Suddenly, I felt my soul forcefully pulled away from the witch’s mind.

I started to look around, searching for clues about the situation but found nothing. Nothing but white space stretching infinitely as far as my eyes could see. There was no discernible beginning or end, only an uninterrupted sea of white.

A voice echoed in the empty void.

“Welcome my warrior!”

“Who... who are you?" I asked.

"Your tribe know me by the name of Zholkiem." the voice replied solemnly.

The name Zholkiem, sent a shiver down my spine.

"Are you really… God?" I whispered with disbelief.

"Yes, my chosen one," the voice affirmed. "I have watched over you."

"Why me?"

"Because of your courage, child. You will need it in the war against humans." Zholkiem answered.

"You want me to fight in the war? But I am a prisoner!" I answered incredulous.

"Don't worry, I will bestow upon you the power and knowledge needed to free yourself and lead goblins to victory." Zholkiem declared.

"The nightmare you witnessed was a political plot orchestrated by humans to manipulate the war against our kind." he continued.

"You mean... they framed goblins for the witch granddaughter's murder?"

"Indeed. A human assassin was transformed into a goblin to incite her hatred toward our kind." god confirmed.

"So, humans plotted to disguise the murder and use the witch in our war." I said, the pieces beginning to fit together. "Couldn’t they just ask for her help?"

"They did, but she refused. She was a pacifist and loving grandmother.” the great god answered.

"Why reveal this to me now? What am I supposed to do?"

"I will guide you to reveal the truth to the witch," Zholkiem declared. "To redirect her rage toward humans and, if possible, forge an alliance."

"For now, I will bestow another blessing upon you, my warrior."

A blinding light engulfed me, and I felt a strong surge of divine power coursing through my veins.

"You can now share memories with others in their dreams.This is a gift only the most powerful dream-walkers can acquire through their lifetime."

"Will the witch believe them?" I questioned.

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"Not necessarily, but this doesn't matter. As long as you plant the seed of suspicion, she will look for the truth." Zholkiem answered.

"Alright, thank you, dear god."

"I will first let you witness the truth behind her granddaughter's murder. Your can ask your master to teach you how to share memories later."

"May luck be on your side!"

* * *

Suddenly, I felt my soul being pulled away from the never-ending white space.

When I came to my senses, I was in another location.

A man an a woman were in the middle of a conversation in a grand throne's room.

"Lyra. I have summoned you for something of upmost importance. Moria refused to serve our cause."

"Really your majesty? she still refused after all our efforts to convince her?"

"Unfortunately. Yes. I think we need to be more persuasive."

"Well, I didn't want to go this far, but I know a way, your majesty."

"What is your plan, Lyra? I am all ears."

"We can kill her granddaughter and put the blame on the goblins. This way we will turn her into our most powerful weapon."

"I knew I could count on you Lyra. You are my most trusted subordinate."

"At your service, your majesty." Lyra answered while bowing.

* * *

The memory ended and another one unfolded before my eyes.

This time I found myself in a grand office, with Lyra and another man talking to each other.

“You want me to send one of my best assassin to kill Moria’s granddaughter?”

“Yes. You must keep it a secret. If anyone learn the truth. It won’t end well for you Mickael.”

“I know Lyra, I wasn’t born yesterday. Witches can’t be messed with.”

“Good that you know.”

“But how do you plan to silence the assassin?”

“Oh, it won’t be difficult. Witches tend to be overwhelmed by emotions when they are mad. Moria will silence him for us.”

“Isn’t she a pacifist?”

“She is. But she can’t overcome the curse of our blood. No one can. She is a witch, and witches are emotional by nature.”

“Alright. You are the best placed to know it.”

“Don’t disappoint me, Mickael, or I will be really, really angry.”

“I promise you on the name of the moon-blade guild, the little girl will die. Don’t worry, we have never failed an assassination.”

“I know, I chose you based on your reputation. Now let’s make a blood’s pact.” Said Lyra.

Then the witch drew a pentacle with her blood on the ground.

“I Lyra Reynart swear upon my blood I will help Mickael Lorenz become the next guild master, in exchange for Liddie Crowell assassination’s.”

“I Mickael Lorenz swear upon my blood, that my subordinate will kill Liddie Crowell, in exchange for Lyra Reynart making me into the next guild master.”

As soon as the vows were made, the pentacle glowed with a strong purple light, sealing the pact.

“Now that we have sealed the deal, call your assassin here. I will turn him into a goblin.”

"Alright Lyra."

Mickael called a servant. Soon, the best assassin of his guild graced the duo with his presence.

"Hello vice guild-master, why did you call for me?"

"Eric, your next mission has been decided. You will kill a little girl disguised as a goblin."

"What the hell? Can't you give me a normal customer for once?" complained Eric.

"Don't speak ill of the customer to their face Eric. It's impolite." Lectured Mickael.

"Sorry, milady I didn't notice your presence." Exclaimed Eric dramatically without an ounce of remorse.

"Don't worry sir. I don't take offense for such small matters." Replied Lyra with a fake smile.

"Alright. So how am I going to turn into a goblin again?"

"I will turn you into one." answered Lyra with a devious grin.

"You lady? And how are you going to do that?" Eric asked, clicking his tong mockingly.

Without answering, Lyra started to chant in a foreign language.

"Azerm Toras Jaskent Mis Coren"

Suddenly Eric body started to change.

His skin turned green. His hears and noise pointy. His brown eyes, black. His tall body shrank. His straight back hunched.

"You... you are a witch?" asked the assassin with a deep guttural voice.

Lyra smiled contemplating her work.

"Good, you look perfect now. This will do the trick."

I looked closely at his new appearance and noticed he was a carbon copy of the goblin who killed the witch's granddaughter.

Then, the memory stopped abruptly and my soul was wrenched back to my body.

I was sent back to my cell.