The sound of birds chirping eventually woke me. What in blanket’s name happened last night? I felt like I had a strange dream, about an orc and a red haired woman. I checked for those familiar blurry red numbers.

My eyes darted all over the place in search for them desperately. They were nowhere to be found, in fact I couldn't see anything at all. I was in a void, an abyss of blackness encased me entirely. There was no way I could make out anything.

Franticly my eyes darted, and to my surprise could see my bed, but it was glowing a righteous white. Oh my blanket! Have you finally come to take me as a disciple of the sleeping ways?

Trying not to freak out anymore then I already have recently, I collected myself again while getting my breathing under control. Eventually my eyes did settle on something very bizarre. A figure of a tall woman sitting at the bottom end of my bed entered my vision. What did I do last night!? Should I feel lucky?

Those thoughts quickly left me when I realized the color of her skin and the broad outline she cast. The memories of the floating twisted face instantly punched me back into realization. Was this the body that face belonged to? She sat there, completely still. I dared not to make a sound or movement, instead I simply just watched her with the concentration of a hawk.

After observing for what felt like centuries, my ears picked up something. It was the sad lonely sound of tears streaming down her face with muffled sniffles. Slowly her broad figure started to shake into a full blown sob. I kept thinking what I should do in my head while this presumable orc was crying in my bed.

I'm not the nicest person in the world, but I'd like to think I'm not a complete ass. Let’s say I'm going fucking nuts right now anyway, maybe talking to her would somehow help me.  Ya know? Maybe she’s a figment of my imagination, and we got a lot of stuff to talk about, maybe we could sort my life out, have a cup of tea, conquer the world together, and then she would disappear once my life was back on the right track.. Thats fucking sad.

Ever so slowly I inched down the bed, trying not show the slightest hint of threat. She was right next to me at this point, and I felt like my heart was about to explode like a grenade from my chest in fear. She completely dwarfed me. I could only guess her size was roughly three times my own.

My original plan was to put my arm on her shoulder while attempting to talk. This plan quickly went out the window considering that my arm can’t even reach the mountain she would call her shoulder. Silently words mumbled out of me mixed with some fear "What's wrong?".

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In the blink of an eye the big face that haunted me to sleep was now looking at me, but something was different. This time it harbored no anger, hate, or animosity, instead it looked sad, lonely, and broken like when I first saw it. Those deep emerald eyes looked at me again, tugging at my very soul.

"Kharash entire clan was killed." The strong broad figure eventually managed to utter those words under her escaping breath. I dreaded to hear the answer to the question I had running in my head.

"By who?"

"Little elf man running around! He too fast and killed chief with one hit.. then.. elf man took chief weapon and" There was a clear pause in her trembling voice.

"Elf man worse than brutal Gurtosh clan! killed children and woman while taking everything we had.."

Rubbing her belly gently she spoke with complete emptiness "Me was 2 months pregnant with future chief when he take light from my eyes."

"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry.. please.. please-" I’m on the floor prostrating myself speaking these words. I knew full well who that half elf was. I didn't know how this was happening, and quite frankly I don’t even care. It was easy to see those orcs on the monitor as nothing but experience, but now right in front of me stood a crying orc.The eyes of emptiness stared at him, eyes that stared not at him, not at his room, but at an empty black void that doesn't end, she had nothing left. Hot tears were streaming down her face. The huge orc started patting my head.

"It okay little human, it not your fault,"

Even after losing everything, she still had the heart to pat my head and try to comfort me? I’m a fucking murderer. I did it.. Tell her.. Scream those words out. Don’t be a pussy.

"It is! I.. I kil-"

I'm staring at the orc trying to apologize, but before I could finish something grotesque happened. Scars, wounds, cuts, scrapes, blood, missing chunks of flesh, and skin peeling off her started to appear over what was her previously perfect body. The most horrible of all was the deep wound of a jagged axe right where her stomach lay. My fucking blanket god, why have I taken away the warm embrace of a blanket from a baby?

Her body started to fade away right before my eyes. I wanted to reach out. I wanted to apologize sincerely. Did I want to do it for her though, or do I just want to know I'm not a murderer. I tried to reach out to her, but I ended up grasping air where she once sat. She vanished, leaving not the smallest hint or trace she ever even existed.

Tears were shooting down my face like bullets as I lay my head into the floor. What have I done? I’m pounding my fist onto the wooden floor as I break down.

“Hey keep it the fuck down up there!” was muffled below me.

Stopping my assault on the innocent wooden floor, I just lay there slumped on the ground thinking things over.