Day 24
Mia
Sitting on the most recently finished building, I overlooked the large-scale construction process that had hundreds of goblins and hobgoblins scurrying around like headless chickens. But I barely registered any of it.
Over the last few days, a seed of worry and sadness had been planted deep within my heart. I kept looking to the horizon, in hopes that I'd see his figure co flying returning ho, but alas, there's been no sign of him ever since he was taking by that horrifying monster.
I gave a start as I suddenly felt a large and rough hand touch my shoulder. I hadn't even realized that huge and lumbering form of Bob that had sat himself down next to . He was looking at with a smile on his stupid but funny-looking mug while holding out a roasted rock beetle leg in an attempt to console .
Ever since returning and hearing the news, Bob had desperately tried to make sure I wasn't sad or depressed for all this ti. But his smile was obviously forced as he himself couldn't hide the worry that had engulfed the both of us ever since the abduction of Master.
Returning a genuine but weak smile, I took the offered roasted leg from the overly protective Bob and began slowly nibbling on it. Knowing that I had beco Master's woman, Bob had taken it upon himself to act as a big brother and make sure I wasn't feeling down.
My mind had been constantly occupied by the worry of what might happen to Master, so I hadn't even the slightest energy to care or do sothing about the lecherous stares of the disgusting goblins and hobs that had recently joined the tribe. They had all yet to respect or recognize Master, and with my recent evolution, it had only gotten worse.
But Bob had been more than willing on his own accord to thoroughly punish the offenders as now the whole tribe dared not even be in the vicinity of , let alone look my way.
Bob had truly beco sothing like a big brother, even though I didn't exactly know what that is. It was apparently sothing that Master had told Bob about, and he was more than happy to fill that role when he thought it might be able to cheer up.
"Bob, do you think he will return?" -
Looking up from his own leg of roasted beetle, he t my gaze with an unfamiliar steely and resolute look on the seemingly always goofy Bob.
"Masta will return because he said so." - Bob
I couldn't help but let out a chuckle as the simple giant's answer was all too honest. After I finished the roasted beetle leg, I nimbly made my way down from the wooden building. Darkan had beckoned over apparently wanting to talk about so matter that he was fussing over with a group of hobgoblins. But while moving through the streams of hastily evading greenskins I suddenly stopped as icy chills of horror ran down my back.
It felt as if my world was crumbling. The one thing that had given solace these last few days had begun to wane. Through the soothing stream of consciousness coming from the other end of the connection between Master and that had ford once he took as his, I felt it suddenly fade.
As if dying...
Worry, panic, and dread all collectively assaulted my mind as red-tinged crystalline tears began running down my cheeks. While the fading of the connection between Master and I didn't actually have any physical harm or detrint to my body, but it was like my heart had been gripped in the vice of Murlok, the god of misery and despair, himself.
Although it had only been a handful of moons ever since Master entered my life, I've never felt so happy and fulfilled as I was now, and it's only because of him. He's shown the possibility of the future, and what it ant to love. Before I was just so hobgoblin girl that lived. That's it, I simply existed. No ambition, no future, no love, only survival.
It's like a haze had been lifted from my mind, and I could finally see the world around . My fate as a hobgoblin would've been like every single other greenskin.
He did this, he gave life.
Suddenly, I lost track of the connection with it fully slipping from my grasp. With my body petrified and a look that told of utter desolation on my face, I could only stare with an empty gaze at the muddied ground beneath my hands.
I barely registered Bob placing his trembling hand on my shoulder. Turning around, I was t with a horrified and trembling Bob, but who to my surprise actually forced a desperate but consoling smile.
"F-feel, he's still there. Masta is alive." - Bob
With the gears suddenly churning in my head once again, my mind turned inward to desperately search for any and all signs of my love.
-There... i-it's still there...
Faint, almost imperceptible, a weak and thin strand of consciousness of a connection still held together within my mind.
"Master is still alive..." -
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