The Light was supposed to watch over us.
We slept without concern for the others settled around us -- the orcs. They were peaceful. They did strange rituals at night, their arms full of starflowers and incense to burn. I could smell it on the wind sometimes; it was something sweet and deep, tinted with the smell of seared wood and ash. I wondered what they were doing out there by the big stones, but I never looked...not for more than a moment. They mostly left us alone.
I dream as I wait for morning to come.
I dream, and even as I rest, my memories take me through the night I lost everything.