Awakening

This is part of a very small section of a very large and expansive world I've been creating for years. I'm posting this to see if any of it is good out in the public eye.
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This is just the very beginning...

Awakening

Orin opened his eyes slowly. The air smelt fowl and the top of his tent was matted with dried blood. He was awake again, he hoped that something would happen to him this time and this nightmare would finally end. Orin breathed in and felt his chest rise and fall. As a fallen werewolf he never really felt anything on his skin, it was all muted like his senses were disconnected from the rest of his mind. It felt good to feel his body interact to his will. He sat up and closed his eyes trying to remember how it felt to be himself again, how it felt to be human.

“Please,” Orin whispered under his breath as he bowed his head. “Great One, please let it end.” He prayed deeply. He still felt foggy as he sat on his dirty cot. When his mind fully awoke he would be taken by the blood stone once more. “Please,” He pleaded quietly. “Release me, kill me, do something to end this.” He begged.

A muffled noise came to his ears. Orin didn’t look to see. Sound was the last thing to come back to him. He liked it that way, for a few minutes all was quiet and peaceful. Orin, a voice spoke very quietly. This time Orin opened his eyes and lifted his head. The still small voice sounded familiar. There was a louder muffling sound that came from outside his tent. It had to be the fallen werewolves dancing and fighting outside. Orin, the same very quiet voice whispered. Awake and run, the voice was slightly louder and had a sense of urgency to it. The tone sounded female to him as he heard another muffle. This time it sounded more like a muted yell. Orin’s bear feet suddenly felt the shaking of the ground and his ears could hear more muffled yells and stifled shouts. His hearing was getting better. Orin bowed his head and closed his eyes one more time getting ready for his mind to be pushed away as his darker and evil-self took over. The yelling and shouting got louder along with loud bangs and booms coming from all around him. His tent shook. It was almost time, he knew the moment was near. Awake! The once quiet voice in his head suddenly shouted. Orin sprung to his feet in fright and looked around the tent with growing confusion. He was still himself, still good. He could feel his heart pounding and the sounds outside were very potent. The yells and screaming gave him chills down his back. It sounded like a war out there. Awake Orin! He jumped again at the shouting inside his head.

“Sera?” Orin asked out loud. The voice sounded just like Sera. Suddenly there was a bang that shook the ground. Orin ran to the closed flap of his tent and pulled it open quickly. His eyes opened at the carnage he saw outside. The whole camp was in an uproar. Men ran yelling in fear from other men and monsters holding weapons of various sizes.

“You tricked me!” Someone yelled inside a tent in Orin’s view. It was the wizard’s tent. A young familiar looking man ran out holding a long spear in his right hand. Impelled at the top of the spear was the head of the once dark wizard, his face was contorted in a pained scowl as his empty eyes gazed at nothing. The very angry looking man holding the spear yelled in rage and through shattered pieces of a red glass on the ground. Orin’s eyes widened as he realized it was the last blood stone, it was destroyed, he was free! Orin run! The voice that sounded like Sera suddenly yelled in his head. Find Serena, fulfil your promise! Orin gasped as he remembered Serena, his promise, he needed to find her, to protect her! Run! The voice commanded. Orin quickly leaped out of his open tent and rolled on the ground with his bare back. He shot up and charged to the edge of the camp. Small patches of pines stood at the edge of the war raged camp. Orin faced all his attention on the trees as he swiftly fled the fighting. People ran all around him. He almost tripped on some fallen bodies, he didn’t check to see if any of them were alive. A man with a frightened expression ran right into him almost knocking him off his feet. Orin swerved and steadied himself as the yelling man was suddenly stabbed in the chest with a flying sword. Orin heard his last scream before he fell to the ground with a loud thud. He could hear people crying for help, he couldn’t stop running, he had to find Serena, she had to be one year old now. The small grove of trees were so close. He was close to the end. Suddenly a silver blur flew past him and embedded itself in a tree close to him. Orin turned with fear while Adrenalin pumped through him. A large looking man with a murderous smile on his face held out his hand. Orin heard a ringing sound and looked over to where the large mace was lodged in the tree. It abruptly broke out of the trunk and flew near Orin almost hitting him in the face. He dodged it and backed away from the wizard. The man grinned and raised his mace ready to throw it at him. Orin turned and ran to the grove of trees. He braced himself for a sharp pain when there was a huge green light behind him. A boom followed that pushed Orin to the grove and out of the open camp. He hit the ground hard and rolled to a large root coming out of the ground. He quickly stood up and took off from the yelling and screaming never looking back.