived the recent storm. We can all agree that many people died out there, though I’ve heard nothing like the story told to me. You will have a place in court, I assure you. Your parents, however, will be hooked up with a nearby home, right across from the royal square. If any trust is broken, I will send you and your family away, forever placing a stain upon your family’s name.” The king took me in his arms and hugged me. Tears of happiness formed, even if I knew that a life like this would only bring me down more, and make me more lonely. I would be the only orc at court, except for my family, and have to be with the people I hated most. I know I should’ve been happy, but how, in an environment as hostile as the court? This would be a chance to gain some power, maybe even get the throne if I get the trust of the king. And so, my life began as a courtier.