The Seven

Chapter 1

The journey starts in village of Almeila, the village of the half-breeds. This place was founded due to the Acosian Kingdom's laws and principles concerning racial purity and superiority. It is no more than a kennel to put those deemed impure. Due to this there is no law to be found here making it a haven for criminals of all sorts. These conditions leave the forced residents of this town to do what they must to simply survive, but this story starts with something and someone smaller than those problems.

A young Half-orc boy, no older than ten years old, walks down an alley. His skin has a dull green hue. His hair is jet black but matted and covered with dirt and grime just like the rest of him. His eyes were a bright blue. He has surprisingly strong features for a boy his age, but his form was gaunt and skinny. He wore tattered rags that could barely be considered clothing. He stumbled forward hungrily.

It had been nearly three days since his last meal, and he didn't know if he'd last another. He trudged along, every step causing a small bit of pain in his stomach. He could smell some kind of food in the distance. It had been so long his brain didn't even register what it was, just that it was edible. He was about to round the corner of the alley when he heard the dream of a little girl and then a loud thud.

"Please, stop! I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" the small voice cried out.

"You bet you won't, you little bitch." a gruffer voice called.

'What poor thing did Jorvin catch today?' the young boy pondered as he came out of the alley onto the street.

There he saw a little girl lying on the ground. There was a tall fat man with a balding head standing over her. He was one of the few humans in the city. As a result he was bitter cold-hearted man. Jorvin then began to kick the little girl.

'That's too much. He'll kill her.' and before the boy knew it he was running towards the two.

He was approving them quickly. No real plan had formed in his mind. He didn't even realise he was running at first. The boy then crashed into the man's side, sending him careening forward into a market stall filled with fruit. He reached is hand down and grabbed the girl.

"Come on! We have to go now!" he exclaimed as he grabbed the small girl's wrist.

She attempted to stand but fell as she put her weight on her legs. The boy looked back and forth between the girl and the man with fear and urgency in his eyes. He then picked up the child and ran.

"Hold on." the boy said.

The girl clasped her arms around his neck. As he ran by the man's stall he scooped as much of the fruit as he could into the lap of his rescuee. He didn't stop for a long time after that, running as far and as fast as he could. Finally stopping near the edge of town he collapsed against the wall of a rickety wooden shack.

"Are you alright?" he asked the young girl.

"You saved me." she told him with tears in her eyes. "Thank you." She buried her face in his chest gripping pieces of his shirt in her tiny hands.

She looked back up at him and smiled. Her skin had a violet coloration, her eyes full with a deep crimson, her hair was short and wavy, but her most apparent feature were two horns that curled into a partial loop similar to a ram's.

"I'm Asuron. What's your name?" the boy asked.

"Tora, my name is Tora." she answered.

"Well Tora, I haven't eaten for days, and I'm sure you haven't either. We should eat." He told her as he sat her down beside him against the wall.

She nodded her head. He grabbed an orange from her lap and peeled it, giving half to his new friend. They ate all they could, still having half of their won spoils left over. With full stomachs and eased hearts they fell asleep. Leaning on each other's shoulders.