We do not have human names. We have lived far beyond you can comprehend and will exist far into the future. You may call us Nymphs. We live in the forest and are the forest. We saw what happened that day. The unnatural ones took the young human girl. They ripped the banner, took a bag, and scared the horse. We saw them take her to our clearing with evil intent in their soulless eyes. We whispered in their ears and loosened her ties. The fates told us of the importance of this. We calmed their fiery hearts and ebbs their rage. "She is but a small child," my sister cooed. "She must be hidden." "SHE MUST BE PROTECTED." We knew this would hurt the queen one. We cried for her when her soul untethered from her mortal coil. We still cry for her, but the only way to save the young human girl was to secret her away.
No one could have anticipated the fate's Nymphs intervening. Their whispers rewired a basic instinct in the orcs. They would no longer blindly follow the orders of the mage hand Zorriand.
