My mind was filled with excitement as I prepared to embark on my quest to save the world from the imminent threat that awaited it. However, before setting off on this epic adventure, I had to bid farewell to the goblin villages where I had found my place.
I came out of the cave, the night was beginning to descend on earth. The goblins with whom I formed my hunting party waited calmly, a little further in the forest.
"Did you eat a rabbit alone in your corner or what?" my plump goblin friend asked.
I spoke to them about the revelations that had been shared with me, about the growing shadow that threatened our world, and the importance of uniting the different races to fight against it. I explained my decision to set out in search of these races, to create a powerful and united alliance that could confront this threat.
Arriving in the village, I returned to my hut to prepare for my trip, and I ended up falling asleep involuntarily from fatigue.
The day after, the chief of the goblins, a wise and respected purple goblin, wished to speak to me before my departure. He invited me to join him in his hut, where we could have a private discussion. I accepted with gratitude.
I gently pushed open the door to the chief's hut, stepping into the dark and mysterious interior. A faint glow filtered through the gaps in the wooden walls, revealing the outlines of the room. My eyes quickly adjusted to the surrounding darkness, and I saw the tribal chief seated in the center of the hut on an elaborately embroidered cushion, his imposing posture bearing witness to his unquestioned authority.
His face, marked by the years and covered with a tribal pattern, exuded a profound serenity, and his eyes, sparkling with wisdom, seemed to have weathered the trials of many generations. A long, graying beard framed his face, lending an aura of respect and experience to his appearance. He was the guardian of traditions, the holder of ancestral knowledge.
Aware of the hierarchy and significance of this moment, I respectfully bowed before the chief, inclining my head to show my submission and respect. He gently raised his hand, inviting me to approach, to share a privileged moment by his side.
"Comrade," he began in a calm and composed voice, "since we goblins have settled in this forest, the relationship with the other races has been almost nil. But we know how difficult the objective you have set for yourself is. Know that our village will remain here, ready to welcome you upon your return."
I looked up at him, feeling both grateful and humble. "Thank you, baron," I replied with a heartfelt voice. "I am honored by your grace, and I will do everything in my power to fulfill this mission and protect our world."
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The chief of the goblins placed his wrinkled hand on my shoulder, his gaze penetrating into mine. "When I was young and traveling with my companions looking for a home, I could meet different kinds of people. From the most hostile to the most kind to goblins, everyone agreed that goblins were not a dominant race. The most powerful race is the human race and they consider us monsters, garbage worse than the devil. But don't be discouraged and go at your own pace."
I didn't worry too much about this problem because human was a domain that I mastered.
Then, a glimmer of emotion shone in my eyes as I realized how deeply my goblin family cared for me. "I will never forget, all the goblins in the village will be present in my heart." I sincerely told him.
The chief of the goblins smiled gently. "Comrade, I advise you to start by rallying the surrounding dryads and dwarves to your cause. There are the elves in the eastern part of the forest and a small village of dwarves in the big mountain that touches the clouds."
I stood up, feeling a newfound energy surging within me. "I promise you, baron. I will not disappoint you."
We exchanged a final look, filled with understanding and mutual respect. Then, I left the chief's hut, ready to face the challenges that awaited me.
The villagers had gathered in the central clearing of the village, forming a circle around me. Their faces displayed both sadness at seeing me leave and pride in me. I stood at the center of the circle, my hands slightly trembling, but my voice resounded with unwavering determination. I expressed my gratitude for their unwavering support since the day I arrived in their village.
Some goblins, driven by their courage and their desire to protect our world, expressed their willingness to join me on my quest. They raised their hands and declared loudly that they would stand by my side, ready to fight for the preservation of our world. Their words were met with murmurs of approval and looks filled with respect.
However, I knew that our people needed defenders in the villages to maintain daily life, protect our lands, and ensure the survival of our community. I explained to them that their role in this quest was equally crucial, as they had to stay here to watch over our village and keep the flame of hope alive.
The chants of the goblins rose in the air, carrying their support and hope through the forest. Their voices, sometimes gruff but always filled with sincerity.
Then came the moment to leave. I broke free from the embrace of my goblin companions and slowly walked away from the village. My heart was filled with excitement and sorrow, but I knew I had to move forward. I turned one last time toward the village, engraving the image of my goblin friends in my memory.
The path that awaited me was strewn with obstacles and unknowns, but I was ready to face them. Guided by my destiny, I embarked on my journey toward distant horizons, determined to gather the races, defend harmony, and counter the threat looming over our world.
The goblin villages would forever be etched in my heart, and I would proudly carry the memory of my goblin family throughout this epic adventure. I would not forget them, for their support would accompany me throughout my quest to save our imperiled world.
to be continued...