Prologue
A boat, silently floating along the banks of Orken Territory. The boat was a small, one man craft, that held a young man (an elf to be exact), and his meagre belongings. The elf was a runaway, a runaway prince who was never to be king.
The sun rose over the elf, bathing him in a golden glow. He was about 6 foot 1 with a lanky build that haden't quite filled out yet. His Startling ice blue eyes were scanning the horizon, his right hand keeping his blonde hair out of his eyes. He was hungry, ever so hungry, but he couldn't land on these shores. This was home to the Orks, a species that was not especially friendly toward his people, they lied, cheated, and often killed just because of a scrap of meat.
The elf pulled out his double ended paddle and started rowing. By noon, he was able to see the Human Blockade.
The Human Blockade was built to an enormouse size thanks to the contributions of many generations. He had thought of becoming part of the Watch because he was not able to keep up with his little brother who had been named heir to the Elven Throne.
He kept rowing for several days, but he did not encounter anything except for the fish he caught to survive.
The days that he spent in the mist were uncountable, he almost lost his cool when the shadows flitted on the water around him just when he thought he was safe. The most irritating thing was he had no clue what they were.
At night, when he was just slipping into unconsciousness, an ear splitting roar split the silence, and was answered by a shriek that was further away.
After the elf had fallen asleep, a large snout and two slitted eyes rose up out of the water. They saw a huddled form in the center with it's head on a satchel that smelled strongly of herbs and the incense for magic. The head retreated into the waterand was gone with nary a ripple.
