I can still rember the disturbing and grotesque scene in that encampnt. Screaming and yelling mixed with laughter and cheer. Puddles of deep crimson blood litter the ground, filled with bits and pieces of flesh. You can see parts of innards, ears, fingers and teeth floating about in the red sea. The sll of iron, urine and feces fills your nose and even if you vomit only acid and water co up. I was only there for 2 days and I had already seen so many won tortured, n slaughtered and monsters laughing at their achievents. Lucina was lucky. It was re coincidence that she had not been chosen yet and Howard was lucky to even survive retaliating against those monsters. Old man Hus huddled away in the corner sheltering from them but still, I can hear, I can see and I can sll everything.
Every day, soone died. Every day I prayed for a way out. For a way that these people I know can survive. Then one day it happened. A man not tall, not short, not muscular, not skinny just as average as they co. He ca from outside the encampnt and like a ghost weaved into our prison and convinced us to move. To rise up and escape and so we did. We followed him and we ran.
Now, he leads us. He takes care of us. He makes sure that we have everything we need to survive and now he asks to help. Help him in his quest to create a safe haven for us.
I am with another man, Oscar, and a team of 6 goblins. I do not know how to lead them around, frankly, I do not care. I just want everyone to be safe and after we search around we return.
Oscar is in the front looking at tracks and trying to spot any potential dangers while the 6 goblins were following behind him whispering to each other. I can hear them talking about the forest. The erald green leaves, the bronze trunks and the golden sunlight creeping through the canopy. They talk about the bizarre flora, touching them sotis and sotis being yelled at by Oscar. However, I remain at the back. Silently watching and listening.
I have spoken to Oscar a lot through the past few days and have gotten to know him well. He is a kind but scared individual. Despite this trait he wants to prove to himself, prove to his parents and prove to Ian that he can do it. He is constantly worried that his actions drag everyone down. To , he had found a goal to pursue and that is more than enough. Likewise, I too had a goal. I want to be strong. To be faster than a wolf. To be stronger than an orc. To be smarter than a wizard. To be kind like Ian. I had a goal and I will do my best to achieve it.
Throughout most of the day, we follow Oscar slowly moving through the forest while hugging the left mountain. This mountain the gigantic, with its peak reaching for the clouds and luckily for HavenFall it was on our left making it a natural wall.
We follow the rocky surface, staying inside the edge of the forest. I take note of the change in environnts as we walk further and further away from HavenFall. There were fewer trees and a thinner canopy. The ground beca rocky and uneven and there was a slight elevation.
"Luke! It seems like the forest ends around here and we enter a more mountainous terrain. It took us about three/quarters of a day to reach here and since the sun is setting I think we should find sowhere to rest up for the night."
Oscar steps on a boulder and talks to from the top as he looks around trying to find a place to rest up for the night. The 6 goblins looked around aimlessly copying Oscar but to no avail. I step closer to Oscar and looked towards the mountain.
"We should look for a cave along the mountainside or at least there will be so sort of overhang."
Oscar nods and calls the goblins over to follow him. Like a mother goose and her children, Oscar leads the way with the goblins following behind him closely. The mountain did not provide us with the shelter we expected and night had already fallen. Walking in the dark is dangerous but with little choice, we had to stop progressing. I made a small fire with so twigs and dead leaves scattered on the ground while the goblin and Oscar moved so of the bigger rocks together forming a wall. At least this way the wind coming from that direction would be blocked.
We stay close to each other staring at the flickering flas. The warmth from the fire escapes us drifting away in the wind. With not much left to do I slowly close my eyes and try to sleep.
After so ti, I open my eyes. The small embers from the fire glow softly like a beating heart. To my right I see Oscar sleeping and next to him were the goblins all huddled up together. I stand up and stretch my back and arms letting out a small groan as I do. Nothing in front of but darkness. I turn lethargically to check the surroundings behind .
"..."
Two glowing yellow eyes with black slits in the middle. A round body and limbs as huge as a tree trunk. A log in its hands with armor reflecting the moonlight. Raging tattoos across its scarlet body. Its fangs as long as half its face erging out of his mouth as it smiles almost reaching its eyes. Its eyes beco upside-down crescent moons as it stands there looking at .
My feet are frozen at the sa ti they feel like jelly. I could do nothing but stare at this creature as it stares back at . Smiling like it just found a new toy. Seconds pasts and then minutes and what felt like hours. My forehead drips from cold sweat and I gulp nervously.
What do I do? What do I do? That question keeps running through my head. What do I do? What do I do?
It moves. With its right foot, it steps forward.
WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO?
I scream internally, sound fails to escape my mouth. It's moving closer one step at a ti but I can't do anything. I watch move towards but then it clicks in my brain. Oscar is here too. It's not just . If that thing cos closer it won't be just in danger. I have to move. I have to do sothing. I have to tell Oscar to move. I have to inform the goblins to do sothing.
But I can't.
I watch as it moves towards .
Until it towers over .
I can sll its horrible breath as it exhales above . I stare up at its eyes. Those crescent moon-shaped eyes look down on . The tips of its mouth reaching towards its ears. Those fangs creeping closer to the top of its head. I can see the intricate tattoos on its body. Serpents, lions, fish and man.
It leans forwards looking at the rest of the scouting party quickly before turning back to . Its face, right in front of .
Close enough to touch .
Then it opens its mouth. Slowly.
"Hello, there...boy."
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