A Goblins Beginning

Birth. How most things come to life, and often the first time you are judged for your value. It could be for small things like the colour of your hair, your gender or how heavy you are, you are also innocently judged on how healthy you are to see how much investment is needed to keep you alive. This all makes up your value to your family, society, the world and the greater cosmos.

But what if you are born… different, deformed physically or mentally? It could be that you were born with no legs, born with a few less or more fingers. Maybe you don’t act like a baby, being either dumber or smarter than your compatriot newborns. Now that, that changes your value. You are no longer a blank slate with infinite possibilities, you are now a lesser, a plague to the world with your useless traits being able to spread if you are left to live.

That would be the worst possible outcome for a new soul, but another better outcome would be for them to be pitied for their disabilities and left to live. Treated like fragile china their entire lives, with people and their loved ones talking behind their back. But that's me being pessimistic about life and how more… basic civilisations view disabilities. Maybe if the old empires and civilisations were still thriving, with their infinite love and compassion for their fellow citizens still existed, maybe then the abnormal would be treated better.

But this Tale revolves around a third fate for the atypical, to be treated with indifference and tossed to the side to be forgotten by all. But a single Goblin left abandoned in the world refused to be forgotten, and that's where this story begins. Like most, with birth~

…The narrator won't be gone that quickly. There is still more time until the story can walk on its own, and even then I will still be around but as a lesser guide for this story to really flow.

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Mundunia, the world of fertility and life. Different from other worlds in how most of Mundunia's biomes are jungle or forest and most of the ecology growing at immense speeds, reaching maturity sooner than similar flora and fauna on other planets. This causes large amounts of evolution and competition between all that reside on the planet, with death being something looked over due to the overwhelming nature of life's domain.

This did not mean death was not looked at as annoying, cause that relinquished most of something's value, how else was I supposed to get more food if my fruit tree was dead? This fact of life was shown at the birth of another.

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Pov Goblin Shaman (Intentionally Written Dumbly)

Unhappy was this morning, woken up and told bad news, making me go into no good mood. Another birther died in past week, 5 total out 17 had. This time different, no because birther refuse food and drink, no this time because young to big and cause rip. This no rare but fix we can when done on time. However child too big cause impressive tear and her to bleed to death.

As I walked to hut I can smell familiar scent of women and sex fluids, I also smell blood, much blood. Walking in I see other women with eyes shut or staring off in space some with tears, see them I get excited but I no in mood now… maybe later. But now I focus on body of dead women with lots blood over her, and there between legs was the cause of her death. A baby. Newly born covered in blood, but I also noticed he big, bigger than other newborns. But he looked off.

Picking it up I look over body, had no warts unlike Goblin, but was green so was? Checking between legs it boy, simple female rare male no rare. It had weird meat on back that made it two time wider from front to back than normal child, made it ugly and un-Goblin look sick or diseased. It also no cry or try find food, it just lay, meaning no goblin.

“Hmmmm Identify”

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Name: N/A

Race: Goblin

Tier 1 (Level 1)

Sex: Male

Gender: Male

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“Is Goblin, but also weird? Mmmmm it problem, it kill female and look weak also ugly. It no Goblin but is… so it useless”

I confused what to do with it, kill it or keep it. After much thought I know what do with it. Tribe no kill it but no feed it either, leave it near trees and if it survive it survive. No help given must earn right to be part of Tribe prove not useless. Me smartest after all. But it needs name.

Walking out of hut I notice word on sign, the sign on useless pile of rock that once wall… useless just like baby. Word read Yo~ Yori~~ Yorid!!

“From now on you Yorid the useless!!”

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And that was how Yorid was brought into this world and named. Left at the edge of the camp to fend for himself, to survive. And maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t just survive, he would survive