Name: Aisha
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Orc
Alignment: Neutral Good
Affiliation: The Earthen Ring, The Horde
Status: Alive
Aisha does not remember a lot from her earliest years, only pain, walls, strange voices in her head, hunger and dirt. Such was the life in Durnhold Keep. The strong lived and fought for the amusement of human masters and weak were left in the dirt. Aisha was not strong, she was young, fragile and scared. Her only company were those weird voices and sometimes had, mouldy bread. That was her life and it was never meant to change. Beatings from guards or even other orcs trying to steal little food she had almost every day. Her body was bruised, she got blind on one eye at some point, but she never lost her will to live. One would even feel sorry for such a pitiful creature.
There was a smoke, ringing of bell, shouting and chaos. Human masters running around in panic. She didn't know what was going on and she was scared. She tried to hide, yet she was attempting to see the action. A cloud of dust, clinging of metal, shouts and screams, both human and orcish. Smell of blood and fire was filling the air, she could feel her heart jumping in her chest. Suddenly out of nowhere, she heard a footstep approaching her. She ran, footsteps like these always meant a beating, she was terrified even tho the voices in her head were trying to calm her down. The footsteps were getting closer and she ran, but she slipped in a pool of mud. She cowered, anticipating incoming blows, but they never came. Aisha slowly raised her head, she saw an open hand raised towards her and she heard a voice "Get up girl," she never heard that voice before, it was different, warm. "Come on, it will soon get dangerous here." She wasn't sure what to do, nobody ever made such gesture on her. She swallowed and slowly reached for the hand, she was shaking. "Let us go then." said the voice. She finally took courage and looked up at the man, who was speaking. It was an old orc, dressed in furs and leathers, it was a strange outfit. However there was something about his voice, she felt like she could trust him. "Y-yes m-master," she said as she got up and begun to walk. No, she did not know who he was, but she was well learned to call whoever spoke to her a master. "I am no master." he said as they were walking, "You can call me Wor'gul.". A lot of chaos around them, clouds of dust obstructing their view. "What is your name girl?" asked the orc after a moment, "Aisha, I think." Humans usually called her trash, dirt or monster, Aisha was how the voices called her and she liked that better. "Have you ever seen outside Aisha?" he asked as a silhouette of gate appeared in the smoke, "N-no, we are f-forbidden to go near the big door.". "Well you better forgot about that," he stopped in front of the gate, "because you are about to head out." he smiled at her. After she took few steps from the gate she was astonished by everything she saw. Many lush trees, green grass where her eye could see, mountains in the distance, near the camp she saw orcs, but not lethargic as those she knew, these were orc filled with emotions, they smiled and roared, dressed in clothes she never seen before, some of them even riding huge dogs. She kept looking around as they walked further away from the camp. "Are you hungry?" asked the orc when they set down under a tree. He pulled a piece of bread from his pouch and she hastily grabbed it. They never get much food in the camp and today was not an exception. This bread however was not as she know it, it was soft and much more tasty. She eagerly begun to chew the bread. She chewed slower and slower, her eyes slowly closing. It was too much excitement for one day, she smiled as she fell asleep.
Asha's eyes slowly opened as she woke up. She was in some hut, lying on a bed wrapped in warm furs. She wanted to sit up, but she couldn't move her arm. She almost screamed in terror when she looked at the arm, it was engulfed in stone. "Don't be scared," said a familiar voice, "the arm will heal in time, as will you." The voice was coming from an orc sitting near a fireplace in the middle of the hut, it was the same old orc she meat before. He came closer to her, a wooden bowl in hand, "You are quite a sleeper," he said with a smile, "You must be hungry after sleeping for this long." he handed her the bowl. It was filled by some dense liquid with bits of meat. It was the best food Aisha ever ate. Over the next few weeks, during the time she was healing, she talked a lot with Wor'gul, he asked her many questions and in return he spoke about old orc traditions, myths and legends. Aisha was always looking forward to these talks and she listened to the stories with great interest. When she was healed and could walk around the village she meat lot of interesting orc, all of them were very nice to her, even those who looked scary at first turned out to be friendly. The old orc continued to teach her about customs, so she could live a life as a normal orc. At some point she mentioned the voices she sometimes heard in her head, "Would you like to meet them?" he asked in response. She curiously looked at him and nodded. They were to meet next evening and so they did. Wor'gul lead Aisha to the communion circle. It was a place where shamans went when they were decided something important, very few other orc went there. It was first time she went there. When they reached top of a small hill she was maybe surprised, she didn't know what to expect, it was just a simple stone circle with small campfire in the middle. Wor'gul lit the fire sat down and begun to perform some kind of ritual. After a moment he raised his hand towards Aisha, she grabbed it tightly. Then he threw something into the flame and huge cloud of smoke enveloped them. She closed her eyes and when she opened them, she saw stars, it felt like she was flying to the sky and falling to depths at the same time. Then a silhouette of a women formed in front of her. The image slowly cleared, the women had tears in her eyes, "Aisha," she said, "oh my dear Aisha," the women moved closer. "W-who are you?" Aisha asked, the woman looked familiar, but she could not remember who she was. "I'm your mother Aisha," said the women as she enveloped her arms around Aisha and hugged her, "I'm so happy, for you darling." Aisha was bit jumped, "M-mother?" a tear appeared in her eye. In response the women hugged her even tighter, "I'm happy that you find yourself friends and a family." "B-but m-mother, where are you?" now Aisha was crying too. The women took a step back and placed her hand on Aisha's chest "I will always be here, whenever you need." The women rose "Stop crying my dear," she wiped tears from Aisha's cheek, "You must be strong Aisha, can you do that for me?" "Mhm." Aisha nodded. "Good, I love you." said the women and kissed Aisha on her forehead. Then she begun to disappear. They were smiling at each other. Smoked obstructed her vision. She looked around, still holding the old orc's hand, he was smiling at her and she smiled back.
"Do you need anything else?" asked a young orc woman as she placed armful of logs on the ground. She was quite beautiful, her body strong and healthy, her black hair was just touching her shoulders, her eye had deep blue colour. "How many times do I have to tell you that you don't need to do all of this," said an old orc, who was sitting nearby, "you are so stubborn, Aisha." She smiled at him. For the past years, Wor'gul was teaching her about shamanism, elements and the ancestors. He was a mentor for many young orcs, but for her, he was much more. He was like a family to her, a family she never had. She didn't know what her life would look if he wasn't here, she owed him everything and she wanted to repay him as much as she could. She trained hard because she knew it would make him happy, she was helping him as much as she could. Many orcs revered him as a wise man, he was an important person and she was proud to be at his side. He smiled back at her, "Well, I could use a hand with those carvings."
Later she even got to visit Draenor for a while. She could see that her mentor was sad because she saw just ruins of the world he described her. However, she was glad he brought her with him and that she got visit the land where her mother and father lived. During the war against the dead and their masters, she stood as an example for many. She showed that what she had learned was not for nothing, she fought in the front line. She earned a name for herself. When Deathwing sought to bring about the end of the world she stood proudly with he mentor and the Earthen Ring as a shield against Twilight. Now she stands as a bulwark against a much bigger threat and she will stand strong, for her home, friends and family.
