[Anarya SilverBranch]

Anarya heard a soft bark come along with the coarse voices and laughter. Anarya looked down from the tree as she watched a group of orcs pass under them. She saw, to her horror, the monsters dragging a puppy along behind them roughly. She had always loved animals and hated to see them hurt. She watched as an orc roughly kicked the pup. The dog yelped pitifully as it fell forward only again to be kicked by another monster.

She felt her anger come and stupidly, she leapt down from their hiding place, throwing her bow and arrow down and brandishing her dagger. She came at an orc, but before she could do any harm she was hit in the head hard by another and knocked o the ground, loosing her dagger in the process. She felt the cool slide of blood drip down the side of her face. She was weaponless and to the mercy of the orcs.

"Oh," She thought mournfully, "What was I thinking?"

An orc, that looked like the leader of the group, stepped forward with a self satisfied grin on his face. Anarya felt fear plunge into her heart. He knelt beside her, stench filling the air around Anarya so thick she could hardly breathe.

"Well," He said, to her amazement, in her language, "What have we here? A pretty little elf maid lost in the woods?" He stroked her hair, making Anarya shudder terribly.

The orc through back his head in laughter, but it was soon silenced. Faster than the blink of an eye, an arrow struck the orc in the neck cutting off his miserable life's breath...