The Dawn of Exile

A story I thought up during school:

A small Naga child slipped and slid across the dusty road, his skin drying out in the sun. "Water...I gotta find summ water..." he managed to gasp to himself.
he spotted a large outcropping of rock and thick vegetation in the distance, along with a deep blue sparkle, taunting him, mocking him. He managed to urge himself onward, innocence and despair twinkling in his eyes.
He didn't show it, but he hated the water, he hated everything about it - the way the small bubbles of air signified the breath, or death of a creature in the deep blue, and the way it pressed in on him, making him feel smothered and choky. Oh, how he wished he was not Naga! His mother, the great Queen Azsaraha, had imposed her beliefs and opinions upon him. She, however, had cared and provided for him from birth, always knowing that she would care about him, worry for him if he was ever alone. His last thought, and his first dream, as he passed out in front of the stream was of his mother, smiling down upon him, urging him to come home, but he could not - how it pained him to say it! The cruel twist of fate that had seperated them, breaking the wonderful bond of love between mother and child.
When he awoke, he saw a green, wrinkled, stern - but kind - face staring down upon him, while a gush of cool water fell over his body. The boy had never seen a land-creature before, and he looked upon the old one with wonder. The old one asked, in a croaky voice:
'What is your name young one?'
He was speakingin the common language! The boy could speak that, though not very well, and he could also speak the language of the Naga with equal skill.
'M-My name iss Feyyla...' he answered, his weak voice and snake-like accent confusing the speech.
'I am named Throk Var, have you ever seen any of my kin before?'
Feyyla shook his head, still wondering who this person was, and where he came from.
'I am an Orc, I am an exile among my people, which brings me to wonder; why is one so young out here all alone?
'I-I wass exxield, because I did not want to bee Naga...'
Feyyla started sobbing softly, and then tears started to roll down his face, dropping off and splashing to the ground. He soon began to cry openly. The old Orc had a great deal of sympathy for the boy, knowing what it was to be exiled from all that you had, all loved ones - never allowed to return. He quickly made a decision, to help the boy, train him to use magiks to defend himself, to fight like an orc, but also as a Naga and a warlock.
'Come now, young one - I will take you to my home, and we can have food and drink, I will let you rest there, and then I will teach you something tommorrow - after all, you're going to need to defend yourself!'
Feyyla nodded and got up, the old Orc supporting him, and together, they went to Throk Var's hovel, where Feyyla enjoyed the delights of insects - How wondorous this taste was! It was full of flavour and it was quite juicy, he enjoyed it very much indeed!
Later that night, Feyyla was put to bed in a shallow water called a pond, outside Throk Var's home - and Throk Var slept in a tent nearby, at the water's edge, watching over the young Naga, wondering what cruel fate had caused this boy to be Exiled.

~~~TO BE CONTINUED AT A LATER TIME~~~