In a green jungle, a bright light appeared, with a sound of metal clashing so light but so heavy, a 20 or so year old fell from the sky “aaahh!”
Shaking some leaves out of his hair, a brown haired British person with nicer teeth than you would expect spit out some mud.. Well maybe the teeth aren’t as white as you would expect but he just needs to clean his mouth first. “How the hell did I get here?!” looking around he saw scenery he nor any other human from earth had seen for longer than anyone could estimate but a god or a diviner. But just as he was getting his bearing he heard a rustling in the distance.
“OhGadoga! OhGadoga! OhGadoga!” a marching band of armored goblins made their way through the short bushes among the tall trees, zig zagging around huge tree roots while still holding their formation.. Stopping right in front of him one Goblin stood out, it was a male with a scar crossing his right cheek, his face shaped like the love child of a jester and a rolling pin. He came up close to the brit face to face, one standing and grimacing while the other sat on the ground feeling his world crumbling around him.
“Big pinky! What you are doing here?!” spittle flew as the Goblin commander shook his face intimidatingly “Say me!!” Doubling down on intimidation as he noticed how shook the big pinky was. He glared at him with one eye as he put his scarred cheek up close to the Brit. Shaking violently the Brit replied with a stutter “I d-don’t know, I fell from the s-s-sky!” Not impressed the goblin commander slapped the big pinky on the knee “you fall from sky?! Haha! Hahaha!” Laughing outrageously as if what he heard was just a big joke he suddenly turned back to him, pushing his face as close as he could to the big pinkies “you think I stupid?! I smartest Goblin in the world!” with a grimace of intimidation he grabbed the big pinkies back “no wing, but you say you fly? You wanna die?!?!” he grabbed for a little dagger at his waist. When the big pinky saw this he started shuffling backwards but fell over as quick as his first foot pushed against the ground.
The goblin jumped over and on top of him, putting his dagger to his throat. “Big pinky say he fly, but can not even crawl.. Haha! Hahaha!!” From a sudden uproarious laughter to a deathly silent grin. “Now you show me what you don't want show..” Cutting a nick and letting a drop of blood fall on his dagger, the goblin lifted it up to his eyes, as the pinky lay deathly still in the goblins grasp. “You blood is shiny red, oohh!” putting the dagger up to his mouth he licked the drop of blood off the blade, with a focused gaze he gazed down at the pinky in his hands, eyes glittering! “You very good… You not die, today…” Letting go of the British kid, he turned to his goblin troops and gave out orders. Some goblins went over to wrap the big pinky up, while others gathered branches and so they carried him off wrapped up like a burrito on a grill…
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With a ringing in the ears and blurry eyes the brit woke up as someone shook him violently. “Hello! Pinky! Open eye!” he was in a big hall, standing in front of him was a litany of green little people and in the middle was a big throne but the old wizened goblin sitting on it was no bigger than the other goblins around, he even looked smaller in comparison due to the throne he sat in.
The goblin commander who had woke him up poked him in the side with a sharp fingernail “you staring at king, but no say anything…” grimacing at the disrespect he lifted his hand in the direction of this disrespectful human, but as it was about to land the king who hadn’t moved or spoken, finally did.
“Stop…” a sophisticated voice, still tinged with the goblin tone, the tone that stands for everything they are and will always be, spread through the room though low, it carried itself through all whispers or thoughts.
As all eyes across the room fell on dead air in front of them, the king sat up a bit straighter though still crooked, he asked the human who held him in his eyes, “Pink one, tell me who sent you?”
With an inner compulsion of unknown origins, he answered the goblin kings question “I fell out of the sky, as I was going home from a friends place.”
“OOOHH! AH! GAHH!” exclamations rang through the hall, ‘this pink looking long boy fell from the sky? He lives in the sky?’ was the thought running through their minds. All the goblins knew that nobody could lie to their king when prompted with a person question, so now that he answered everyone was in a fever pitch thinking of how extraordinary this pink one was.
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A subtle but intrusive energy pervaded the room, bringing silence once again. The king tapped his finger on his throne, a light tap so subtle changed into a heavy rumble as the huge throne started lighting up, light beams rose up from the thrones back, piercing the material world and spreading out in everyones eyes until all they could see was those golden light beams all around them. As everybody was stunned in place, the goblin king, eyes golden, veins bulging on his forehead, he saw pinky living his life in the modern world of humans, as he saw these scenes his grimace changed, starkly reminiscent of the face of Midas, who found out he could turn everything into gold. Meanwhile.
As the golden light flooded everything, he felt the power over him that had pervaded the room earlier fade away. ‘What the fudge is going on!!’
As soon as he got control of his most inner self, he felt something strange tugging at him, and memories started popping up, memories of random events from the past, with no control he started losing control all over again. Feeling a deeply disturbing forebodance, he could do very little but look at these memories flashing by. ‘Am I dying? Is this my final farewell?’
As he walked through memory lane, one memory was him flipping through a car mechanics manual, watching youtube videos about chemical reactions, medieval sciences, physics and the universe. These memories were so stupid, why the hell was god forcing him to see this at deaths door? Was god mocking him for procrastinating half his life away and never picking anything to focus on? Though he felt slightly indignant, but even more, he felt sorrow, and lack of closure. So his spirit, manifesting true oneness with the desire to see the world he left one more time, bade god for a favor. ‘God, let me see my parents, I don’t care about these memories you are showing me right now. Show me my parents, show me my first love, show me the kids I made fun of doing better… show me the world one second after I left, just so I can rest assured, that time still moves slowly… let me reconcile, god… let me have peace!’
As this thought occupied his whole spirit, a resonance was made. A power much stronger than any before seen here, graced the little goblin city. A bit of life force was extracted, a bit of mana, a bit of clean spirit was extracted from natures gifts. Then it all rushed in the direction of the long pinky who was currently experiencing something very uncommon.
His mother would cry every day at first, but as the years passed she had hung pictures of him in every room, though she would cry at night sometimes, every time she would look at his pictures on the walls, she would smile and a tear of joyful remembrance would run down her cheek. She would talk about his good looks and talent in many fields, she would brag about how he had been a lead role in his elementary school play to anyone who would listen, she continued being a beautiful parent to his siblings, and moved on to being a grandma for the grand children, he saw the grand children grow up his whole family 40 years later still gathering together at the graveyard on Christmas eve to sing a song for the dead.
As he saw is mother grow older and older, eventually so old that she could hardly be expected to last a year more, he felt her slowly accepting, accepting exactly what he had been having difficulties accepting, as she reached the end of her life, he watched.
“Darling, Won’t you come out for a walk? You know it’s good for you” his father said to his mother as he supported her out of the bathroom. “You have been walking and Ive been taking my naps, old fart you think you are healthier than me? Watch me outlive you!” she said in a shaky old voice that couldn’t betray the playfulness inside.
He helped her sit down in a lazyboy, pulling the lever, the chair turned into a reclined, and his mother bid his father farewell. Closing her eyes, laying down, she crossed her palms, her breath was already shallow but as she lay there he was immersed in the room, he sensed her breath shorten again and again, just as she was taking her last breath she spoke in a soft voice. “Gili, momma is on the way.” His mind almost shattered from hearing her say his name, The world around him crumbled, as he saw his mother being carried in a casket, his father not eating for five days and following his mother, his siblings children had children and so on and so on until the people he was most related to were simply just as close to him as any other human you would find out on the street, and then it all faded into black and suddenly he was falling out of the sky again…
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Name: Notes on the above and the below.
Date: Year 236. Of the Kastrúðs Calendar.
Author: Veittr ‘Kynsæll’ Sjákrmsson.
Type: Essay on the nature of things and their relation to an all encompassing truth.
“As demigods create resonances with their people, and occultists with their disciples, some greater beings, so magnificent, occupy a place in the very fabric of the universe. They simply exist in the eyes of those who can see them, and those few, may be blessed with spirit crystallization that aligns with the greater universal laws. Those lucky enough will never be forgotten, for their influence will leave a mark every step of their way.”