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“Why won’t he see him now! I want
him out of my prison!” The blonde elf glared at the enormous brown
orcs towering him. He had been asking over and over for the exact
same thing, but he felt as if the words went in through one ear and
out the other. The Admiral didn’t like dealing with the orcs if at
all possible. The only reason he did was because he had a high
position within the Horde Army now, and being one of the only elves
to hold that rank, he wasn’t going to mess it up, but it frustrated
him when the orcs seemed to simply stare at him as if his mouth were
moving but the words never formed in their brains. “Do you
understand me? Now!”
“He’s not ready to receive the
elf,” one of the orcs finally said.
“What?”
“Busy.”
“He’s a traitor! He’ll admit to
it if you ask him! What better way to scare the masses than by
showing what is done to traitors! Instead you house him here…”
The prison wasn’t at all nice. The lack of light made it dark and
cold within and the Admiral hated sitting in his makeshift office,
guarding prisoners. “I want him gone!”
“You don’t tell us what to do.
When he wants to see him, he’ll see him.” Admiral Lightdawn ran
his hands through his hair with frustration. It would take a few more
hours before he heard two more soldiers approach the orcs.
“Get the elf traitor ready,” the
new orc said and the other two nodded, heading toward the cell.
“About damn time,” the Admiral
shouted and walked behind the orcs. Each step echoed through the
darkened stone halls and their armor seemed to make extra noise. As
they approached the cell, the Admiral opened the door and chuckled.
“Time to meet the Warchief, pirate.”
Sitting on the dirt ground with his
face covered by the surrounding darkness, the imprisoned elf chuckled
once and nothing more. The orcs walked in and reached into the
shadows to grab him by the arms. The pirate allowed himself to be
dragged without putting any effort into walking. As they dragged him
away, Admiral Lightdawn laughed and locked the cell door, following
behind them.
With shackled hands and feet, the orcs
continued to drag the redhead elf through the streets of Orgrimmar.
His hair had fallen over his face, so it was difficult for anyone to
recognize him. Closer to the gate they got until they turned into a
building in the center of all the city’s activity, and straight
into the round and open room, where Garrosh himself stood. Mumblings
surrounded the pirate and soon, he heard that deep voice he was
waiting to hear.
“You’re the one who tried to take
one of my airships,” the orc chief softly rumbled. “What have you
to say for yourself?”
With a smile on his face, the elf
lifted his head and proudly said, “Yes I am. Your ships aren’t
well protected.”
The Warchief grunted at him and paced
a bit to the side. “We don’t have room for traitors in the
Horde.”
“No, I think you do.” That
response caused the orc that was holding him to punch his head. The
elf gasped for air and shook out the ringing in his ears.
“We don’t have traitors in the
Horde!” The Warchief roared again. This time, those present agreed
with him, but the elf spat out blood and chuckled.
“Fuck the Horde.”
The Warchief snarled as the orcs beat
him once more, forcing him to hang his head and the red mop of hair
that fell over. “This elf does not know his place. In fact, he
doesn’t have one.” He walked toward the elf and looked down at
him. “I dare you to say that again.”
The elf lifted his shaking head and
opened his bloodstained mouth with a smile before slowly saying,
“Fuck the Horde.” It was enough for Garrosh to kick him in the
stomach causing him to collapse and struggle to breathe.
“You are dead, elf! Tomorrow, out in
the open for all to see. We will not have traitors amongst us!” He
turned away. “Get that traitor away from me!” The orcs grabbed
the somewhat conscious elf and dragged him away, back to the cell.
The Admiral quickly ran to the cell,
“What happened?”
“He will die tomorrow.” The orc’s
words made him shudder, but he only nodded and opened the cell. The
orcs threw him onto the dirt floor and proceeded to kick and beat
him, staining the cell with the elf’s blood. The elf was not
responsive and the Admiral knew that if the orcs valued their life,
they wouldn’t kill the traitor, but they enjoyed the brutal attack.
The Admiral grabbed onto the cell bars and watched, wincing each time
a boot or a fist struck the pirate.
“Not so brave now, huh?” shouted
one orc.
“Now say what you told the Warchief!
Say it again, scum!” shouted another, but the elf didn’t move to
protect himself. His breathing was shallow and his legs or arms would
twitch a bit here and there.
One of the orcs grabbed him by the
neck and forced his eye open. “Look at him. Blue eyes, like those
other traitorous scum that hide with the Alliance!”
The other orc seemed to grin and
walked toward the pirate. “I hate blue elf eyes,” he stated. He
took his dagger and as he was about to stick it into the pirate’s
eye, the blade stopped at the sound of a shout.
“Enough!” The Admiral screamed
while he wondered why in the world was this traitor’s abuse
affecting him.
“You’re defending him?” asked an
orc.
“No, but that’s not necessary.
He’s had enough. Go back to your posts.” The orcs looked at each
other and shrugged, dropping the elf to the floor. He fell with a
heavy thud and if it wasn’t for the small chest movements, the
Admiral would have thought he was already dead. The blonde elf opened
the cell door and ran to the pirate’s side. “If he dies before
Garrosh has his moment of triumph, you’ll probably pay for it.”
As he reached out for the injured elf, he noticed that he was being
slightly dragged as the orcs began to leave. “Wait! His hair is
stuck on your armor!”
One of the orcs looked at the red
locks tangled into his companion’s armor and with the swing of his
axe, his companion was set free. “Not no more.” The orcs laughed
and walked out of the cell. The Admiral looked down at the long
strands of red hair that lay on the ground and then turned to the
pirate. He sighed and shook his head as he knelt beside the elf,
attempting to cradle his beaten head.
“Why did you have to do something
like that? We’re part of the Horde! We’ve been part of the Horde
for quite some time now. What is it with this stance of defiance?”
Cristianno tried to open his aching
eye only to see a blurry image of the Admiral. With a whimpering
whisper, he replied, “Fuck the Horde.”
The Admiral shook his head. “You’re
an idiot.” He gently put the elf back on the ground, placing his
head on the rags he had for a pillow, and walked away. His steps
kicked the fallen red strands and it seemed that he kicked them out
of rage. “You’re an idiot! And you’re going to die because
you’re an idiot!” After slamming the cell door, he disappeared
out of sight.
Cristianno managed to see the blurry
red at eye level before closing his eyes and passing out.
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