The Good Goblin 91: A Name

What the fuck is with this guy? And how is he so good at tracking … I was sure I wasn’t being followed… I didn’t even sll anything from him. He must have been paying attention to the wind direction.

Dwynfel: “What the fuck do you want from ?”

Kin’Ayesha: “Your life.”

He lunged forward at slamming his mace down. I was able to draw my parrying dagger and deflect his blow. I quickly drew my attacking dagger and took up a defensive stance.

Dwynfel: “If you wanted to take my life, then why not kill before I knew you were here? Why push down here instead of just smashing my head in?”

Kin’Ayesha: “There is no honour in a sneak attack. When I kill you, it will be face to face.”

He took another swing at … this ti he attempted to sweep my leg after the initial blow… but I wasn’t going to fall for that again. I took a step to the side and brought my dagger down on him this ti. It clinked off his armour and did no damage at all. He hopped back and looked at with a look of frustration.

Dwynfel: “Why do you want dead? What the hell did I do to you?”

Kin’Ayesha: “What I want is immaterial. I do as my lord commands.”

He advanced on again… this ti with a flurry of blows that I struggled to keep up with. For sobody so little, he is disturbingly strong… fuck… he’s knocked my parrying dagger out of my hand. He just keeps swinging at . I’d be able to keep up better if he hadn’t just pushed down a fucking ravine. Ah… my eye. He’s hit in the fucking eye… fuck… I can’t see… everything is red… fuck.

He hit in the face again and I fell to the ground. I wiped the blood away from my non-injured eye and saw him kick my remaining dagger away. He stood over with a look of accomplishnt.

Dwynfel: “If I am to die here, at least tell who this lord is that I have pissed off so much!”

Kin’Ayesha: “Second prince Gustav Alstababitch, of the Anubis Empire. Now die, you filth!”

He lifted his mace above his head, ready to smash my face in, when suddenly sothing smashed into him and he went flying several tres.

I blinked a few tis to clear up my vision. Oh, thank fuck… it’s Dacus. He must have shield bashed that psycho away from . Kin’Ayesha gave an angry scowl at Dacus before glancing at .

Kin’Ayesha: “Your lizardn can’t protect you forever! I will not return without your head!”

He threw sothing on the ground… the area erupted in smoke and when it cleared, he had gone.

Dacus: “Friend of yours?”

Dwynfel: “That’s the second ti that nutter has tried to kill !”

Dacus: “Why?”

Dwynfel: “Says I pissed off Prince Gustav… but I don’t know how… I’ve never even t the guy… hang on… where’s the kid?”

Dacus: “Safe. I collected the supplies that we hid before heading to their camp. He is with them, in a bush a few kilotres to the north.”

Dacus helped up and we travelled to collect the child. He was tied up with rope and gagged.

Dwynfel: “Why is he like this?”

Dacus: “He fought.”

Okay… yeah… that makes sense. I told him to keep fighting until he saw again. I untied the boy and removed his gag. The boy said nothing… simply stood up and looked at … as if awaiting instruction.

Dacus: “This child is unnerving. We should move. There is a lake to the north. We should go there to clean away the blood and fix your eye.”

I can’t really argue with that. I can’t see out of my left eye at all… and Dacus and the child are drenched in blood. It didn’t take us long to get to the lake… only a couple of hours walking. The child never complained… never made a noise… never spoke unless directly asked a question. He is completely different to Tadwick.

Once we arrived at the lake, Dacus tended to my eye. He drained the fluid from my eyelid and stitched the large cut just above my eyebrow. It hurts like hell… but at least I can kind of see out of it now. He smashed the skull mask that he had been wearing and threw it in the lake. The entire ti the child just stood by my side… obediently awaiting instruction.

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Dacus removed the loin cloth that he had on and waded into the river to wash off the blood and the war paint. I went to undress myself and the boy stepped forward and began to undo my britches.

Dwynfel: “What are you doing?”

Boy: “Assisting you, master.”

Dwynfel: “I don’t need your assistance to undress myself.”

Boy: “I apologise, master. Please forgive my impertinence.”

Dwynfel: “You weren’t impertinent… you were trying to help. Listen…

Hang on… fuck… I don’t know his na. Why did nobody tell his na this whole ti?

Dwynfel: “I’m sorry… nobody has ever told your na. What do I call you?”

Boy: “I have no na, master. My kind are not worthy of such things. Nas are for people of importance, not those such as I. I am simply referred to as Petri’s Anubis.”

Oh, fucking hell… I am so glad I killed that guy. That family has gone out of its way to degrade these people. Hang on… Kiyui called his father Annis. Did Gustav give him that na… I doubt it… I bet Kiyui gave him that na when he heard about the naless thing. Kiyui would not have agreed with this kind of dehumanisation.

Dwynfel: “You are not Petri’s possession anymore… you do not belong to anybody. So, you should choose your own na. I need sothing to call you.”

Boy: “I do not know of many nas, master. As my master, you should decide how you wish to be designated.”

He really is not understanding when I tell him he has no master… how on earth do I get this through to him?

Dwynfel: “I am not your master… this decision should be yours.”

Boy: “How did you obtain your na, master?”

Dwynfel: “My parents gave it to .”

Boy: “You did not na yourself? I believe that as my master; you should decide my designation.”

Dwynfel: “A master is not a parent… and I am not your master… please stop referring to as that.”

Boy: “What designation would you prefer?”

Dwynfel: “Call by my na… which is Dwynfel Vesidia.”

Boy: “Understood, Master Vesidia.”

Dwynfel: “Just call Dwynfel. Listen… if I agree to give you a na for now… do you agree to choose your own na when you feel you know enough nas to choose one for yourself?”

Boy: “I will do as you command.”

Oh… fuck… what on earth do I call him. I’ve never nad anybody before… umm… it needs to be sothing that sounds relatively distinguished… but not one of those stupid posh people nas… umm… only na that is in my head right now is Alexander.

Why is that the only na that I can think of? Nothing wrong with it though… could call him that… but, is it too much of a human na? Maybe I should alter it a bit. Kiyui called his dad Annis… maybe if I rge them… Annexander? No… that’s fucking stupid. Alexi? It’s still a human na… but it is more of a child na to … Alexander makes think of a grown man. Probably because the only Alexander that I know is a fully grown man. Yeah… I’ll go with Alexi… that’ll work.

Dwynfel: “Okay… until you decide on a na that you would prefer, I shall refer to you as Alexi.”

Alexi: “As you wish, Master Dwynfel.”

Well, thank fuck that discussion is over with. Now… back to cleaning all this blood off myself. I resud taking my clothes off.

Dwynfel: “Take your clothes off too, Alexi.”

Alexi: “As you wish, Master Dwynfel.”

I removed my clothes then turned round to head towards the lake when I caught sight of Alexi. He had done as instructed and was stood completely naked, awaiting further instruction.

His face is completely lacking emotion… as if he has shut himself of to all feeling. His face is perfectly maintained and beautiful. But gods… below the neckline he is covered in scars. Cuts, slashes, whip marks, burns… the only part of him other than his head that isn’t scarred is his tail. When in his uniform, his head and tail are the only parts of his body that are visible. This has been done strategically.

This is sickening. All of this was previously hidden by his clothes, how could I have been so stupid? Kiyui told what Petri was like… I assud he ant the fairly standard beatings that slaves often receive… but fuck… even the females who are rescued from Grim nests have fewer scars than this. What on earth did that sick fuck do to this kid?

Alexi: “You appear troubled, Master Dwynfel. Did I do sothing wrong?”

Dwynfel: “No… no… gods… no… you did nothing wrong… you have never done anything wrong… you are perfectly fine… please go into the water and wash the blood off yourself.”

Alexi: “As you wish.”

He turned towards the water and fucking hell… his back is even worse… how many tis has this boy been whipped? Gods… his arse is nothing but scar tissue. How is he not constantly screaming in pain?

Dacus erged from the water and started getting cooking supplies out.

Dacus: “The boy looks as if he could do with a good al.”

He turned to look at Alexi… then he turned to .

Dacus: “No matter what happens in this life. No matter what you have done before. One thing you can be sure of… what we just did, was the right thing to do.”