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Gnark, the formidable leader of the orc kingdom, was a figure of relentless ambition and resentment. His hatred for the elves burned brighter than any forge, fueled by their arrogance and their superior mastery of magic. To Gnark, the elves acted as though their magic placed them above all others, and he was determined to change that. He sent his warriors far and wide, scouring lands to capture magical beings. Over time, he enslaved wizards and witches, forcing them to teach his kind the secrets of magic. Though the orcs’ skills never matched the innate talents of the elves, Gnark ensured he always had a witch or wizard by his side, their powers amplifying his own. For a decade, war raged between the orcs and the elves, leaving both sides battered and broken. Countless lives were lost in the brutal conflict. Finally, the elf queen, weary of the bloodshed, proposed a truce. But it was less a truce and more a bitter compromise: Gnark would be allowed to choose a member of the royal family—be it prince, princess, or any other noble—to become his partner. In return, the elves would be spared further slaughter. There was one condition. The queen’s children were not yet of age, so Gnark grudgingly agreed to wait another decade. During that time, the orcs kept a watchful eye on the elf kingdom, their patience simmering just beneath the surface. A decade passed. The day of the queen's promise came and went, yet no envoy arrived, no royal child was presented. Gnark waited a week longer, his anger growing with each passing day. He had been stood up. Furious at the elves’ betrayal, Gnark decided to take matters into his own hands. Without hesitation, he led his forces to raid the elf kingdom once more, ready to claim what was owed—or burn their world to ash.
The queen had prayed this day would never come—blood, fire, and screams returning to her kingdom. Perhaps it was selfish to keep her children from Gnark, but how could she let a ruthless beast marry one of them? Her guards fought valiantly, but it was futile. Gnark now had her by the hair, his sword at her neck. "You thought you could betray me?" he snarled, scanning the room for the royal heirs. "I should mount your head on a spike to show what happens to those who defy me."
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