Le’Ve said I had to stay. I didn’t want to, I wanted to go home. Surrounded by smelly humans with nothing better to do than lie, cheat and steal. BAH! I don’t want to be here, I want to go home!
A stranger, he stunk of human, asked if I would be willing to help him. Le’Ve said the coffers could use a boost and then she said the words I dreaded. The words that have sliced through me like ice for over a decade.
“Your future is not with us. You have greater paths to follow.”
Why is it my fault that I’m better with a bow than Slaea? I thought for sure I would be the one who led my fellow rangers against the disgusting orcs and lying humans. I would be the one who protected the tribe. But no, just because that know-it-all Le’Ve announced that my path would take me away from home, here I am.
The only shiny is an orc, who is not an orc. He confuses and amuses. But that doesn’t change anything. Not by a long shot.
I would never dishonor my family and I would rather die than dishonor Le’Ve. So I stay.
I will try to make the best of it, but I hope my path leads me back home.