Greenhorn Prologue > Greenhorn + <
OK—I'm a fuckhead taking my first steps here and I'm starting from the worst depths right away... I think, it's best to start at the bottom, because you have nothing to fall from? Will I ever get back up from here? Dick knows!
For now, I have to start somewhere-
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Overall, this will be an Orc x Male Reader. A bit longer than a one-shot, but nothing too serious. For now, just a small, shitty prologue as an introduction and some background info.
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WARNINGS: fighting, blood, death, war, Reader is attacked and kidnapped, English is not the author's first language, a little help from online translators
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GREENHORN
Reader yanked his longsword from the orc's body and immediately positioned it to defend against the next opponent. The brutal fighting around him drowned out any other sounds, forcing the man to focus on what he saw. And that wasn't pretty either. This wasn't even part of the main battle near the capital. They were attacked on their way to the main force defending the last wall of the Collabin Kingdom, which they were supposed to support. However, the enemy force spotted them first, and they slowly fell like flies.
Reader flinched in horror as his foot stepped on the hand of a dead Collabin knight. He wasn't terrified by his "comrade's" death itself, but by the possibility of losing his balance because of the body which was in the way. After all, why would he worry about one of the men responsible for the enslavement of his people? Fighting an orc with a war sword of the worst kind was enough to make him fear for his life. If he fell now, he might as well have said he was falling into his grave. But for now, he's able to handle much larger opponents than most people. Enough so that he took a moment to look around and assess the situation. The path was dominated by the color red, the blood of the mutually hostile races. Even the green skin of the orcs and the silver armor of the Collabins were merely a canvas for the sinister paint.
The man grimaced at the carnage around him. He was forced to see it again. The Collabin Kingdom had always attacked others to seize land and slaves in the most brutal way possible. A country built on the suffering of others. It's good that they finally came across an opponent stronger than themselves. From his extremely rare in war pause, Reader was pulled out of his thoughts by a panicked horse, which threw its dead green rider off its back. He barely escaped the hooves of a monstrous creature designed to carry members of a vast race. Wait... A horse? The soldier immediately followed his instincts and jumped onto the frightened beast. He had to spend the next few moments taming the horse and fighting for survival, but Reader's experience allowed him to control even the steeds of the wild plains. After all, it was often said that in his tribe, children were born in the saddle.
With one hand on his horse's mane and the other holding his sword, Reader charged into battle with renewed vigor. The man on the orc horse ravaged the battlefield, unaware of the black eye watching him. The young man fought as hard as he could, despite his wounds and the weariness in his arms. And the knowledge that the fight was doomed. But he had no way to escape. Somewhere among the trees, more orcs were ready to kill the fugitives. Seconds of fighting followed, followed by minutes of suffering. Until finally, a lone man on horseback stood in the center, surrounded by orcs.
Out of breath, Reader looked around to observe the circle formed by the green-skinned men and women. He was surprised to find himself the last one standing. Of all these knights and soldiers, he was the only one left? He had to admit, he felt a certain pride. The fighting spirit of the Sov-Veng tribe remained unbroken, even after years of slavery. It was a pity that despite all their efforts, he would die. The young man hunched his shoulders and lowered his sword to his side. He waited for the next events with a grim awareness, finally hearing the clatter of hooves from beyond the circle in the dead silence. The prisoner's eyes watched the approaching figure from behind blood-matted hair. Who is-
A sudden blow to the back of Reader's head knocked him from his horse, knocking him unconscious before he knew who was approaching.
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The general idea is that Reader (You?) hails from the plains, where tribes known for their excellent horsemanship lived. However, they were conquered by the Collabin Kingdom and forcibly conscripted into the army as cannon fodder in the subsequent turf wars. This time, Collabin attacked an enemy too large for them, and Reader eventually ends up a slave to the orcs :^
