The half orc looked alert with sword in hand but he could still feel the pain gripping
scars down his back. His eyes scanned the fog filled forest, the strange green canopy with
twisting roots that lead back into the blinding white fog. Nervous and in pain the half orc
set with his back towards the lake to keep his eyes ready for a battle. The half orc slammed
the tip of the sword into the sand, within reach and latched on to the handle with both of his
hands as he leaned his head forward to rest on the swords hilt.He began to watch his own breath
shutter in and out. Over and over he tried to put things in the proper place in his mind, but nothing made sense. He knew what a sword was and how to use it, but he could not even recall
his own name. Who am I ?, where have I come from? the half orc questioned himself.
Behind the half orc the lake came quietly alive, the lakes brown stagnet water rippled as
as nine huge eyes surfaced and began to look around, it found prey and an easy target.
The creature began to move silently through the water towards the grimy beach, now all its
eyes began to focus on the half orc as the hidden water beast quietly began to speed up.
