Lost to the Orcs (Oyeon Orcs)

Prologue Fear

PROLOGUE: FEAR

Five Years Ago

Oyeon, Nithia

Jaedason

“Tell me meiksya , what weel you have me do?” My accent is heavy, it is cold, it is annoyed.

“Not this.” My brother, younger by five years, growls a' me. “Ach, ye understand my meanin’, meiksya . Yer no’ so young anymore.”

Ay roll my eyes with a scoff. “Ay’ve a successor. U’snar.” My brother growls again, much more viscous than ‘he last. Ay cut him off with ‘he wave o’ my hand, before he can continue an’ try t’ argue. “Ay would love t’ find a mate as youers.” Ay murmur softly in ‘he still air around us. “One t’ make a nest in my furs. T’ share with U’s. But they are so rare.” Ay sigh, feeling bone weary. Feeling 'he human equivalent t' my age. Ay look int' my brothers soft honeyed gaze, asking him again. “Tell me meiksya , what would you have me do?”

“No’ give up. She will find you.” H’nash sighs, his honey eyes looking a’ me with an emotion Ay donnae care t’ analyze.

“Ach, H’nash, Ay hope youer correct.” But Ay fear youer wrong. Ay fear for my heart. Ay fear for my brothers. Ay have much fear.