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Someone to share my life with. Someone to talk to. Someone to keep me company.
I start to sob in the darkness then. My tears are hot, and I press my fingers into my eyes as if that will stop the tears.
I am so tired of being alone. I am so tired of having no one to talk to. I am so tired of looking after myself.
An orc for a mate is not what I want, though. I would rather be alone than mate with an orc.
“It’s time to get used to being alone, my girl,” I say grimly into the darkness. A tree branch rattles against the window then as if in agreement. “You can look after yourself well enough. You don’t need anybody. And you certainly do not need an orc.”
I shudder at the thought of the large male orcs in the Risen Ash clan. I never would have thought that I’d find an orc attractive, and I still don’t. But now, when I look at the way that Julie and Amara look at their mates, I cannot help but wonder.
I turn onto my other side again as thoughts of orcs plague my mind.
A surge of anger washes over me as I lay there and realize that I have exchanged one prison for another.
The human settlement was a prison that kept me safe from orcs. And now I am in a prison of my own making because I cannot assimilate to life with the orcs.
I don’t hate them. I just can’t trust them. I’m human. They destroyed civilization as we knew it. I’d be a fool to trust any of them.
But as time passes and the night grows older, all I feel is loneliness. Loneliness that is amplified in the cold darkness.
How am I going to get through winter like this?I think wearily to myself as I turn again.
It is close to dawn. There are no curtains on my windows – I haven’t had the energy to make any yet – so I am woken by sunlight every morning.
Now I can see the creeping fingers of the sunlight stretching in through the window as if to caress my face.
I did not sleep one second all night, because all I could think of was my own loneliness.
Is this how it is going to be forever?
THE END.
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Idrop my pickaxe at the mouth of the mine as I step into the open air, the metal tip clanking against the countless pickaxes beneath it as it falls. The setting sun glances off of the snow capped tips of the mountain range around us, stars beginning to wink into existence in the sky.
After a few steps forward, I reach the small stand where one of the dark elf overseers sits, taking inventory of the product we bring back to the surface from the mines. I shrug off my bag and hand it to him, watching as he rummages through it and pulls a chunk of kirialite out, his eyes glimmering as he beholds the raw stone.
The dark elf gives me a curt nod before sliding a handful of tickets to me. They never give us real money, of course, as it could be used to formulate some type of escape, but these tickets are as good as currency within the camp.
I grab the tickets off the table and return his nod, turning away and letting a small sigh slip through my lips as I start on my way home. Camp Horizon isn’t a bad place to be as a human, and if I’m being honest with myself, I rather enjoy the predictability of my routine.
Wake at dawn, to the mines just after sunrise, work until sunset, and on the way home at twilight. The same location, same activity, and same schedule, every day but holidays.
The dark elves aren’t as bad here as they are on the other continents, either. Sure, there are some who are too quick with their whip and take too much of an interest in the human women, but the vast majority are rather apathetic.
