I have always been a fan of fantasy literature. I do not consider myself to be a great writer, but this is my first go at writing in a genre I love...
so please be gentle. But, by the same token, if you have constructive criticism to offer, please don`t hold back.
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Hrothgar was alone, wounded, among the trees. Good company, as far as he was concerned. He listened to the sound of the wind blowing between the now
nearly barren limbs of the mighty oaks, and he smiled. He inhaled deep - he had always loved the smell of fallen leaves in late Autumn. It reminded
him of harvest festivals, good drink and good food. It also reminded him of the magical time he had spent among these very trees with his wife, who
had died birthing his son, leaving him a wreck of a man. But the unconditional love of his child, and the sweet memories of his late wife helped him
overcome those dark days.
Mixed with that happy scent, however, was the sticky scent of blood. Some of it was his own, but much of it once belonged to his attackers.
Delirious from blood loss, Hrothgar felt that today he was meet the Great Ones.
He remembered the stories the elders had told him and the other boys in his village’s sod-roofed longhouse, which served as communal hall, school
house, courtroom and place of worship.
According Old Ogden, the the oldest and wisest among his village’s elders, there are three Great Ones which inhabit a land above the clouds. Their
true names are unknown to all but those who meet them after shedding their mortal body, but Old Ogden called them The Mother, The Father and The
Shade.
The Mother and the Father created all that which is beautiful, and much of that which is not. They crafted the land and the sea. They sprung forth the
totality of animal and plant life. But still, they felt that something was missing. And so, while The Shade looked on jealously, The Mother and and
The Father set about creating man and woman. The Mother and The Father taught man and woman to coexist, to procreate, and to thrive in a world harsh
and unforgiving by design.
And thrive they did, for generations. Man harnessed the element of fire, using it to ward off predators, warm their hovels during harsh winter nights
and to cook the meat provided by the land. Later, man began to use the fire to clear forests for planting crops, and later still, man began to raise
their own beasts for meat, doing away with the need to set about on risky hunting journeys.
Man’s success angered The Shade, who hated them as the adder hates the mongoose. As far as The Shade was concerned, the menfolk were too smart for
their own good. They were beginning to shape the world just as The Great Ones had many years ago. Forest was turned to pasture, the timber from the
forests had been turned into their homes. But The Shade’s animosity ran deeper than a great oak’s roots. He had been alone since the beginning,
since before the light sprang forth. The Mother and The Father had each other, but The Shade had been forever alone, and coveted The Mother’s hand
for himself.
And so, one day, The Shade set about to destroy the menfolk. Using The Mother and The Father’s animal creations against them - combining mud, hogs
and even captive menfolk, he created the Orcish race to be man’s foe. The Shade instilled his Orcish creations with his own animosity, his own
hatred for Mankind, and his own will to see them destroyed.
But man proved more resilient than The Shade had ever imagined. Though stronger and larger physically, the Orcish lacked man’s affinity with nature
- his ability to use the land to his advantage, and seemingly fade into the background.
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