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"Why did you not tell me you were not my mother?" Goblin confronted his mother. "All these years you've hidden the truth from me why?"
"Goblin." Nan started sitting down and motioning for Goblin to do the same. "You came to us when you where no more then a few years old. Lord Boron, the man you believed all these years to be your uncle found you. Abandoned in the woods. No one knew where you had come from. Boron wanted too keep you, raise you as his own, but he knew that you would be better off with a mother. So he asked me as his sister to raise you as my own."
"So no one knows who my parents are?" Goblin asked
"No, you where alone when Boron and his men found you, wandering the road." She paused "Goblin, all these years you have been my son, I wouldn't change that for anything. But if you feel that it is your duty to find your past, then I will not stop you, but just remember you always have a place here in Dorn and with me." Goblin put his head down and sighed
"Thank you mother." She hugged him tightly
"I love you my son, don't forget me"
"How could I ever forget you?" Goblin said sadly, Nan handed him his bag and put some bread inside. "It was you who where there for me, not anyone else, no matter what I find, you are my true mother." With one quick glance back, Goblin ran from the house. He sniffed back a single tear and made his way to the stable. The rider was waiting for him.
"Are you ready?" he asked, Goblin looked around and nodded. He started to follow the rider out when he felt something nudge him in the back. He turned; it was the large beast of a horse that had escaped earlier.
"What do you wish to come with me?" Goblin asked, the horse neighed softly and nodded its head. "Ok but you must be quiet." Goblin climbed up onto the hay mounds and jumped gently onto the beasts back, with one final glance around Dorn, his home, Goblin followed the rider out through the gates and towards the woods.
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The further they journeyed from Dorn the more suspicious and anxious Goblin became over their destination. Who was the rider taking him too and why? After what seemed like days of riding, the rider dismounted and Goblin followed in suit.
"We will make camp here for tonight." Moments later a fire blazed illuminating the forest. Every little noise made Goblin jump, this was the furthest from Dorn he could ever remember being. The forest seemed timing with life and Goblin felt less then secure. He felt a nudge upon his back, when he turned it was his ride.
"You my friend need a name." Goblin said rubbing the animal's soft velvet like nose. He thought for a moment when a word came to him, a word he had heard long ago but could not remember from where. "How about Luth?" the horse gave a soft whinny of what sounded very much like appreciation. The rider was now staring at Goblin, like he had when Goblin had stopped the horse in its tracks.
"Do you know what that means boy?" the rider asked Goblin shook his head
"I've only heard it. But I cannot remember from where." He looked over at the rider "do you know what it means sir?" the rider added another log to the fire and nodded.
"I've heard it used at times, not many can speak the language from which it lie in."
"What language is that?" Goblin aske staring into the flames.
"Elvish, boy luth is elven for 'magic'" Goblin didn't know what to say, he had heard it before the rider had said it too him back in Dorn. But why had he remembered that word? what did it mean? And most importantly where did he hear it from.
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