Why are you upset, lil half-orc?

It wasn't actually difficult to find where she went: the town wasn't that big, and when she asked around, they could easily tell her where to look for -in some stones by the beach.

As she walked closer, she could see the ears of the girl perk up, hearing her come. But as she saw her shoulders moving in a distinctive way -sobbing-, she decided to announce her arrival.

"Why arre you upzet, lil half-Orc?" she said.

Bogilla cleaned her eyes with her hand, before answering.

"I'm not a half-orc. I'm a quadroon, three quarters elves."

Garra, kneeling by the side of her half sister, frowned confused.

"How kan that be? I'm an Orc... zo you muzt be a Half orc!"

Bogilla sighed. "If that bastard Bog actually is your father, you aren't an orc, but a Half orc... at best."

Garra scratched her head. How could she be a half orc, if her mother was an orc?

"If I'm a half orc: How much orrc are you?"

Bogilla growled, but finally she answered, looking at the sky. "I would have loved to say, I'm no orc at all. But due that damned Bog, I can't be sure now I'm even a quadroon elf, really. A Half elf, with luck"

"...then I'm half elf?" asked Garra confused.

"w-what? no! I'm MAYBE a half elf. You are MAYBE a half orc."

her half-sister perplexed look told her, she didn't got at all what she meant.

"Then we arre half orcs, half elvez?"

Bogilla sighed, before lying in the sand, looking at the sky. "I actually don't know anymore what I really am"

Garra frowned, looking at the ocean. Then, she decided something. She have always been an orc. Why now she would be a half orc? She still feel like she have always felt.

"How kan't you know what you arre?" she said. "You feel differrent than beforre? You arre different than beforre? No? Then how you kan doubt?"

Bogilla picked a stone from the shore and angrily throw it to the sea. 

"It's because of that stupid Bog!!!"

"That'z why you arre upzet?" Garra asked. "Why?"

"You wouldn't understand" Bogilla said.

"Why not?"

"You are an orc!"

"You zay it like iz a bad thing?"

Bogilla blushed, ashamed. She shouldn't have said that. "Its... its that nobody will understand!"

"I kan try"

Bogilla sighed. She then laid back in the sand again, staring at the clouds in the sky.

"I... I never knew my father. For long I thought it was a man from where I lived. And once I knew the profession of my mother, I feared any of the filthy clients of the inn could be him... until my mother told me about my father. She said he was a brave half elf hero, who helped save the village. Since I knew that, I always imagined someday he would return, to save my mother and me, and bring us back home...

And then, it resulted that my father was HIM. The broadest of broadest of them all, a bastard and a pig, who had bedded women all over eastern Aels and had more children that he even knows!!"

she looked back at her half orc, half sister. Garra scratched her chin.

"You arre right. I don't underrztand it"

Bogilla bitterly smiled to herself. "Told you, you wouldn't understand"

"No" Garra said. "I don't underrztand. You zaid, you hoped your fatherr wuill zomeday returrn, to zave you, and brring you bakk home... but izn't precisely Bog doing that?"

Bogilla tried to articulate an answer. "What?! No! It's totally not the same!"

"Why? Bekauze he izn't a handsome half-elf prrince?"

"NO! It's because he is-he is-he... he is BOG!" she groaned annoyed. "And as well, he can expect to simply show up like nothing ever happened, and act like everything is fine!!"

"... that I underztand" Garra said.

Bogilla was surprised. "How? You seemed to be very friendly to him!"

Garra picked as well a stone from the shore and threw it into the sea -much further away than the throw Bogilla had done-.

"Forr what I know, mozt people don't know much of uz, the Blakk orcs of Tok-Thoria, the Koktos... we arre a rratherr new rrace, krrafted by the darrk magickz of a powerrful, evil wizarrd, the Nigrromante of Tok-Thoria.

He made everrything forr uz, hiz zlavez. He waz everrything az well. We had nothing. Not even familiez, az the zervantz of the demon took the young orcs, to be raised loyal only to him. But Bog waz my Father" Garra explained, as she looked for more stones to throw.

"How and why, I don't know. I waz the only girl of my nursery were we were being rraized, that had family. That had a fatherr. The otherr orc girrlz wherre jealouz, but I waz happy. He made me drream" as she reached that point, she began to throw into the ocean the stones, trying to give them effect so they bounced in the water. She didn't had much luck in her attempts.

Bogilla, picking a flat stone threw it, making it skip many times in the surface of the bay. She smiled triumphantly, while Garra frowned.

"BAH! Anyway, he prromized he would take me away frrom Tok-Thoria... until one day, he dizappearred. He dezerted while on a kampaign -I didn't knew then, but he got himzelf in zome prroblemz-, but all I kould underrztand, waz that he left me.

I hated him. And as I grrew up, I hated him forr abandoning me. Forr not keeping hiz prromize. I waz very unhappy, and neverr quite fit in Tok-Thoria"

"Then what happened?" asked Bogilla.

"He rreturrned" Garra said. "He kept hiz promize. Always did, and he rreturrned az zoon he kould -but it waz too late, I thought-. He zaved me, and took me away frrom that horrrrible place. But I ztill hated him, forr taking zo long.

He helped me to achieve my drream, but still I rezented him"

"Your dream?" asked Bogilla. She was more interested than that she would like to admit in the story of her half sister... and she was a bit ashamed to recognize herself, she didn't actually had thought before orcs -or half orcs- could be more than some sorts of harmful beasts.

"I wanted to be a warrrriorr and zee the worrld" Garra said with a smile. Bogilla thought to herself, an orc is an orc after all... thought maybe not as stupid as the creatures she thought them to be "He trrained me and enrrolled me in  a merrcenarry company. We actually went along forr zome time togetherr.

Then, with time, I kame to forrget him." Garra said, before saying. "He ztill iz an azz thought"

Bogilla snorted in a smothered laughter, agreeing with that statement.

The half black orc of Tok-Thoria, Mercenary officer of the Blood Snakes Company, smiled as well.

"I don't zay, forrget him" Garra finally said. "But don't hold againzt him being himzelf, rratherr than the handzome half-elf prrince you drreamed him to be...

...now, iz getting kolderr now, and I have a kozy rroom in the town'z taverrn werre we kan get to know each otherr betterr"

Actually, Bogilla hadn't noticed until then, how hungry and cold she was.

"Thanks" she muttered.

"No prroblem" Garra said. "What iz family forr, otherrwize?"
 

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Not too sure I get in this chapter all the deepness of characters and story I wanted <___<
Not too happy with the drawing too D:>