All characters are owned by George Macdonald except whatever OC's that I manage to come up with, purely fan made and inspired after reading all the great PatG fanfics
Please Don't Go
From that day on the Goblin kingdom was weaker than it had ever been and as for Mefeero, well, her anger towards the humans grew every day, until she became so bitter that few could consolidate her.
That was until the day when her son was born eight months after Korumn's death. To Mefeero it was as if she had a little piece of the life she had envisioned.
To honour Korumn's father, Mefeero named her son after him.
As for the rather confusing and agonizing situation that befell Mefeero eight months before her son was to be born, she knew that as soon as she had Korumn's child she would be rejected from the kingdom, no matter if it was the former king's son.
Initially, Mefeero had planned on running away so that she and her child would not have to suffer being banished, however, as fate would have it, something changed her mind.
It was night time in the world above, but down bellow in the caves of Goblin City it was day and today there was an enormous ceremony being held in the great hall for the beloved King Korumn.
Every goblin in the city was there to honour their fallen leader, however, the only one not to be seen during the entire liturgy was Mefeero.
Instead she was in Korumn's bedchambers, looking over little trinkets, things that the King had held very dear to him and had left to Mefeero.
Mefeero clutched to her satchel with desperate and shaking hands and placed a couple loaves of bread in it before she crossed to the other side of Korumn's room and reached for the black cape hanging from a stone hook coming out from the wall.
Running a slim finger over the seams and clutching it close to her chest, Mefeero sighed as the memories came flooding back to her with the smell of soft cotton washed in glacial waters. 'I don't want to look through all these things that remind me of you' Mefeero brushed a tear away from her face and gently placed the cape against her face, breathing in deeply, 'all these things, all these memories- what can I do with memories?—memories don't feel—memories don't love—'
She blinked and pulled the cape away from her nose and the senses that had eclipse her fled with the absence of the cape. Mefeero moved her left hand so that it grasped a vase that rested upon a stone table. Everything in hear belonged to Korumn and everything she touched had a painful memory that caused the thorns in her chest to burn.
Turning it over once in her hand, Mefeero gently stroked the pottery with her thumb and blinked back a storm of tears as they prickled her eyes.
Mefeero dropped the vase upon the ground and it shattered, sending the water it contained splashing over the broken shards.
The cloak had been left to Mefeero in Korumn's will, in fact he had left a good many things to Mefeero, however, she would never be able to take them with her. The cape was a charcoal black and sewn from a tough type of wool that was only found on the livestock the goblin's raised themselves. The cape was designed to protect the wearer from most long range attacks and in certain cases the fabric was flexible and durable enough to withstand a blade. Though the cape appeared to be relatively plain, Mefeero treasured it as if it were the Goblin King himself.
It would be one of the few things she would risk bringing with her, after all Mefeero could only bring the essentials, food, clothing and anything else she might need to survive until one day when her child would be able to come back to the goblin city. No one would know who they were and they would be able to avoid the accusing stare of the goblin people.
Rubbing a hand roughly across her eyes to stop the downpour of tears, Mefeero grabbed the cape off the hook and threw it around her shoulders.
"I thought I heard packing," came the rough whisper of the deceased king's brother from behind her. Mefeero dropped her satchel and stared in horror at the bent figure before her as he also blocked her exit.
"I was just going through his things," Mefeero bit her tongue painfully and took a step backwards like a caught thief.
"I know," muttered Gazlowe and he took a step towards Mefeero who could feel her hands grow sweaty.
'What is he doing here?' Mefeero questioned as Gazlowe shuffled and came to a rest five feet away from her, 'Does he suspect-'
"You're running away aren't you?" Gazlowe came to meet Mefeero's gaze as best he could from his hunched position but she could only manage to choke and back away from him again.
"I-I will have no problem running away from you Gazlowe, you are not King yet- I will not be banished, I will run before you have the chance." Mefeero blurted out, but Gazlowe still watched her with a very calm, very expressionless look.
"I have no intention of banishing you Mefeero, I just want to know who or what it is you are planning on running away from." Gazlowe reached out a hand towards Mefeero but she backed away, still suspecting an ulterior motive. "You don't-" Gazlowe started but Mefeero held one hand back and pulled it forward so that she struck him across the face.
She backed away again into the corner, surprised by her own action; however Gazlowe, though he was just as surprised by her reaction, just stood there, bent over awkwardly, as if he did not realize Mefeero had lashed out at him.
Korumn was always the attractive one of the two Goblin Princes, he was also the more energetic and when he was angry or happy it was very easy to tell since he was so hot-blooded and temperamental.
If Korumn was passionate, Gazlowe was conservative, if Korumn hated the sun people, Gazlowe would empathize with them and if Korumn was fiery, then Gazlowe was frosty. Whatever Korumn was, the only thing to describe his brother was the opposite. Though they were very much different people usually verging on opposite sides on all topics they were very good brothers and friends as well.
Gazlowe could not express it, but all he wanted, all he ever wanted was to prove to Mefeero that he would be there for her. Despite his cold stare and stolid appearance, all Gazlowe wished was to take care of the goblin that his brother loved and make her happy.
Mefeero on the other hand realized she had just slapped the future king and began to fall apart at her awful mistake; surely he would not let her leave now. She fell against the wall and slid down to the floor where she covered her eyes and began to cry out half-choked sobs.
Gazlowe dragged his slightly wounded pride to her side and though it was awkward and undeniably painful, crouched down so that he rested on his knee where Mefeero was huddled and still weeping.
Gazlowe slowly touched a hand to her shoulder and smiled gently.
Mefeero had pulled back her hand again and looked as if to strike him once more across the face. The area that had received her blow moments before was already turning a cherry red.
"Whatever you need Mefeero," Gazlowe murmured as he took her shaking hand in his and looked deeply into the golden pools that were her eyes, "I will be there for you because that is what you and your child deserve. My brother would never have wanted you to be banished."
Mefeero waited for a moment, for the world to crash upon her the way it had when Korumn had died only a week ago. But instead nothing happened, the cloak that still hung around her shoulders rustled and gave as she breathed, covering her like a warm shield as if some part of Korumn reached out with his arms to keep her and their child safe.
"I-" began Mefeero, staring at Gazlowe, though she was someplace else for a moment, someplace warm and blanketed with love. "I miss him so." Mefeero cried out and Gazlowe brought her head to rest on his shoulder though she did not refuse this time. "I can't let go, I-I can't, please, please don't go!"
Gazlowe watched her shudder as one arm wrapped around her back and the other, under her legs. Slowly the two rose, Gazlowe stood up, holding in his arms, Mefeero, who was crying softly. He wavered slightly, not use to the strain on his back, but nevertheless continued to hold Mefeero close to him and left the darkened room of the deceased king.
Though the future Queen of the goblin kingdom would never admit to it in the next twenty years, she had clung to his neck, burying her face in his chest and letting herself fall apart as Gazlowe carried her to her bed chamber. While the service to Korumn went undisturbed and the soft words of the Goblin people rose up through the rock, in Mefeero's bed chamber, Gazlowe waited with her in his arms until morning broke across the sky on the surface world.
Well this was extremely hard to write T_T ... even though I didn't get down half of the emotions I wanted to show in Mefeero. Anyway, for most of my chapters I name it after a specific song, one that I listen to while writing it and that's suppose to go with the mood.
This one is 'Please Don't Go' by Barcelona, it's really sad but very gentle, here's a taste of the lyrics:
Get these left handed lovers out of your way
they look hopeful but you... you should not stay
if you want me to break down and give you the keys
I can do that, but I can't let you leave
Please don't go
I want you so
I can't let go
for I lose control