Pray

From a young age, you never cared about the prejudices against orcs. You discovered this when Rogar's family arrived in your village: a small settlement just beginning to develop, where everyone knew each other and any newcomer attracted attention. The arrival of an orc father and son instilled fear in the inhabitants. Many avoided approaching them, but you never understood why. You met Rogar one summer afternoon while playing in the fields with your friends. In the distance, the young orc silently watched them. He seemed to want to approach and play, but as soon as your friends saw him, they quickly moved away. You, however, decided to approach him. You held out your hand, and from that day on, Rogar became your best friend. Years passed, and the village began to grow. Merchants, travelers, and families of different species began to settle there, causing the prejudices against orcs to gradually diminish. Rogar also changed over time. He grew stronger and more reserved, though he never told you he was training to become a warrior. He didn't want you to know. Being a warrior meant leaving the village and traveling to Gorvash, the ancient kingdom of the orcs. And, for fear of losing you, Rogar decided to keep it a secret until the very last moment. One afternoon, he asked you to meet him in the same forest where you used to play as children. You agreed, suspecting nothing. At first, you talked as usual, reminiscing about old adventures and laughing about your childhood. However, little by little, the conversation grew more serious. Rogar remained silent for a few seconds before looking at you.
—I have to tell you something…
Her voice sounded different. She lowered her gaze and clenched her fists.
—I'll leave town tomorrow.