Queen of Timbroch - Part IV

Yurva and her father went out to hunt for food after they had set camp. They went out with three others, her close companion, Rionne, was one amongst them. The rest were Se'Porven and Se'Hurlaf. Hurlaf and Porven were both hunters. Hurlaf had a tall with a strong body and had hair with the style of other common Dwelven men, long and braided. He was bold yet he was reckless, a complete opposite to Porven who was careful and often cowardish. They went out at noon when the sun was still high yet was slowly sinking to the horizon. After they had gathered their supplies, the five of them sent out on their fenris, headed to a nearby forest. After a while, they arrived and the hunt began. For hours they searched and waited yet not one single deer was sighted. Time had then run quick before them and the sun started to fall near on the horizon. Not long after they decided to retreat and head home for the clouds began to turn dark.

Suddenly, Yurva exclaimed "Father! I have eyed the Wolf of Onegra!" while chasing forward after what she claimed to have sighted with the hunting party chasing her. She chased the glowing white wolf through the trees and bushes on her ride and just as she was about to reach the wolf, it vanished into a million pieces of glowing white dust. But soon she realized where the mystic wolf had led her. Through the forest she could see before her very eyes that startled her. Then the party arrived. Lights of fire and the anxiety of helpless peasants were reflected on Yurva's eyes. Large hideous monsters wielding axes could be seen battling and slaying peasants that were fleeing for their life while the Royal Guards of Timbroch could be seen barely fighting, more precisely, cowering. Some of those so called Noble Warriors even ran off with their tails between their legs. Then Hurlaf said with his deep toned voice, "Let us save what we can and salvage what can be. Those peasants have suffered enough from the reign of their king, now they have to go through this."

"This is not our battle, sire! We are not armed for combat, we merely came out here to hunt for supplies," Porven replied.

"My daughter had chased The Wolf of Onegra and it has led us here. It was said that Onegra's Wolf only appears itself by the will of Onegra herself. It is clear that this is a sign from the wolf goddess herself. We must help them."

Porven, with a look reflecting a terrified feeling on his face, replied "But sire, which should we save? It is dark and it is all a turmoil!"

"Save those unarmed and help those of the Timbroch. Now go!" Then Grehya rode off with the party following him.

Screamings of war cries filled the air while arrows cuts through the winds. One ferocious orc gripping an axe on his right hand and a round wooden shield strapped on his left and booted with fine body armor made of strong leather raged through the green plains behind the villages on the hills towards his foes. There was nothing else on the field else the ravaging foul beasts ravaging against the soldiers of the kingdom and the corpse of the fallen warriors with their broken banners and flags, stained by the blood of slain peasants. The sound of clanging metal could be heard from a mile away, and the sound of scraping iron even cuts the air. The party led by Grehya spread as they entered the battlefield. Grehya went with Porven and Hurlaf while Yurva with Rionne. Armed with each a bow and a quiver full they simultaneously retracted and released their arrows causing casualties for the orcs. Within only minutes Grehya already had taken the souls of tens of orcs. It was nothing new he thought to himself. Besides the conflict occurring the lands at the moment he once served to the royal army as a field captain. He rode about and fired arrows to those orcs he saw chasing and threatening dwelvens, both peasants and soldiers alike. Later he was thrown away from his ride and flying through the air after being battered by a solid wooden club of what's called a Jarvak, a race of the orcs which was large in size and brute in strength yet very low in intelligence and barely knows how to speak. The jarvak walked long steps towards Grehya, which was lying on the ground crawling on the soil trying to reach his short sword, while bringing on his hand a large wooden club, ready to strike the bandit lord. Yurva, from afar, had seen this and placed an arrow on the strings of her bow and pulled it as far as she could and took aim and let the arrow loose. The arrow flew piercing the wind, bypassing the blood of the slain that burst into the air, and hit an orc on the neck yet the arrow still flew through the creature, impaling and piercing its neck, and landed on the jarvak's forehead, causing it to fall and made the ground to slightly quake.

Grehya stood up and shouted, "Lead the people into the forest!" He ran towards a dwelven officer that was also about to be battered by a jarvak and grabbed him and whistled for his ride.

The dwelvens, soldiers and peasants alike, retired towards the dark forest which was a perfect place to retreat for the dwelvens for the orcs have poor eyesight and they, on the other hand, do. Yet the orcs did not seem to hesitate and kept on with the pursuit. Grehya ordered those who wield a bow to ready their arrows and take a ground where they were unconcealed and to strafe at command.

"Steady now, take your aim carefully," said Grehya to the marksman. "Now fire!"

And the orcs were butchered down with the rain of arrows of the dwelvens. The rest of the surviving orcs retreated, leaving their equipments behind. The officer of the troops expressed his gratitude by bidding him his appreciation in words and in granting Grehya his allegiance. They returned to the fields to salvage the equipment left to be salvaged and also the bodies of the fallen to be cremated in a proper funeral.

It took quite a while for the scavengers to clean the mess. They founded axes, swords, bows, arrows and all sorts of weaponry and shields. The peasants of the town decided to join the bandits and shared their remaining stock of food with them. When they finished they headed to the camp of the bandits. However, Yurva decided to stay put at the forest for she had listened to something odd, a soft female voice that called out her name. Grehya told Rionne to accompany Yurva and they both went deeper into the forest while the hoard had marched their way to camp.

"Why do you even want to go deeper into the forest at a time like this, Yurva?"

Yurva had not heard what he said, although he said it loud and clear. They both rode deeper and deeper and Yurva heard the voice calling her name more louder and louder but Riolle could not hear anything but the snap of broken twigs stepped by their fenrises. As it got louder and louder Yurva got more anxious and curious until finally it stopped. But when it stopped, a white figure with blue gleaming eyes revealed itself for the second time. This time, Rionne also saw the wolf. They both paced pursuing the mystic wolf and went on for miles and miles until having the wolf to stop its pace. The wolf halted on a large glowing pond, standing on water, and in front of a giant lily plant. Yurva and Rionne halted in amaze, they could not say a word and gazed deeply into the view. Then from the pond glowed a bright beam of blue and came out a tall, white, and beautiful lady that had shining blue eyes with that had a blue gemstone placed above them. Her hair was dark and it was long that was dressed quite odd but not less beautiful than the rest of her figure. She was wrapped in a white shining dress around her body and was barefooted. She had no jewelry on her except the one on her forehead. As she arose from the deep pond her wolf roared so loud that the forest had trembled.

She stood beside the large lily that had not blossomed and exclaimed, "I am Onegra."