Nagol sits watching the air ripple from the heat of the desert as he eats a cactus fruit. He looks down at his personal notebook turned journal writing down the happenings of the day.
He returns to the house that he has been able to slightly restore through his time here. The skeleton no longer sits against the wall but the words etched into the wall still remain. Nagol sits at a table opening the journal to the notes he wrote in it before the wall. As he continuously reads he looks at the last vial of his research, seconds later he slams his head onto the slam.
He stands and walks to a cabinet opening it for the fourteenth time since he has arrived or is this the thirteenth. Nothing lies within the cabinet except dust. As he continues to search through the house the same as he has for the first time since he left the wall he hears a voice. Chattering between two orcs getting closer. As he runs down towards the voices the chattering becomes inaudible. As he reaches the entrance there is no one. Just the same dry desolate desert that he has always been surrounded by.
Days pass and the chattering voices return just to disappear each time. After a while he stops reacting to the voices he hears until one of pain and agony is heard. Nagol's mind is filled with the visions of the people he was helping and the screams they made. Nagol slowly began to walk towards the house entrance; the walls now have more words etched into them. As he reaches the entrance he sees what seems to be humanoid before it quickly vanishes.
Eventually after the torment of insanity settles into Nagol another voice is heard but it is different from the hallucinations he has heard and seen. In a desperate attempt to feel again he walks towards the entrance once again as he hears the sound of crying. As he exits the noise continues until he sees it, a small creation of his sitting at the entrance crying.
"Why did you do this to us? We believed that you'd make us into great orcs who would save the orcs."
Nagol takes a step back shaking in fear. "I thought I got rid of all the creations at the wall. Why are you here?"
The creation stands towering over Nagol. "Even in our final moments you viewed us as objects?"
Nagol continues to back away in fear. "No, I never wanted it to reach the point it reached. I'm sorry for what I did to you and all the others."
With a harsh crunch the creation rams into Nagol's chest as it becomes disfigured. Now Nagol hears several voices from the creation, some young, some old but each mad or sad. "We trusted you! We wanted to free the orcs under your guidance!" A wing forms on its back as one arm turns to a snake hissing as it fully forms one leg turning into a cow leg as the other arm turns into that of a lion as its other leg turns into the fin of a fish. "Look at what you did to us! You used the desperation of soldiers who just wanted to help the orcs!" Its face begins to spilt into five different heads one a young feminine face with fur along its cheeks the second an old decrepit face with cockroach antennas protruding from its head the third a the face of a child with a set a bunny ears the fourth a middle age masculine face with eyes like a crocodile and the fifth is his own face distorted and mangled. Each face speaks at once, taking turns getting in Nagol's face. "Look at what you did to us. Tell us how this was supposed to save the orcs. Answer while you took advantage of the children and used the old. Tell us why you still live."
Nagol begins to hyperventilate watching the face spin around the things neck. Nagol turns and runs into the house grabbing the vial. "I thought through the enhancements that it would give us the edge we needed to win and defeat our enemies." Effortlessly the thing grabs the vial from Nagol with the snake hand after it bursts through the wall. "I was scared of letting the people down so I thought that it'd be ok to be a little bad but then it went too far I know it did."
"What is within this bottle hero?" the faces speak again, holding the vial up as the faces spin around each looking at the vial.
"It holds the fluids that I used. That one is dragonkin blood as it would give hard scaly skin and great regenerative abilities. I want to try to make it right and figure out if I can create a version that only gives the regenerative abilities if only temporary so it may become healing."
"So the one who destroys wishes to heal. Isn't that just hopeful. But tell me hero you are now hated so how do you intend to return to towns when they wish to impale you for your crimes."
"I have no plan other than to create a better version of my discoveries so that I may right my wrong. But if it means my death then if I can help or save one person wouldn't that mean I am forgiven and all is ok?"
The thing sets the vial down on a counter before the snake arm wraps around Nagol's throat. "You sent children and people who didn't know how to fight to their death. Do you really think one life saved means forgiveness?"
"No" Nagol barely gets the word out as he gasps for air, but after he speaks the snake arm slithers off his throat. "I don't think one life can forgive me. I don't think a hundred lives can allow me to be forgiven. But I must attempt to do the right thing with the rest of my life before I expire. Be it by age or by punishment I must do the most with my remaining time."
The thing freezes after Nagol speaks. Nagol stares at it for a few seconds before slowly sand flows off it as the thing turns to sand. An orc emerges the same one that led him here. "So the killer will spend his life doing the right to his wrong." Nagol stands frozen as the woman walks up to him. "Fix your ways and show that you look to make evil no longer." with a slight movement show gestures for Nagol to leave as the open desert now holds villages and small homes.