His face turned as red as the horizon. The sun lit up my confused eyes. The world around us was silent.
I am too young to set out yet, I had to wait one more year before I could even think about becoming a caravaner. I could feel my own face warming up, but Andrew was far more fair than I, so his red face indeed was very red.
Andrew stepped towards me, but I stepped back. "I can't go," I told him. "I'm am not yet old or strong enough, if I came then, wouldn't I be a burden?"
The red slipped away from his. "You needn't worry, Mia, I-"
A screech coming from my yard interrupted him, and an answer of panic and worry jolted from me. "The hens!"
We ran to my yard, and a revolting image flashed before my eyes. One of the hens had been sliced neatly in half in a puddle of feathers and blood. Standing behind was a mutated thing. It was in ragged, brown clothes and had red, wrinkled skin. The spear it was carrying gave no comfort.
Andrew grabbed his weapon, the aura racket, and swiped at the monster. "How did this goblin get in here!"
The goblin snarled and screeched as Andrew pummeled it on the head, pounding and buffeting it with his wooden racket. It yelp as it was hit on the tail, but then Andrew panted and rested for a split second. The goblin stole his chance to deliver a blow of his spear at Andrew, and Andrew's necks was barely cut. Blood trickled onto his tunic and down his chest. He gasped for breath and backed away.
I was nearly in tears. If this was a common battle, I would definitely refuse to go. I'm guessing my gasps for air caught it's large ears, and it threw a pebble at me. It barely grazed my cheek, but it left an unpleasant stinging feeling that brought the tears out.
Andrew glared at the enemy, and his eyes narrowed. "You leave her alone," he bellowed as he sent blasts of energy from his racket at the goblin.
The goblin dodged each blasts, jumping from left to right. It threw it's spear at Andrew, but he did a perfect backflip and avoided it. The spear fell into the lake and the goblin screamed in distress. It ran right up to Andrew and punched him in the stomach.
Andrew's eyes closed and he fell onto the ground, very still. I frantically gathered my wits and tried to shake him awake. "Please Andrew, get up!" He appeared to be breathing, which was a good sign. I dragged his lightweight body to the river and tried to give him a drink of water, but the water dribbled down his cheek and he remained still.
The goblin screeched in triumph as it found its spear and us. I stood up and something shiny and sharp fell from the sky and landed at my feet. I pulled it out of the ground and smiled as I saw its form.
The sword had a golden handle and a blade with the sharpest tip I ever saw. I pointed it at the goblin and it backed off, grunting with confusion.
I lunged at the goblin, sword outstretched, and as soon as I heard the sickening yelp of pain and death coming from the goblin as I stuck my sword through its chest, I felt as if fire had just burned my thigh, and I tried to scream as the pain intensified, but everything went black.