Chapter 8: Such is the nature of goblins…
Next thing I knew, all was still. Nothing moved, and no sound could be heard. Then, the strange blue haze covering my eyes swept away to reveal the green of grass. Birds could be heard chirping, and the wind blowing through the trees created a low whistle. I smiled. I wished the world was always as peaceful as the scene depicted. I slowly stood, and looked around me. I didn't know where I was, but the house was nowhere in sight. The scenery was not familiar, though something made me feel a nostalgia. Then I examined the mirror. It was still sparking, and twitching. I swore loudly, knowing what happened. The darn thing malfunctioned! I hadn't explored this chunk of land yet, so I decided that before I went looking for home, I should become acquainted with the rolling hills and grassy fields around me. I strolled around, without much concern. I unknowingly had my hand on the hilt of my sword, for something within me knew that an evil was hidden. My fighting instincts began to return, and I felt like something was watching me from afar. What was it? Suddenly I heard a low whine, and an arrow imbedded itself inches from my foot. I flicked my sword from the sheath, and held it out. It glowed horribly, longing for blood. I smiled and, without considering my own safety, charged to the attacker. He had ducked back down, but I knew where he was. Then I heard a loud bang, and like that, the whole top of the hill I was climbing was destroyed, showering dirt. The landslide crashed into me, but something inside of me that should have snapped didn't. I held my ground against the avalanche, and without even a flinch, waited for it to pass. I was covered in dirt, and scratched in a few places, but otherwise unharmed. On top of the now flat hill stood a blue skinned figure, clad in chain mail. He held a long defensive knife, and stood in a ready pose, I reached the top, and charged forward. The small figure which I identified as a goblin held out his knife, ready to intercept my blows. I decided then that maybe I should have trained my sword skills a bit harder. Just as I would have crashed into his outstretched blade, I curved to the side and brought my blade down on the side of his. The blow left a giant notch in his blade, though it was on the flat side. He struggled to regain his footing, and I lashed out again. As he fell over, he quickly brought his blade up to deflect mine. A shower of sparks flew in both directions, as my enchanted sword clove through his. The whole top half of his flew into the air, before clattering next to him. I slashed at his sword hand, and it hit. Without protest, he dropped the weapon, clutching the stump of his severed finger. My blade seemed sadistically satisfied with my work. I knew that this was no ordinary sword, and it seemed grateful to once again taste the blood, and break the sword of an attacker.
"Wha- What do you want?" The goblin asked in a high pitched voice.
"I want to know where you came from, and where is your kind hiding?" He began to answer, but was abruptly cut off by a flash and bang. I was thrown to the ground, and sent rolling down the hill. I barely felt any pain though; only my invisible armor was depleted protecting me. I groaned, and silently crawled to the body. A slightly singed and strange arrow, which I guessed had dynamite strapped to it, laid next to a burnt and charred corpse. I let out a stream of curses, and ended with, "such is the nature of goblins!" I picked up the arrow, which was eerily undamaged, and put it in my pack. I was pretty sure I had just caught the bait of a trap, and pulled it hard. I bit it off, but it was yanked back by the placer. And now, the placer, or whoever killed the scout was going to warn everyone that they were discovered. I was not sure who placed it though, but anyone commanding goblins must be somewhat nasty. I knew it was no coincidence he was killed then, and by the same strange arrow that almost hit me. I walked back, and picked it up too. I pulled the other one out, and compared them. They were the same. I smiled at my discovery, and decided I had had enough. I looked around for anything familiar, and saw one thing. A small amount of purple grass. My sword buzzed horribly when I looked at it. I noticed it was the same color. Perhaps it wanted revenge on the evil land? I looked for a detour but found none. Well, if I wanted to go home, I would need to go through, but it was not something I wanted to do. Indeed, I wished I could have left it alone. But I knew that there was no better way, and so I set off, sword in hand, and walked towards the purple wasteland. The infectious grass seemed more evil than ever, and suddenly, a feeling like vengeance came over me. It needed to be destroyed. Without much control over my feelings, I let revenge take over, and throw me headlong into the infected prison. No matter what got in my way, my sword would dine on green blood that night, and I was not changing my mind about that. Nothing could stop me now!
AN: Revenge is best served cold! I decided to give light's bane a mind of its own, and it would not stop yearning for blood until the corruption was purified. Tell me what you think of the idea!
~Sensei200
