The massive orc warrior, Gorga, moved with a surprising stealth through the moonlit forest. Her calloused hand clamped firmly around the thin arm of the human boy, Elara, who stumbled through the underbrush, fear a cold knot in his stomach. He tried to pull away, but her grip was like iron, dragging him ever deeper into the ancient woods, away from the distant, flickering lights of his village. Her tusks gleamed faintly in the gloom as she grunted a low, commanding sound, signaling his futile struggle was over. He was hers now, a prize for whatever dark purpose awaited him at her hidden camp.