so here i am, a new born baby, my first sight was the unreachable sky, i was pulled towards, a strange beating, it was heavens to my hears, i enjoyed so much that i grabbed it and started kissing it, and a strange liquid started flowing through it, delicious did not began to cover it. suddenly i felt as if the world was falling apart, i no longer felt the warm of the sun, the taste and color of the delicious nectar of gods changed from white to red in an instant, i felt cold in my abdomen, and then darkness to hold of me. when i next woke up, i was in a pit with other same sized being, we were feed once a day until we were big enough, then we were taken to be fighting partners of the orcs that captured us. i spent 2 years, just growing, i learned all kind of language from the elderly of the captives, so many race and their stories, my greed for knowledge only grew with time. the next two years i was forced to do chores, and got myself some scars. thankfully never hit my handsome face. i later learned that my father was sparred but died on the way to the orcs camp, apparently, adult woman are spared to be raped, and nurse the children, and male are raised to be punching bag, i was lucky, i guess, i was a boy,after that i was trained for a year, but i trained my body on my own,i was in a children's arena till i was seventeen, yet i managed to lose my virginity haha, with a willing... orc unfortunately. To get trough it, all i had to do was imagining that it wasn't a one on one but me fucking their species to death, that earned me a reputation, and fucked my way into better living conditions, until the fated day, on my 21 years of existence, the challenge of the king, the prince of orcs at the age of twenty is to chose 999 warriors and train them in formation and warfare for 5 years, we prisoner were chosen as his punching bags. there were 264 children and 107 physically fit punching bag for adults. we were given weapon and rations, and direction to train for our doom. we were forbidden from battle training only one on ones. i did not have many friends, because they didn't like me fucking orcs. so they all agreed by themselves to team up with their 3 or 4 friends and choose together an adult to train with, meanwhile i went an chose mine first. my fighting experience after 21 years, was the mastery of the greatsword, in both speed and strength but not technique, for it was self taught, one handed, and dual wielding blades, master at one handed, good enough to attract a crowd in dual wielding, i had the perfect balance between both arms, just no real skills. after i won my championship in the youth arena, by slaying a group of orcs, i kinda angered someone with high enough power to buy me out of the arena. the terms of the deals were, i don't get killed, i don't lose any arms or legs, and he can do whatever he wants with me for some time. i got tortured, and chained, after some time he made me fight his other son, but as i was quite liked in the arena, i was given the chance to change the fight or the terms, i changed the duel of pride into a wager, if i win, i get a night with his wifeS,(its about hurting his pride, not being attracted to piglike women) and he forges me my own weapons. the fight was 50 vs 1, and i did not use weapons, in exchange they had no long range ones. i won, i fucked his wifes so good, a few days later, he killed one of them because she wanted to leave him for a stronger male, who had some of my special talents. my weapons of choice were a greatsword, and two one handed swords, double egded that connected to my shackles, kinda like kratos from god of war. anyways , back to choosing my teacher, i chose the oldest man there, i figured when the battle comes 5 years later, its every man for himself, i didn't a teacher that was strong, but one that knew whats strength was. i turned out that the old man was a monk. in the five years that he trained me, the most important lessons of his was his long gone temple's motto, it goes '' i do not study the divine to imitate what they do, i study the divine to imitate what they are''. i also learned from him my name. apparently the first thing i had heard from my mother, i kept repeating since i was brought there, no one knew the meaning of the words so i assumed it was a name. my name is ganjakralf, it will later mean the mad one, i had the honor of given meaning to the last words of my mother. in the 5 years i spent with the monk, i never learned a new technique, i merely perfected myself, i all areas, mainly hand to hand combat. so here we are, five years later, a 26 years old half-elf/half succubi, unique i was told, for all succubi were female, i was only left alone because i had no demonic power. tomorrow is the war, tonight, we are no longer prisoner, but citizen in the orcs stronghold. i got myself some tattoos, and i was on my way to the red district, i believe it was time that id get to know women other than orcs. in one night i may have broken some kind of records, if gods existed in this world, i would surely have gotten a blessing in the form of a divine high five. the issue of payment was resolved using my body haha. when i woke up the next day, next to numerous naked bodies, my gazes rose with the sun, i sat there thinking, my blood was boiling, i thought it was because my death was nearing, but only later will i realize how wrong i was.