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The Orc's Awakening c24

Updated: Sep 20, 2021

Chapter 24: The Orc and Gramps

Orukus: “(snort) Fwew. What a day.”

I excused myself from the dining room and I laid on a sofa in the main living room.

I was bored, and I wanted a place to lie down and relax.

Gramps made the wooden frame, and I made the cushions. Tree sap actually contains stuff that can turn into rubber. It’s not easy to work with without magic or… err… at least not in the modern-age quality that I was used to. So this was quite comfortable to sit my porky butt in.

Since I could make cushions, I went ahead and made mattresses for the girls, and asked Gramps to deliver it to their rooms with the wooden bed frames. I know hammocks can be comfortable, but I grew up sleeping in a bed.

Gramps was sitting in a rocking chair next to the fireplace smoking his pipe.

Orukus: “(snort) Hey Gramps…”

Gramps: “What is it, boy?”

Orukus: “(snort) Why do they call this place the ‘Man-Eating Forest’?”

I wanted to know but didn’t want to know at the same time.

Gramps let out long, billowing smoke that twisted and bloomed into a large, flower-shaped cloud in the air before it wilted and evaporated.

Gramps: “Why do you think, boy?”

Orukus: “..........(snort) because the Monsters in the forest kill the humans?”

An awkward silence follows. Gramps just let’s the words sit untouched, undisturbed.

Orukus: “.....(snort) why do we do it?”

I haven’t felt any overwhelming urges to kill people. My porky instincts are all about survival, not murder.

Gramps: “You really are a strange one…but your question is appreciated. Most would not think twice about our role in this world.”

Orukus: “(snort) roles? You mean that [Watcher] stuff that Noir girl was talking about?”

Gramps: “Correct. Yes, we end human lives here in this forest - inarguably prematurely. But for those of us still in our right minds, we do not enjoy it. Our work is swift - almost administrative.”

Orukus: “(snort) but... why?”

Is that my role too? Am I supposed to be killing the girls in the next room?

Gramps: “If you do not know already, then I can’t answer that for you. My words would simply fall on deaf ears. You are different from us in many ways, and you are who you are - never more, never less. Never forget that. You will have to discover the reasons yourself.”

There was a tinge of sadness in Gramps’ smile, but our conversation ended there.


Noir: “Shana, I don't know about that weird fatty, but that Treant is a [Watcher]. He’s the arch nemesis of all humanity. You can’t even begin to imagine how many people die at his hands everyday!”

Shana: “I know he’s a Monster, but Sir Tree is a good...Monster! He hasn’t done anything to try and harm us since we arrived here! And don’t call Mr. Orukus a fatty! I know he’s...well…rounder on the edges, but he’s a good person too!”

Noir: “ROUND?! I’ve seen barrels skinnier than that balloon of fat!! You don’t know if he’s even human! Have you seen what's underneath that mask?!”

Shana: “So what if he's not! He saved our lives!! All he’s done so far is given us medical care, food, and a safe place to rest!!”

Noir: “How could you call the lair of a [Watcher] a safe place?!”

Shana: “Because I know! I can tell when someone….when someone wants to....…”

Dark memories of the pasts overtakes her as tears well up and fall down Shana's cheeks.

Ayse gets up and swiftly runs up and holds Shana in her arms. She gently pats her head and hair, and gives Noir a worried look.

Noir: “.......I’m sorry. I know. I know there’s nothing we could have done about......all of this.......I know this isn’t anyone’s fault. I know that. I’m sorry, Shana. I wasn’t trying to corner you. I was just so worked up about being so close to an Treant and lost my temper…”

Noir walks over to Shana and holds her too with Ayse.

Noir: “We’ll get out of this. I promise…”


Gramps: “You really don’t want to know?”

Orukus: “Shut up, Gramps.”

I had a pillow over my head and curled up into the ball on the sofa. I’m a round, porky pillow right now. Pretty sure my fat would be very soft, warm, and comfortable.

Gramps: “You should at least know about what’s being said.”

As long as we’re in my hideout, Gramps has eyes and ears everywhere. In fact, I’m fairly certain that he has eyes and ears everywhere around this forest.

Orukus: “(snort) It’s called privacy.”

Gramps: “It’s called intentional, negligent ignorance! Privacy? Humans always do their darkest acts in the darkest places. It is better to know all things and to be known by all things than to let humans hide in their shadows.”

Orukus: “(snort) True, but if I want these girls to trust me, then I have to give them their space. I have to trust them first.”

Gramps: “It’s foolish and risky. You know that most humans will betray you.”

Orukus: “.......(snort) if that happens, then well, it happens….”

It won’t be the first time or the last. It does make me want to crawl into my workshop and never come out again...but I’m a Pig now, and as scary as this world is, there’s no smart phones, internet or computers, and a whole new fantasy world to explore…..or be killed in it…...

Now that I think about it, heroes tended to be pretty lonely too, always fighting the world by themselves. I guess it just comes with the job.

Depressing thoughts creep in, but the dining room door opens, and Noir walks into the main room.

I sit up from the couch, and our eyes meet.

Noir: “Can we talk?”

There was a hardness and determination in her voice that made me tense up.

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