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The Orc who Challenged Thrae

An orc lay between the flowers of the meadow, seemingly bored at the fate she found herself in.
A shepherd she was, this orc of the meadow; A shepherd of a flock of fluffy, dull sheep.
She plucked one of the flowers, this orc of the meadow, and counted its petals.
Four petals, one for each of the Founders, she thought to herself, this orc of the meadow.

Ixen had failed her long ago, she grumbled; He had promised her adventure if she just followed her kin.
But here she lay, among sheep in a meadow, no glory to be found, she would burn for not but a second.

Perhaps she could blame Edar. Yes, stagnation and routine were what her life had become.
As she lay there unmoving, among sheep in a meadow, like a rock, she stayed in her place.

Hesjing could bring some change, perhaps. He knew where all fates flowed, so perhaps he could divert her stream.
But there she still lay, among sheep in a meadow; her fate was to be with her kin.

So, this orc of the meadow, a silent prayer she made to the final petal.
But it was quickly torn from her grasp by a mocking gust.
Thrae! I can outrun your winds! I challenge you to a race!

So there she went, this orc of the meadow, leaving her stick and flock behind.
Running and running, she chased the last petal, but the wind would not subside.
The mocking gust twirled it, playing with its price, and tempted the orc in her hastening strides.

Down hills they went faster, then up they went slow, but not for a moment did either of them hold.
For this was a race that she had called upon herself, in that silent prayer she made.

The wind died down, and the petal descended, as the orc could barely catch her breath.
She leaped as she caught it, that fluttering petal, and fell on her back.
A grin widened to a smile as she gazed upon her prize.

She boasted and cheered, that orc with the petal, as she headed back home.
Now tired and satisfied, she lay in her spot, between the flock and the flowers.

She had bested the wind, that orc with the petal.
And her kin would hear the tale forevermore.


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