A welcome sight to the folk having the worst of wear, who scratch out lives along the jungle routes and the wilderness scattered throughout the strangling vines and enwrapping homes; never have it to grow a new harvest.
They gather with others of their kind and forcefully recruiting the rogue creatures on their dirty camp, forming roving gangs of rebellious alike to be part of them and reigning the seasons upon the hidden spot of the peaceful jungle. She noticed that they are easy for them to enrage for little things to scramble about that even a single gesture of an ordinary civilian can offend them. Glena was warned before passing the arch made of bones of bandits, rotting flesh of innocents and guilty men; she was not able to do such friendly motioning like how she used to do. Waving of hands indicated a duel between the goblin who receives it. She fled her ancestral home to find new allies, allies without mercy.
Glena: What can I do here? I don't even...belong in this place.
Goblin: You'll know what It will be right about now. Look at this camp.
The little girl on the horse mount was startled and scared, all she hears from the ends of all borders of wood were growls and languages that she was not familiar. The Goblin screamingly, sang along their triumph.
Ark mahaf rah tulum scori!
Goblin: Min Solum scori ark marfhin, esku men arfa!
Words she might knew, or will never be, she survives against even the possible unfavorable odds if she took the wrong move at the first exertion of consciousness. At the back of the horde, they were near the front shielded barricade. She asked the only guardian that can speak the free people's language.
Glena: What does it mean? May I ask?
Gave the Goblin a jolt and interrupted the cries of his being, a black gaze was disclosed right beside the mount where he's gripping the rope that is leashed around the horse's neck. After a long thought of such answering a simple question, he never denied the little girl's unyielding interest to know the goblin's deed.
Goblin: I told them that we have someone worthy to take in the seat.
Glena: Seat...what seat was it?
Her eyes that reflect the fire bright, go near to a close. She struggled to sip the meaning from the gift of putting the knowledge back together.
Goblin: The seat where a person can see everything. The good and evil, the pain and healing, the beginning and the end. Where you, my girl, can void mistakes to soon be the benefit of your allies behind you.
Glena: Me?
Low and faint, she almost fell off the horse when she heard the hints of her stand around their circle.
Goblin: You saved me from the shop keeper who is about to use me to be a slave. Now I return the favors, for the benefit of all. Esku men arfa lorg frikon li urla.
Glena: I hope I am wrong on what is going on in my head...I feel like I am being threatened. You're saying stuff that I do not even know.
Goblin: I don't think that you should worry about it little girl. You are brave enough to be with your own. But us, we never survive alone.
She was convinced by a smart ugly creature, being saved by a mystic blue sword and she found herself irrevocably changed seeing their gory culture where they all hunger for blood, thinking if this was another fate of the Jester's plan within his mysterious game.
No corpse that they buried under the graveyard of goblins may ever return to the earth from which it sprang, no matter how deep you dig it [https://img.wattpad.com/8303317d582da944f1fbabf27cde904a3ee5b3df/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f482d31445452575a334659326c773d3d2d313232393434373236312e313666623139636632636237393233363132383339393234313630312e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
No corpse that they buried under the graveyard of goblins may ever return to the earth from which it sprang, no matter how deep you dig it. beyond all measures of kindness shown, there's many doubts that is killing her smile by what she was seeing so far. The little girl took a closer look in the midst of darkness; it was vast, similar to a village but all that stood erected were numerous cluttered, brown tents with crossed wooden sticks atop of each.
URLU MES KURI NAG FRIKA RI FERLI!
MESU KEL ORGO LI URLA NOTSOR!
Glena was not near anymore the entrance of what she called peace, but behind the arch was a cursed secret realm she was introduced in. In the middle of the dry mass was an iron mortar ignited with bonfire, and it was inside a red canvas painted in the ground, a worshipping sight of freedom underneath the blanket of starless sky. Bigger than a dwarf and smaller than a golem, there are goblins dancing in circle within the rhythm of roaring drums. Beside all the small shelters, beams of sun alight and smoke fume green like it was an intense toxic cloud surrounds the small mystic settlement.
She was invited to their last supper around the sparkling phantoms; Glena saw the goblins chowing down on clump of meats, their hands were covered with mucus [https://img.wattpad.com/6a38e860b79c5938e443719c294edad477f8cc49/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f68646e704d56326e7356764941513d3d2d313232393434373236312e313666623162643265393936386235303435373238323334323132352e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
She was invited to their last supper around the sparkling phantoms; Glena saw the goblins chowing down on clump of meats, their hands were covered with mucus. Tendons and ligaments that appears to be from a human, were torn like a wet paper in between their teeth. Flesh falls from the bone and dark blood in their bronze chalice being drank smoothly like it was nothing but an essence of another life.
Glena tried to talk jolly, keeping her smile at force while she was told by the goblin to unmount the horse she was riding in. They were both within the circle of noisy crowd, standing merely in front for her to witness their odd culture.
Glena: I can never promise to obey you all the time, I am not that kind of a trust-worthy kid you know?
Goblin: What do you mean by that?
Glena: You seemed to be the...you know...telling them tasks like a puppet?
He stare and includes a giggle.
Goblin: The natural instinct of the goblins and trolls, they have the burning love of conquest and death. They'll do what I tell them or regret it, the Warlord didn't bother to mouth it off.
Glena: A Warlord?
She was caught on the wrong foot, the high goblin with a sanity was obeyed to command them with pure obvious intentions; nor telling him a word to be announced was not allowed to be asked for him. There was a minimally attired Goblin, beefed up with a small figure was sitting at the highest seat of all dismembered wood, bigger than the rest of all structures, bigger than the trees. She brood over the fact that it was the lord himself, but she crave for an assurance to know the truth behind his laughs.
Goblin: Yes yes, Never heard or even read about that from some bedtime tales?
Glena: Never heard of it, was it him? Seated at the top of that tower under a frail looking roof?
Goblin: Careful girl, this is not the time for jokes. The Goblin Warlord can understand your language...he doesn't like the play of the pun.
Said the wise goblin. Clutched his hands on the right shoulder, gripping her full and stronger while they're going closer. The Warlord seems to not care of the girl's presence, but instead shares the gold from the black pouch by throwing it onto the field. The ruler of the tribe keeps being doubled up that he almost roll into the floor.
As they go at the base of the twenty feet tower, Glena cannot contain the urge to ask questions about what she was seeing [https://img.wattpad.com/8c35d42a4573c51a3ccf4438e50063fdabf7e245/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f78356a4a336c45734251704b71673d3d2d313232393434373236312e313666623161393133666238333436643237363735343039383232392e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
As they go at the base of the twenty feet tower, Glena cannot contain the urge to ask questions about what she was seeing. There was a rough pile of wood stacked and gapped in between to make a stiff and fusty ladder. Hideous masks peak about the corners of the tower, the figure was confusing as well as the paint of oil were almost pointless.
Glena: Do we have to climb for him?
The judicious goblin waved his hands a no, he stirred his hands for the emperor, pointing a finger up at the sky.
Goblin: He...will climb down my girl.
Glena: Wait...Why? What is~
The finger he pointed up scaled at Glena's mouth, shutting her words down to end his fate for told; he boldly stated the outcomes he desired for the realm's. The girl was unable to comprehend the state of being both fear and getting overwrought.
Goblin: Shhhh~ You do not have to worry about his coming. He is going to show you something relevant.
Glena: Hey! You know that I cannot trust you already! This is some sort of a trap to kill me.
She swung her hands with a temper and wiped what seems to be from the goblin's finger; the scream that made her anxious. Loud and doomed, a distraction that can surely notice by everyone around, relieved that she was wrong when her eyes rolled around the camp. Despite her dirty act towards the wise ugly goblin, the masterly presence of him was unstoppable.
Goblin: Not even the dead underneath this field wants you to be dragged below the dirt. The wishes are fulfilled before you were born little girl, we are just helping you hasten towards the fate the Gods decide you to be.
A sudden crack above beyond the breach of eight steps, there were chips of wood are raining above her head. It was the warlord going down the ladder.
The first thing she noticed were the glimpse of axes; the fierce sharpness of nature's savagery strapped with a brown cloth to his body [https://img.wattpad.com/526f1f92fd67873b698a2685c113209f717eb0bc/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6e34436a714a6b656d667a4e4b513d3d2d313232393434373236312e3137306139366164386631323732663531363135383536363836372e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The first thing she noticed were the glimpse of axes; the fierce sharpness of nature's savagery strapped with a brown cloth to his body. Hair tied, the brown tail swings below the neck. Figures of ink bounded in his skin, the symbols of ancient scars from the trance of battle. Without any glove or a boot to wear, he climb down without any hesitations.
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Glena turned his eyes from the descending warlord, and the wise goblin she was about to question further...was not there anymore.
Jester: Glena of House Caract [https://img.wattpad.com/d5708945b5b3dff4d669043837c6b09de4c48025/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f683542573248754e4b52764d49513d3d2d313232393434373236312e313666623162303430393135653231633436353630353635303131332e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Jester: Glena of House Caract...Welcome to the second stop of our journey.
To reclaim what he wants to call a defective looking prophet and replace him with a worthy substitute of a known identity, he arrived with green skin peeled from his body. Shifting from another plane was no thing for him, but pretending to be someone else was one of his specialties.
Glena: JES~!
Halted like a blow of air gushed against her mouth, she was shut for the second time. The face and the race she knew off from the start is one of the ugliest; was now the faceless man with an emotionless mask dissimulated the tribal being within the forest. It was the first time she saw the Jester's eyes glow like a white beam of sun upon a sconce. Black as an obsidian, he was standing tall.
Jester: Do not say that word again little girl or else I will be unveiled. In their vision, I am still the goblin, but yours was I, truly I.
A tremendous skill he attained, the mockery of his face that is showing to every naked eye was hiding the intellectual power behind that deceiving smile. I am here, I have no chance to escape his plans now. Her vows was mere strong, trust too. The swarm he had gathered known the Jester as theirs, as their belonging kin. But, from where does he morphed himself as the ugly ones? She thought. Whatever magic the Jester chooses, one thing is certain; all people of the realm shall come to notice his exegesis on the true magical power, if they deserve to learn from them.
She saw the Jester bend his right knee on her, to reach her down the size. The reads from her mind with full stance of calmness and mist of whisper, approached her ears at a slip.
Jester: We've known each other after I found you in the dark dungeon, cease you from your first eat and pretending to be your mother. You've almost witness most of my magic spells, you should be more fully aware of me now Glena.
Glena: I know, I know...It's just, Uhh. It's seems like you're always with me. Wha~What do you want from me? Where is the...guy.
Shivered, the pages of his mind were slowly revealing.
Jester: First of all...You're right, I am your guardian throughout the journey. Second, Death is but a lapse in my concentration, so cloning is the better choice for a disguise rather than wearing their flesh. I consume them within my soul to be their appearance, and release them from the astral world after setting the seal upon the mission.
Glena was enlightened and startled of his stated exegesis, swerve her head from left to right and wonders if they were unseen under a protective field. Known the spell as distorting the space and time, rumbling the edges of the world's plane and sheltering them to another dimension...but none of the girl's fantasy was true. The Jester chose the weakest spell to use to serve as watchful warden until the time's end.
Goblin Warlord: HEY YOU SCHMUCK! WHAT ARE YOU TELLING THE GIRL?!
The hooves growl and the earth shook. The huge warlord landed the field occupied by his green kin. Lasted more than a dozen fireflies flew away. Some of the fire alight were dead and the meadow of goblins inside the nowise of jungle was growing dimmer, but warmer.
Jester: Nothing, nothing of the sort my dear Warlord. Telling the culture was one of our thing to consider isn't it? The Goblin's pride is what we want the visitors to hear.
Goblin Warlord: If I wanted your opinion, I wouldn't be me. Your flowery words of crap will wither you little wise Goblin, eh, you still look like others. Tell me who is she.
The bare fist crawls behind the strap and took the large axe, an axe that is one of the few surviving creations of the skilled extinct creatures amongst the Dragon's Breath; the Centaur Wrights.
Pointing the summit of the wildly spiked weapon onto her, giving rise to introduce herself to the world of Goblins. The warlord fierce the stare of a snake, four fingers were grown with spike like nails. She was devastated of the stylized and imperfect art that is printed through his skin, an axe within axe and soul within a soul. Besiege his dark neck are the collection of skulls weaved onto a thin black stick making his odd talisman, an image of a hunter warrior that may turn the tides of war whenever a wearer faces one.
She tried to keep the evenness of mind under stress, then she introduced herself with the opposite of her true self.
Glena: Glena of the Northern helms my Lord, uh uhmm... That's all I~
Jester: A little fellow that I hold for you as a sight seer of the Burning Orb, she is new here, so she needed to observe and enter through the Fate's Entryway.
Pioneer to be given a proof, a proof that was enough to see the the happenings of the material plane from the forgotten wind and at the fortune's tales. They stood and looked fixedly frozen at each other, the warlord gave the impression of being suspicious about the action of the...Goblin, wise wise Goblin. To unravel the warlord's fancy feeling, he took three steps towards him and scrutinize the dreaded eyes.
The voice were rough and low, shedding ones cold feet into a shiver while he was talking. This can make or break their plan to enter the entryway of fate.
Goblin Warlord: Ahh, you are too wise to be one of my kind. I might be from the woods but yes... Do you think I have not known about the secret daggers of the north? They. are. everywhere.
Jester: What do you mean my Lord? I serve the camp for long and loving the place that you've built.
The magic works at its finest abilities to hide a person's identity, scattering hidden confusion amongst enemy as the clones emerge to do battle against their own likenesses. The allied ones which the caster picked were the only group to see the real image of the mage, but all the eyes were fooled at the point of the deceiving enemies.
Goblin Warlord: Give the newest sacrifice a way, for this will be the first and last to see the orders of the Gods above, the Gods of all.
Glena suddenly observed their position beyond where she stood, the massive crowd of goblins made a way across the field for her to see the large fireball spewing out of the wood pile. It was growing stronger by its own celestial timing, rushing the energies past the thick woods and valleys of the Dragon's Breath. She was be filled with admiration; the orb started weaving the fabric of certain events which is the tear of reality was at sight. The goblins were standing frozen as if they were the hidden temple's stiff statue, the optics of the creatures of green and yellow were like the stars above the sheet of clouds. While her feet get along the waves of terror as she step slowly towards the fire against fire, everything is burning, she thought.
While her feet get along the waves of terror as she step slowly towards the fire against fire, everything is burning, she thought [https://img.wattpad.com/b8fef3e6034db151ed41e869c95d03515eab7005/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f3347416a4b496f424947737941673d3d2d313232393434373236312e3136666231623333333538623437356433363533303033353339342e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Glena can hear a faint deep voice that seems to be coming from the gorgeously brilliant orb. The voice were running out, shifting through her ears slowly getting louder, and louder.
HHHHELLO LITTLE, ONE...Don't be afraid, This wasn't a thing to be afraid of...this was...the only chance for you to see the end of time...since you...are alone...no longer.
Glena can feel her legs numb, her feet were only used to stir the alleyway. It was eerie, the voice of the unknown along the vibration of air rings throughout her ears. She cannot move with her own accord, someone or something is moving her whole body like a thread within a puppet. She was locked in a bewitching form and hypnotized by the radiance of real fantasy.
She gets closer and closer, the imagery of the fate is now clear beyond her little eyes. Starting off to the ghost amongst the fallen men. The sea bed were filled with thousands of dead soldiers rising with their massive destroying javelins, some of the undead she can familiarize for the eyes but not the names. The Goddess of Death pours them out thus holding back its deepest mysteries. Fire within a fire, hoping for dead waters cease to devour the dry plane and conquering, dominating the erected kingdoms forever. There sealed the little girl's consciousness to the shadow realm, behind of what light she is been given. But there inside the distorted plane the orb, at the far half of the steps is her mother weeping for her presence to be fully alive.
Glena, my daughter Glena...where...are...you?
Glena: Mother, I am here Mother, I promise I will come back alive.
Shaped like a star and the encompassing view of the jungle alongside the green pool of goo and tents, were gone. Glena was now inside the walk of time; she looked around then she noticed the stars were close, eventually winging to visit the incoming plains being a red chaotic battlefield. The speed of the wind was immense and the ground darkens under her small feet. She tried to flee the warp but the pull was so strong making her entrapped inside the fire, prowls the edge of the world unburnt.
The thin of air she sniffed, it was all burnt flesh of the dead. Screaming, the roars of agony leaks out of the void. Moving a limb, feeling herself pounded by the waves of pressure below the ocean. The soldiers of the bottom were traversing undetected beneath the warships, claiming the lives and burrowing the blood for gold. Feet lay down calm along the scourge of dragons up high, but then the little girl was unaware of who is watching her enter the portal. Glena rue the moment her head turns upward, she has gazed into the heavens and the figure of pale mist shone bright, gazing back at her.
The familiar sent the haze of chills down her spine by the face beyond the stars.
The familiar sent the haze of chills down her spine by the face beyond the stars [https://img.wattpad.com/e9273d1ad91b27528f693d6debdb59471d342850/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f68656730616e36593155743143673d3d2d313232393434373236312e313666623162376337303465613032303739363832363432393234352e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Gossamiar: You...Found me...You found the minion of Gossamiar.
The deep voice of a man slowly changing into her real own, but of a deep female voice.
Gossamiar: You...will replace me. You shall I end, you must keep the reign of Gossamiar until...the death of stars... and when the world closes in.
In a split of snap, the Goddess of the dead soul vanished alongside the dead. The souls of all fallen people rather flew, following her from nothing but the veil of clouds hiding something from the dirty world. Reaching up the sky for more nebulas to shove through her brain, but it was enough of all evil that she can see. Glena, the little one chose not to yield whilst she pray to all the mortals of the tails she reads from.
Glena: GOSS~ GOSSAMRA~UH...COME BACK! DO NOT GO, I NEED TO KNOW MORE!
Her sanity shattered that she already forgotten the name of the great goddess of the planes; Gossamiar. Thousands of ghost sent her below the warp while they flew away from the field of battle without their walks and wings.
Plummeting down like a fallen star from the hoard of galaxies, she was gaining the apparent knowledge to prepare the realm for what she views surrounds the several images of herself [https://img.wattpad.com/563f17a578272d8cbedeb1507889a54914c3f10d/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f3232315239746d6c786c6a526f413d3d2d313232393434373236312e313666623162393132623964663965373338373635333034333530362e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Plummeting down like a fallen star from the hoard of galaxies, she was gaining the apparent knowledge to prepare the realm for what she views surrounds the several images of herself. The hideous truth is at the heart of existence, a greater conflict to come in between the two worldly rivalries is near, but she never the cause and she never know when will that violent conflict of blood and bones will happen.
A burst came out of nowhere, she landed from the rough ground safely.
I am in the field again, she thought and she was right.
The sky now revealed the realm of nighttime with the pool of many spherical entities, but the clouds ignited the incoming storms. The first she remembered to look for was the moon enflamed blade that the Jester gave her, right of hands slipped into the quillon but the worried goblins were watching her.
It was her, It was there.
All eyes were at the new colored skin being in the ground, breathing heavily, pulling the grass with her bare hands while going back to the burning logs. Trapped in the likeness of a sinister, Jester came through but he still looks the same as the green kin. Slithers through the straight path like a black cat, bending the knee towards the girl that is on the ground.
Jester: Now you know the fate has never settled, it can turn from either side that you did not know. We must ready this world to face the threats to come even if we're not sure about it.
Glena: Was that? All a Lie?
Jester: A trick from the prophecy my little girl, I am there in the same warp as you. That is the fortress where magic lies until the end of time. I will take you through the books that I brought for you to learn, to become her.
Grasped in the enormous grasses that seems to tear them apart. In distinction to her emotions of guilt, fear and alongside the colorless light was hope and sacrifice.
Glena: I need to get back to our homeland as soon as possible, my Mother, I saw my Mother and she was looking for me!
He concluded her shouts with a muted tone. The stiff fingers within the well-worn glove is above Glena's chin, forcefully making her stare at those menacing eyes. Hearing her own heartbeat like a drum, the intensely cold breath blowing through the masks. The winter blows even more, the fire was faint and the moon has disclosed itself.
Jester: Gossamiar also saw you my little girl, she saw you, she will be you.
Glena: I cannot, I don't want to be like her.
Jester: Alright, as you wish.
Glena: But... Can I be in the journey still?
Jester: Yes, but you'll regret to not choosing the purpose. A purpose be more relevant than going back to this dirty world.
She didn't shut an eye even after she found the ground with her feet. Her mind rumbles that of a falling rock above a mountain slope, I cannot decide between the right.
Goblin Warlord: Take the girl on the vacant tent slave goblin, behind our irons. Leave her there and we'll have feast in here.
A hand she was gifted with, Glena gathered all her courage to continue the journey she needed to pick. The Jester's hands were cold whilst it was another of her trading tricks, the goblins are watching his act same as them, the norms he needed to be careful with. She trusted him despite the hands full of scars and gods deceiving men, she choose to enlighten the darkness of world with the soundness of mind from a minority.