The sky of Old Lands began to be clouding over, the sun rose rarely and trees withered. An orc stood on the balcony of his palace and looked at his domains. He was sick of unhappy thoughts. The last onset of barbarians was repulsed by the army of Lands but the barbarians brought an unknown disease which was affecting Old Lands rapidly. Nobody was killed by the disease but it poisoned consciousness, brought indifference in life. Everything destroyed by the barbarians was restored but will he manage to cure souls? He had many assistants who had helped him to create that world, they changed but the Orc remained. He bore even the armageddon more quietly. And now? He felt strange, he felt something bad. But what?
The attack of the barbarians was fast and unexpected. They ran and destroyed everything on their way. The army of Old Lands had no time to react. The barbarians left terrible destructions, heap of corpses and bare ground. All inhabitants of Lands were indignant and they went to Orc to require protection from similar attacks. But Orc did not appear on the balcony of his palace. He was not indifferent to intreaties, he heard them, but he couldn't go out in a such state. Orc was sitting in an armchair in one of dark rooms of his palace and he was crying. He could assemble an army, could defeat the barbarians but Lands were poisoned and the attacks of the barbarians will go on. He had still a way but Supreme could not make up his mind to take this step. His life was bound up with Lands. They were of great import for him! But he had to take care of people. Orc dried tears and appeared on the balcony of the palace. Nobody never saw him as he was. He had ferocious glare, he was great and his voice resembled a thunder. The crowd became quiet and Orc said: " the Barbarians have destroyed these Lands, we leave them not because we are weak but they are poisoned and we can not cure them, I'll lead you and we'll find Lands, they'll become for us a real house as these were. Do you agree to follow me? " The Silence was answer for him. The crowd broke up.
The next day Îrc took the most precious things (including a mace, given by a harpy) and went away to look for his dream. There were his new friends ready to help at any moment near him. Behind them there were inhabitants of OldLands. They trusted Orc and were ready to follow him to the end. Very few people remained in OldLands. It is unknown what happened with them. It is rumoured that some of them went to look for another Lands or to overtake Orc, others replaced swords by ploughs and began to cultivate OldLands and became simple farmers.
Ork had been going for a long time not knowing the way, entrusting his destiny and the destiny of his people to luck and chance. The road was difficult. There were great deserts and sheer rocks on their way. But they followed their destiny. Nobody reproached or laughed at Orc. And he felt that "it" would be found. Fortune smiled upon people. Having climbed up a mountain, they saw a glorious view: a green valley, murmuring streamlets and woods where birds were singing. Îrc turned about and said: " Welcome to NewLands. Here is our new House. I am glad that you trusted me, I want to give you this land of plenty. These lands are not cultivated and we'll have a lot of work but together we'll restore OldLands and our Lands will be better than they were. Welcome to home, friends! ". And tears appeared on orc's face but it was the tears of happiness.
