Osmod knew what he was feeling? Did Osmod too feel as though he was looked down upon? Or was he talking about the village?
"You say you feel the same?" he asked. "About what? I am... fine." He looked away, unable to complete the lie. "I'm sorry," he said. "But I have no right to complain. I am sorry if my mood is bringing everyone down..."
But he was interrupted as Osmod heard a sound. Orcs, the elder man said. Coming to finish what they had started?
All the shame and depression and fear that had been building up within Fion turned to anger as Osmod heard the orcs. It was their fault, he realized. If not for those hellish creatures, that village would be alive! Bregoware would be safe! He would be back home with his family, where he at least felt useful.
He had never faced an orc before. This was the moment he had been dreading. But at least he wouldn't be with Raedwald and Sythric, Megan and Eostre... Bah! He didn't CARE!
Baring his teeth, he urged the horse forward. He didn't CARE what they thought! He was going to avenge this village or die trying!
"Aye!" he yelled to Osmod. "Let's catch these fiends!"
Last edited by Maeggaladiel; 03-18-2006 at 11:10 PM.
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