The Orc

By A G Rosai

A lone human soldier wanders in a vast desert, almost dying of thirst. He meets a severely wounded orc warrior. What will be the outcome of this encounter?

• Language: English
• Publisher: A G Rosai
• Release date: Jul 6, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310966347

A G Rosai

Welcome to my page!My name is A G Rosai, and I'm from the UK. I always wanted to write but never did - until now :-) After two decades of pondering, recently I finally decided to try my hand at writing (better late than never). I have finished my first short story and I plan to write more, so check out my writings section often.My first fantasy story, The Orc, is about an orc who doesn't like fighting. Hopefully the story is not just interesting but also has a deeper message.Writing (and reading) is my passion. I have so much to say and I feel an abundance of joy when writing.I love fantasy, fiction, sci-fi, paranormal, science and spiritual books.

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The Orc

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The Orc

My feeling of despair grew stronger still. The sun was already high in the cloudless sky, shining relentlessly, changing the endless, godforsaken desert into one huge furnace. I felt the fierce sunshine burning my skin painfully and the heat drying out my body. My steps became sluggish, and I felt dizzy. I knew that if I couldn’t find shelter soon, I wouldn’t survive the day. No man can survive the blazing wastes of the Great Desert of Doom in the daytime. You have to travel at night and rest in the shadows during the day, otherwise you don’t stand a chance; in fact, you have a very good chance of perishing even then. My stomach clenched tighter as I grabbed my canteen to check it again; it was far too light. I had perhaps two or three sips of water left, and I knew that wasn’t even enough to get me through the morning.

Four days earlier, a strong horde of many dozens of kobolds ambushed our small party of seven soldiers—some of whom were my friends. I fought like a devil, but the sheer number of the attackers overwhelmed us. Bloody kobolds, when you bump into them they swarm like locusts, and there are always more of them than you think! The last thing I could recall was a hard blow hitting the back of my helmet, sending me to the dusty ground; then I blacked out. I remembered my first shock after the fight, when I woke up lying in the dirt and realised that I alone had survived the surprise attack. My body was covered in blood, dirt, and bruises. That was probably the reason that I was still alive: the kobolds must have thought, seeing