It took him a couple of moments for the dizziness to go away, but the questions remained.

How can there be 3 moons in the sky?

What happened in the hospital?

Who was she?

He ran his hand over his face, trying to get rid of the numbness to clear his mind, but he felt that something was wrong, looked at his hand, and noticed that it was smaller and his fingers were thinner.

The skin was smoother, and there no signs of the thousand hours of training.

He checked his face, too. The skin was smooth with no sign of hair on it.

But in the end, he did not care.

Another hallucination would not change the fact that he had lost any hope. Nothing was left for him.

He would have stayed there, lying, alone and lost, in a desolate land, waiting for the end to come, if not for that voice, that kept resounding in his mind.

"..you cannot die here.".

The same voice that kept resounding in his mind since that day. And today even more.

So, wearing only the gown from the hospital, he started to walk down the mountain, between gray rock and wet grass. He walked for almost 40 minutes until he reached the beginning of a forest.

The sun was close to setting, but there will probably still be more than an hour of light.

The forest was a land of untouched green beauty, with all its shades and the vegetation and foliage were dense, but not enough to block all the light.

Scattered low bushes and shrubs bedecked the ground, and the fallen leaves mixed with vegetation, creating a carpet of green.

The crown of the trees touched the sky.

Few were the rocks that could be seen, and they were all covered with lichens and moss.

The fallen leaves covered the ground and, mixing with the vegetation, created a carpet of green.

In the distance, the cry of animals and the chirp of birds.

After almost an hour of walking, he felt thirsty, when suddenly, the sound of running water come to his ear.

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He walked toward the water.

A few minutes later, he found a little stream, with crystal-clear water, which flowed down the side of the mountain.

Thirsty and tired, he decided to stop a few minutes for a break.

As he got over the water, he saw the trees were scarce and more light penetrated the forest, allowing him to see his reflection.

It was him, but it was him when he was 11 - 12.

He ran a hand over his face.

A childish face and smooth skin, with no hair face; the freckles were a bit more clear, but the scar under the left eye was still there.

Angered by seeing the scar, like a perpetual sin still on his face, he punched the water; the water scattered, and his reflection got distorted.

When he was ready to walk again, a weird scream caught his attention.

It was sharp as a child's but more animal.

"Yaaahhh.".

He saw two tiny figures, more or less forty meters away from him.

"Yaaahhh.".

Another scream, and then the two figures started running toward him.

With a questioning look, he raised from the rock where he was seated and stare at them.

He needed to wait for the two figures to come closer, as the sun was now setting, and the light was not good enough.

Thirty meters, twenty meters.

As the two figures got near, he could see more things of them.

At first, he thought it was their clothes, but then he noticed that the green he saw came from their skin.

They were as tall as a child, more or less a meter, but they were faster and more agile than a child should be.

Few pieces of leather hung from their body, and in their hands, they wielded a club.

Ten meters.

And it was at that moment he recognized what they were.

He read about them in books when he was a child: they were goblins.

Unconsciously, he took a defensive stance as the thousands of hours of train kick in.

The first goblin came and raised its club, trying to hit him with a blow from above.

He took a side step, avoiding the blow, and hit it with a frontal kick on the hip, sending him flying away.

The goblin fell a few meters away and lost the club.

Then he turned, looking for the other goblin, just in time to see the other club coming horizontally towards his head.

He ducked down, avoiding the club and simultaneously moving closer and to the side of the goblin.

Then threw a punch aimed at the goblin's throat.

The goblin lost the club, fell to its knees, and gasped, panting for air.

He took this opportunity to go behind the goblin and locked the goblin's neck between his arms.

The goblin struggled between his arm, but it could not get free.

He used this opportunity to observe it.

There was no facial hair, no hair at all; the eyes were small while the nose was too big for its face.

Their ears were slightly pointed, and the big mouth was full of sharp teeth.

Studying the goblin distracted him, and when the first goblin returned to attack, he could not react in time.

The goblin jumped on him, biting him on the left leg.

A jolt of pain stopped him for an instant.

He shook his leg and shook off the goblin, and now angered, with his leg free, he kicked the goblin in the head, making the goblin rolled backwards.

In a fit of anger and fear, he broke the goblin's neck that was trapped in his arms, killing him.

He let go of the dead goblin and moved over to the other one.

The goblin was on the bank of the stream; it has almost fainted from the blow, and was trying to get up but losing his balance, like a turtle that has fallen on its own shell.

He took a rock from the river bed and sat on the goblin with his knees on the goblin's chest, to not let its escape.

He raised the rock and let it fall on the goblin's head.

Blood splattered all over his face and his clothes.

More hits fell.

Blood now covered his gasping face as it covered the bank and the crystal-clear water of the stream.