so here i am standing in a vast plain, shirtless, 3 swords on my back, my teacher by my side, 1000 enemies in front of me, and 350 boys behind me, a dozen or so died in those 5 years, even if their all trained, they lack confidence, some are desperate, other blinded by revenge, only the adults and me, are keeping a calm head, me more so than the others, my master moved all the way to the back and sat, refusing to fight till the very end. i took the lead, and took the only stance i knew of, to let them all know that i was ready. the trumpets resonated through the valley, our enemies charged at us, the 10 of them mounting horses stayed behind. behind me, 200 boys ran away, 50 stood their ground, and 100 adults followed me , the dark horse of the arena, that day i earned myself the title of the mad one, i was the only none orc, to be part of the orcish history in a good way. before i even drew the first blood, an overgrown, steroids injected pig threw a spear from the other side of the battlefield and aimed at my teacher, his aim was true. i stopped dead in my tracks, so did the 100 adults following me, strangely enough so did our enemies. i noticed the my blood stopped boiling, and i was in control, i was in an adrenaline fueled state, in total control, i knew, no one could stop me for that short amount of time. but i took my two swords and buried them in the ground, undid my shackles, and walk back to my teachers corpse, there was absolute silence, for about 3 min, that is how long it took me to bury, i that very spot he died, i then stabbed my greatsword in the ground, to serve as a tombstone. payed my respect one last time, and finally let the emotions i controlled for 26 years, roam free. i blacked out, and there i had a strange dream, i was someone else and i trained myself by meditating and i could feel it work, and making me stronger. when i woke up from that dream, i was covered in black blood, using my calm mind i realized that i had slain all 990 orcs, only the generals and the prince were left. i had no chance of survival even if i killed the prince, so i did the unthinkable, i proposed a deal to the scared prince. i would kill the 150 remain soldiers, because the 200 that ran were killed, in exchange for my life. he agreed , and clearly so did the crowd. i succeeded, and the pigs kept their word, i was imprisoned for millennium until even my elven longevity was running out, i was freed by elves that heard my stories throughout the different wars in that era. my first action as a freed elf was to find myself a good elven girl to make up for lost time. their society did not have brothels, but i was still extremely good looking after cleaning my beard and cutting my hair and nails. i learned that elfs were not meant to outlive 1000 years, and that i was still alive because of my demonic blood, and that is why i had a tail and horns growing. elfs were not really judgmental about that, so i managed quite easily to find myself some girls, i was taken two days later to a priest because i neglected my health, got lost in pleasure, ha , live by the swords, die by malnutrition. it took one month to satisfy my libido, and hunger for actual food. i was thought the basic of all kind of magic, just enough to gain the affinity towards it, and thanks to my 1000 years of meditation, my control was absolute, i could literally fight 7 , 900 year old member of the high council singlehandedly with one spell. it took another years to learn their swordsmanship. on my way out of prison i had taken back my greatsword/tombstone, and named it legolas, i don't now the term came from. after that i set out for the land of the dwarfs. they were in a bad relationship with dragons, actually they either worshiped them like they were ordered too , or they did it out of fear. i figured if i wanted to die at the hand of a dragon, dwarfs were my best bet. in elven land, my name became ganjakralf the blue, they raised a statue of me, and i left legolas there, i was also promised an institute for hand to hand combat, they had my motto in big elvish letter under my statue.