A short story about a little orc's first encounter of a Night Elf. Mogg was inside his family farmhouse playing with a little toy axe. He swung it and called out some squeaky orcish battlecries. He ran about until his mother Pukka cried furiously "GO PLAY OUTSIDE!". He skulked out through the door and walked in the direction of the forest. It was dark so he was able to see the fires of the forest gate from where he stood and that rekindled his little fighting spirit. He ran about in the scattered forest but not to far from the house because he knew that there were dangers there even though the guards kept it as safe as possible.
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