Ray awoke sweaty and skaking. He pulled a dagger and looked around...Just a dream Ray...calm down. Ray looked around for a little longer and finnaly put the dagger up. He attached his arm brace and stood up. He was hungery and becasue it'd been four days since he'd eaten. He looked at his cross bow...he was out of ammo. He had also been mugged yesterday got a broken from it. He was going to starve if he didn't find a city or town. A few hours of walking and cursing his growling stomach he walked smack into a guard who inturn pulled a sword on him damn...just what I need. "You blind boy?!" Ray eyed him for a while and then answered,"No but I'm almost dead. Does that count?" The guard roled his eyes and pointed at a building behind him. Ray hadn't noticed the small town for he'd been focussed on the sword. The building was a medical building...come to think of it most of the buildings were. "What exactly is this town?" "This is a medical outpost. Orc attacks are at high. If your hurt then enter that building and they'll fix you up," Ray entered the building and a man took him to mat and then went on to check out his arm. "What happened to you?" "Bandit," "More info please," "Bandit...with a hand axe," The doctor sighed and rolled his eyes,"Was he or she tall,tanned,skinny...or what?" "The guy had an axe...that's all I needed to know. Hey I didn't come here to give a report on 'The Great Bandits of the World' I came for the arm and some food," The doctor left and when he returned he had some broth and a few medical,including a wood block. Ray gulped and asked,"Am I gona need to bite down on that?" "Yup," Ray set down the broth and then bit own the block and tensed up as the doctor started opperating on his arm. An hour and a half of pain later the doctor told him that'd he'd finished. Ray looked at his sticthed up arm and laid down and ate his broth. After a While he started drifting off and he was seeing a boy...laying in blood and dying. The boy reminded him of Ray...alot. Ray opened his eyes when a scream was herd and a guard ran in. "The orcs are hear!" Ray got on his feat and picked up a dagger. He put on his arm brace and went outside. There were about twenty of them and only four lightly armed guards. Ray prepared for a fight and got one. The orcs drew first blood as they slew three guards with ease but there was one,the one that Ray ran into,who was causing trouble. He killed off orcs. First one, then two, then there were three dead orcs. It was amazing that this guy was fighting off all of them. Ray snapped out of his awe and charge in. After about three minutes the orcs were dead. "Hey boy you ok?" "Yeah I guess...how about you" "Mhm," He turned and told a man that they needed to evacuate. The man turned and announced the news. The came over and explained that that was the guy who ran the joint. Ray packed his stuff and left with them. "Where are we going?" Ray asked the guard "We are going to...Moridor...to surrender and beg for mercy," Ray stopped and watched in horror as the rest of them marched off to their death. "YOU CAN'T!" Ray called but they kept marching. Ray forgot about the men and women who'd given up. He needed to find the Elf and get his memory back...what was the used it'd been two years sence then and he couldn't bring himself to face someone who thought he was dead...But what if thought you were someone else? Ray smiled and started marching to The City of Orcs. This was the one place where humans and elves could come into contact without being attacked. It was the one place he knew he'd find some answers...and mabey someone.