Chapter One: A Cry For Help
The Goblins gathered outside of the gates of Fairy land, they had formed refugee camps in the meadows. These camps stretched over the hills for miles, it was an endless sight of misery and desperation. Goblin families huddled together trying to comfort each other, children wept from the pain that derived from starvation and some goblins wandered the camp calling out for loved ones they had been separated from.
War and famine plagued Jack Frost's kingdom. The economy was at an all-time low, all the country's money had been put into Jack Frost's quest for expansion but there had been little to no return. A civil war had broken between the Jack Frost loyalist and the Goblins who were fed up with increasingly poor living conditions. Citizens who were being involved in the crossfire had fled to the edge of the magical domain, hoping to seek asylum in the Fairy realm, hoping seize a new safe life behind the walls of the prosperous kingdom of Fairyland.
Jerry the goblin, a highly respected leader of the Goblin community had asked the guards to bring him before the King and Queen. It took three days for his request for audience to be approved.
He went before the King and Queen. They were both decorated with diamonds and jewels and wore the same solemn expressions.
"Your Highnesses," He said and bowed very low. "My people need your help we need a place to live, we beg for you to take us into the kingdom."
King Obreon looked down at him from his thrown and stroked his beard.
"I am aware of your situation," He murmured. "However, I can't just take in all these refugees for now, it's too expensive."
"Beg your pardon," Jerry asked politely. He wasn't sure if he heard that right.
The Queen cleared her throat. "What the king is trying to say," The Queen exclaimed more clearly. "We are not taking any immigrants at the moment. You'll have to go elsewhere"
"But my people!" Jerry gasped. "They have journeyed so far. They need you-"
"We will provide aid," The King said. "We can afford that. But you need to leave as soon as possible."
"Thank you for the aid," Jerry the goblin bowed once again. "But the civil war has been going on for a year now, it's not going to go away any time soon. We need a place to live in the meanwhile."
Queen Titinia glared at him. He then added, "No disrespect. We are grateful, but we need more solutions, none of us want to raise our kids in camps."
"Thank you, Jerry, we will consider your requests." The King yawned. "Heather."
"Yes," said a blonde fairy who stood in the corner of the throne room. She picked up the helm of her deep purple dress and did a small curtsy.
"Show our guest out," the King said.
"Yes sire."
Jerry followed Heather out of the room, as she led him through the extravagant golden halls of the palace. As he was about to leave through the doors, she sighed.
"I honestly don't know what you except." Heather mumbled, flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Do you really expect the King and Queen to let you people in after you guys pledged your allegiance to Jack frost."
Jerry turned slowly to face her. He was almost speechless, all he could say was, "sorry?"
"It's your own damn fault, you filthy goblins are in this mess because you sided with Jack Frost," Heather snapped.
"What are you talking about!" Jerry shook his head in bewilderment. "We never pledged our allegiance to anyone, We just lived there, we just –"
"It's time to go," One of the guards interrupted him. The guards grabbed him by the arm and pushed him out of the palace. The last thing Jerry saw before the doors shut was a serene sinister smile forming on Heather's pale face.
to be continued ...