Lost to the Orcs (Oyeon Orcs)

Chapter Thirty Home

CHAPTER THIRTY: HOME

Jaedason

Ay walk into my home. My body an’ mind exhausted. Somehow, Ay’ve avoided a war. Likely it wouldnae start ‘til after the cold moons but it would ‘ave been terrible either way. Thankfully, Sumira had t’ fill out many papers in order t’ begin ‘he Challenge. They were ‘he only things that saved us from her death. She either was going t’ave me, or she was going t’ start a war.

Her Aithír , one o’he many human’s my mate calls ‘chur-ash people’, is a politician through an’ through. We asked for an assembly an’ they provided. We brought Sumira’s remains, an’ all documentation o’ her activities within ‘he mountain. It is ill advised o’ us t’ travel so. But I–we are desolate. We donnae have purpose.

No’ withou’ her.

U’snar is sitting in ‘he chair next t’ ouer bed. His back is hunched, head is bowed, an’ when I round his chair, his eyes are weeping. I place my hand on his back and rub it. Seeing him in so much pain, wounds me like no other. Although he is not my son. I was twenty when he was born and he was like a son to me after my dam passed; and our father mourned her. He was my everything.

Until Sumira. Sumira had been ouers. Ouer everything. Ay had loved her. Or thought Ay had. Ay might no’ have been much younger than Ay am now, but four years more stupid with far too much free time when Ay noticed her.

Now, Ay know what Ay felt for Sumira is nothing but infatuation. It holds naught a candle t’ her. T’ ouer mate. The one laying, sleeping. Breathing but em’ty as Irf has confirmed; t’ ouer horror. A body without a soul.

Ay sit on ‘he edge o’ ouer nest, against her wee thigh. My fingers caress her cheek an’ Ay pray t’he goddess, t’ Jaeda, t’ anyone who weel hear me; Please. Bring back ouer little lost. Please. Bring her home.