Theron

Yolanna ran through the woods, her young chest heaving and her lungs feeling as though they were about to explode at any second. She could hear the two orcs running not far behind her, closing the gap between them with every single step. Yolanna was a young girl, no more than thirteen years of age, living in a small village a few days march out of Faeria, who had earlier this morning gone down to the creek with her mother to wash the family’s clothes.

They had been attacked by a band of orcs, who had seized hold of her mother, while Yolanna had managed to flee, albeit with two orcs on her tail. Despite her young age, Yolanna knew exactly what the two vile beasts would do to her if they managed to catch up with her, and so ran for all that she was worth. She ran so fast, in fact, that she did not notice the large stone lying on the ground until it was too late, her right shin running straight into it, sending her flying down the slope.

When she landed on her back a few feet further down the slope, the wind knocked out of her, she knew that she was doomed.

Before she had the chance to get up on her feet again, the two orcs reached her and grabbed hold of her. Their smell was enough to make Yolanna feel sick to her stomach, and in their brute faces she could clearly see their arousal. The two pinned her against a tree, talking in their language, no doubt exchanging ideas about what to do with her.

Sobbing in pure terror, Yolanna closed her eyes and prepared to have her virginity brutally ripped from her by her captors. Suddenly, a low winding sound was heard, followed by another, and the orcs let go of her just before Yolanna heard two heavy objects hit the ground. Someone grabbed her arms a few seconds later, and Yolanna was just about to open her eyes when she heard a voice she did not recognize speaking to her:
“Keep your eyes shut, my wee lass, you can't see this.” The voice was rough, but with a certain melody in its speech. Yolanna did as she was told, while the man that the voice belonged to lifted her up and carried her away.

A few minutes later, the man set her down on the ground and told her that it was alright for her to open her eyes now. The man who had saved her from the orcs looked pretty much as he sounded: he looked at least twice her age, and was tall and muscular in lean sort of way, his dark-blonde was unkempt and he was unshaved, he wore green hoses and long brown tunic under a thick leather vest. A large axe was shoved into his belt, and on his left thigh was strapped a knife with a good inch blade, while on his back a sturdy-looking longbow was strapped. His eyes were pale blue in colour, and his gaze was calm, almost tired.

Despite his rough appearance, the man was among the most beautiful in the entire world as far as Yolanna was concerned at the moment, and she hugged him, thanking him over and over again.

“There, there, wee lass. Those green bastards won’t be hurting anyone anymore. Now, lead me back to where yer family lives, I believe yer parents are anxious to see ye again.”

“Mother! They took her!” Yolanna shouted out, suddenly reminded off how her mother had been captured by the orcs.

“Aye, they took her, but I showed up and gave them the same treatment I gave those who were coming after you, so don’t worry, she’s just fine.”

A few minutes later, Yolanna and the stranger walked into the village. Suddenly, someone screamed “Yolanna!” and the young girl could see her mother and father come running towards. As they reached her, they gave a warm embrace, the mother and daughter now crying openly.

“Thank you, I don’t know what I can do to repay you for what you have done.” The father in the family said to the stranger.

“Don’t mention it, I just did what I thought was right.”

“But at least stay so that we can offer you a good meal and night sleeping in a comfortable bed!” The mother joined in the conversation.

“Thanks but no thanks, I’m on me way to Faeria, and that’s still a good two days march from here at least.” The man turned round and began walking out of the village again, being gazed upon by nearly every single villager as he did so.

When he had reached a good hundred yards out of the village, he turned to see the family waving at him, and answered the wave.

“Sheit” Theron muttered to himself, cursing his soft old heart for making him put his neck on the line yet again for people he didn’t know and for no reward. Still, he had managed to scrape together a respectable amount of gold in his purse, and in a few days time he would reach Faeria, where he intended to spend a few nights just drinking fine ale and fucking full-bodied wenches before starting to look for work.
He turned away from the village and kept on walking.