In the middle of the cave... the bright light was falling full upon boy's face.

He's stirred a couple of times and once he gave a groan. His dark-blue cold eyes like the depths of the ocean opened and blinked few times.

Richard sat and with one wave of the hand, he fixed up his auburn hair.

His blurry vision finally improved, relieving scary walls covered in webs and two passages with no visible end.

He got the shivers, but quickly calmed down, reminding what his father said: "Never fear, inflict fear."

Refocusing himself on his surroundings, he noticed rocks like spears protruding from the ground, and others like arrows falling from the sky. It looked like a battlefield.

Richard stood up but felt pain in his left leg, checking with hands if it's not broken, a sigh of relief came out of his mouth: "It's bruised."

He looked toward one of the passages and slowly with a limp he headed in one of them.

During a monotonous walk, his leg recovered and thus, he could accelerate his tempo.

'Only rats, nothing else' he sighed. 'Everything would be great if I didn't slip down into a hole!' Richard kicked a rock, which had been sent flying in the shape of an arc into the darkness.

"Gigi? Gu?"

He stopped walking when he noticed two pairs of eyes glaring at him.

"Ga!"

"Gugugugu."

"Gya–gaggugugu!"

'Goblins.' Richard frowned. 'If they have any weapon, my chance of survival will increase.' Because the sign of goblins notifies that: a cave is not a cave, but a dungeon and that it’s populated by more than one race. Of course, he wasn’t afraid of those two goblins, because what they may do to him.

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He quickly returned to the place, where rocky spikes were protruding from the ground. It was obvious why he did that - to use the environment.

When he hid between rocks resembling wooden stakes, the sound of rapid steps resounded in the tunnel.

"Guru-guru!"

"Gero?"

"Guga-gi-gaga!"

"Ga!"

'Not good.' Richard gulped: 'Very bad.' He held the breath. When the group of a dozen or so goblins passed by his lodge, he breathed a sigh of relief: 'I thought those two will follow me, and not call for friends.' He slowly got up and took a look around.

'This is the worst-case scenario.' And it was true. Not only was he hungry, but all goblins were aware of him. He knew that he must quickly think of any plan because he won't last long.

The sounds of the march reached his ears. He had hidden behind one of the rocks and saw shadows manifesting on the wall. They were talking a couple of meters away and what made Richard smile was the fact that there were only two goblins.

'It's time to kill those two.' He picked up a rock and threw in the opposite direction. The sound of falling rock lured a goblin with a big nose, while the second one with big ears didn't bother by that.

'Perfect.' Richard was proud of his plan. Now he was awaiting a moment when goblin with a big nose will turn back on him.

As goblin turned around, Richard jumped toward him. His steps were silent like a single drop hitting the ground. He jumped on the wall and bounced off of it like a spring under tension. He straightened one of his arms to pull goblin's head behind him.

His arm slammed backward, while goblin forward, smashing its head on the spike.

The first one died, but the noise that it made, attracted the attention of the goblin with big ears, who started to run away while yelling: “Gigaru! Gigaru!”

Richard started chasing after it. He couldn’t let him alert other goblins because ending would be obvious.

Picking up a rock, he threw it at fleeing ugly creature. It got hit, right in the back of the head, causing goblin to fall down. The creature grabbed the back of the head and screamed out in pain: “Gyaaa!”

Richard ran up to goblin who was curling up in pain and bestow upon it a fatal blow with a big rock, which cracked his skull, spilling brain covered in blood.

He checked the first body, but besides rag, he found nothing. But the second body offered him a rusty dagger and few copper coins.

‘Half a loaf is better than no bread.’ As he thought, he started walking toward the goblins’ lair.