Edge, Rayna's Tale

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story of a girl's desperate fight against an orc, and the foreboding of an oncoming battle

Submitted: July 13, 2011

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It was the same, no matter which way she looked.  Even the skies were heavy with the scent of blood. The battle was painfully slow, and it seemed like neither side was getting anywhere. Despite the gaping wound in her calf from a brutal earlier fight with a very large orc, the young female archer knew that she could not just lie where she was, while her companions took on the majority of the frontal assault. Adjusting herself so that her other leg carried most of her weight, she pulled herself up onto her feet once more. Moving the injured leg was still unbearably painful, and she let out a drawn out groan despite the effort put into stifling any sort of sound so as to not attract unwanted attention. A somewhat lanky orc from nearby heard the sound and turned toward what he had previously thought to be dead.
“It is still alive!” he shouted to his fellow orcs, and the archer froze in place. Panic settled in her bones, and the sudden need to find her bow became apparent. Frantically, she glanced around the ground beneath her, until she spotted it glistening with orc blood a little ways from where she stood.  “Creator help me.” she muttered under her breath, and started to move slowly toward the bow. Meanwhile the lanky orc was closing in on his target and he was taking his sweet time; his victim was already dead as far as he was concerned. Screams of terror echoed through the streets, and the archer was becoming desperate. Gritting her teeth, she limped her way to her bow as quickly as she could and just when the weapon was inches from her fingers, a loud roar not far from where she was, caused the desperate side of her to take over. Dismissing the immense pain in her calf, the archer reached down and seized the bow free from the pool of blood beneath her.  The shaft was slick and covered in thick black orc blood, which made it difficult to hold on to.
“Rayna!” someone cried from a distance; the voice quick and desperate.
The archer turned her attention to the voice, only to be suddenly knocked from her feet from a powerful blow from the orc that had been making his way toward her earlier. Rayna landed on the ground with a heavy thud, and rolled a little ways from her attacker. The bow had flown from her hand during the assault and landed a few feet from her.
“I’ll kill you for good this time.” The orc hissed, as he lifted the thick axe he had struck her with earlier above his head.
With barely a second to clear the daze, Rayna forced herself to roll out of the way of the blow; the club smashing into the ground where her body had once been seconds before. The orc let out a menacing roar that seemed to only spur on his already fuming rage. The archer knew that it was only luck that was keeping her alive now and that the only option she had left in order to stay alive was to either kill the orc, or wait to be rescued and a rescue seemed completely out of the question.  Rayna glanced desperately up at the orc as he started to rush toward her.
“Damn it!” she hissed under her breath; regretting that she did not grab her daggers from her tent the morning before. Just when all hope seemed lost, Rayna caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eyes; something was glistening from underneath an orc body just a couple of feet from where she was.  She turned her attention to the orc again, only to see him closing in on her at a very fast pace. It was either life or death now, and Rayna no longer cared what weapon she was using, so long as she used it to kill the orc. Without a second thought, she lunged at the glistening weapon and pulled it free from under the rotting corpse. Just as pulled it free, the orc had already launched himself toward her, and would have otherwise crushed her beneath his form had the blade not met his bare chest head-on.
Rayna’s face was splashed with thick, black blood that burned the instant it met her flesh. She cried out in pain and lifted her good leg high enough so that it was pushed against the orc’s abdomen, where she then pressed as hard as he could and pulled the blade free. The creature’s body started to fall forward, but Rayna made sure to wiggle out of the way so that her efforts of survival would not be for nothing. With a heavy thud, the corpse landed on the ground, followed by a thick cloud of dust and blood.
Breathing heavily, the black haired archer brought her hand up to her face. The touch of her fingers against the scorched flesh created agonizing pain that caused her to cry out. For the moment however, she knew there was little she could do about her injured face. Instead, she decided to check on her badly injured calf. Carefully, Rayna lifted up her tunic and inhaled sharply as the cold air met her exposed flesh. The wound was festering and seemed to still be bleeding profusely. Sighing, Rayna reached down and tore off a chunk of her undershirt which she then used to wrap the wound. She made sure to keep the wrap tight, so as to prevent further bleeding.
Meanwhile, the battle around her was still progressing slowly and the streets were continuously filling with more bodies by the second.  Rayna knew she would have to find her comrades, no matter where they were; she would have to find them.  So, with some effort, Rayna pulled herself to her feet and stared off into the distance of the battle. Time was ticking and time was the only thing left that she could rely on. The archer started to limp her way into the midst of the battle once more. She was on the edge of life and death, on the edge of existence and this was about to be the final battle.


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