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*EDIT* For the once who read the story at the exact day of uploading (07/22/24), I added another bit of story to this chapter the next day because I suddenly had inspiration. So if you suddenly feel like something is missing in the next chapter, this is why. Sorry for the confusion! I keep on thinking there aren't alot of people who read this story but then I checked the stats today and at least 15 people visited the story after I got active again! So cool! Thank you so much everyone!
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Chapter 15
The sun shone through the branches of the thick forest of Arcadia oaks. Birds chirped happily as they navigated between the auburn colored leafs, remaining only a few weeks before they would journey towards the south, the area becoming colder with each week.
With an annoyed grunt, Draal the deadly ran through the forest, his sword secured on his back. As the days grew colder, he started wearing a red hoodie underneath his denim jacket matching his denim jeans, wearing a gray beanie over his head, a few strands of blue hair sticking out from underneath. His expression was sour as he breathed loudly, navigating through the many trees after a small, blue creature.
' Come here you little rat!' the guard growled, jumping over a few elevated roots before landing heavily on the ground and continuing his chase.
The blue goblin let out a stressed gurgle, running for it's life. It was well aware that the big fleshbag chasing it wasn't going to give it a simple cuddle, the goblin increasing it's speed on it's long little legs.
Draal had his focus dead set on the creature, grunting in an annoyance as he also increased his speed.
It had been a week since the return of Bular and as expected, Draal did not take the news very well. Hearing that his fathers murderer had risen back up from the dead and now freely roamed around was like a nightmare coming true. The guard had wasted no time, immediately going into search for the bastard, ready to tear him limb from limb. He had searched tirelessly, unable to sleep that much, seeing the infuriating ugly smug face of Bular in front of him the moment he closed his eyes. The guard had no clue how Bular looked like in human form, but he put his bets on 'punchable'.When the sun barely started it's journey towards the sky, the guard would already be out of bed and scout the streets and forests. Unfortunately he had found no clue as of yet to where the bullish man had gone, only meeting dead ends.
That was, until he spotted a lone goblin roaming around in the forest, trying to eat a piece of plastic garbage that laid around. Knowing that Gunmar and Bular used to work with some goblin tribes, Draal hoped that if he caught it, he could find out some clues of Bular's location. The guard immediately started the chase, running after the goblin as soon as it spotted the big man.
That had been an hour ago, Draal's luck still running out as he chased the creature. Sweat started to appear on the bigger man's forehead, his stamina taking a toll after running for a such a long time. He should focus more on stamina training instead of strength, he frustratingly noted.
Both the goblin and Draal reached the top of the hill, the angle turned downwards, making them both increase their speed as gravity assisted their game of cat and mouse. Draal had to slow himself down to refrain himself from falling over. The goblin noticed when it turned his gaze, running even quicker then it did before.
With a cheeky gurgle it noticed that Draal was falling behind, turning it's gaze back again, sprinting straight ahead. It's smile faded immediately when it's little legs ran right off a cliff, the dirt ground disappearing from it's feet. It's eyes almost balled out of it's sockets when it saw the depths, the ground a good deadly distance away. With a high pitched screech, it tumbled down, disappearing from sight.
Seeing the goblin disappear, the guard's eyes widened as well, only now realizing that he was heading towards a cliff. Putting his heels into the dirt, he tried to break his speed, but the ground was to steep.
' Crap, crap, crap!' the guard swore in panic, swaying his arms as he did his best to stop his speed, grabbing the nearest branch he could find. Unfortunately they were too thin, breaking of the moment the big man put pressure on it. He let himself fall on his back, hoping to break his fall, but it did not work. Gawking at the edge of the cliff coming closer, he tried his very best to stop, but whatever he did, he couldn't stop himself.
A sudden hand grabbed his collar, pulling him back on his denim jacket the moment Draal feet reached the edge of the cliff. Getting pulled into a stop, a few pieces of dirt rolling off and falling into the abyss, the guard immediately rolled to the right, grabbing the nearest tree he could find, holding it close as he could see over the edge, the goblin still falling towards it's unfortunate death.
Catching up on his breath, he looked behind him, seeing Angor lying on his back, one of his arms wrapped around another tree, glaring at bigger man, his chest heavily heaving up and down from chasing the guard for a good hour. It seemed the assassin had decided to slide down the last few feet to be able to reach Draal on time.
' That goblin is not worth your life, idiot.' the assassin grunted between breaths, before pulling himself up into a sitting position, wiping off some auburn colored leaves from his black bomber jacket, revealing a white tank shirt underneath along with black sweatpants.
The guard sat up as well, looking back towards the cliff. The goblin had disappeared out of sight, probably now smashed on the ground. Well. There went his only lead towards Bular.
' Damn it…' the guard growled, clenching his hands around the tree until his knuckles turned white. ' DAMN IT!'
With an angry growl, the guard pulled himself up before making his way up the hill again, using the trees he passed to keep his balance.
The assassin loudly sighed, standing up as well, following the guard suit. ' Draal, you have been going on like this for days. We need to think of another way.'
' I am not going to stop until I find that bastard!' Draal grunted, glaring behind his back before continuing climbing upwards.
' I am not saying you have to stop. I am saying that mindlessly searching around Arcadia is not working!' the assassin shot back, increasing his speed to catch up with the bigger man.
The guard ignored him, stubbornly moving forward until he reached the top of the hill again. The assassin could object all he wanted, Draal was going to keep on chasing Bular until the end of the world if he needed to. He had to. He had to think of the memory of his father.
' Draal!' the assassin kept pushing, grabbing the bigger man's denim sleeve, pulling on his arm to force him to turn around.
With and angry growl, the guard turned around, not able to hide his anger as he towered over the prisoner, showing his teeth as he furiously glared down at him. ' Do not interfere, Angor.'
Angor growled right back, showing no sign of fear as he scowled deeply, crossing his arms as he looked up in defiance. ' Fine. Guess I will let you fall off the cliff next time. See if I care.'
Draal's scowl deepened as well, his anger only rising when he looked down at the stubborn man. ' If you want to help me, use those 'hunting skills' of yours and FIND BULAR!'
When the guard started roaring in his face, the assassin started to lose the little patience he had left, taking a step closer as he growled loudly back. ' I am trying but you will not fucking listen to me! Bular covered his tracks-'
' Then what do you want me to do?!' Draal loudly roared, balling his fists, his anger of the last week bursting as he turned red, throwing all of it against Angor.
' I just told you!' Angor growled, not holding back, unfolding his arms as he pointed both of his hands towards the bigger man's chest. ' You are just proofing my point, jack ass!'
' Do not call me jack ass, bastard!' Draal yelled, flaying his arms around in anger.
' I do not care, moron!' Angor threw back. ' Now let's head back and try to create that bloody soul portal! If we find Morgana, we can find Bular.'
' You don't care one bit about what I want! All you care about is finding Morgana!' Draal objected, turning around as he started to walk away again.
Angor's narrowed his eyes, feeling himself grow more and more furious with the bigger man. Draal had been acting agitated the last few days but this behavior was getting on his nerves. Not having the choice of staying behind, the assassin angrily stomped after the guard. ' You have been dragging me around Arcadia for a whole damned week and this is what you say to me?!'
Draal kept walking forward, balling his fists as he stalked through the woods, a few birds fleeing from the scene when they saw the angry man approaching. ' Yes. Now get moving.'
The assassin's eye started to twitch, deciding that this was the last straw, abruptly stopping in his tracks, glaring daggers at the back of the guard. ' No.'
Draal heard the assassin stop walking, stopping as well as he turned around, scowling deeply. ' Angor. Walk.' he ordered with a low, warning grunt, pointing his hand into the direction he wanted to go.
The assassin shook his head, crossing his arms as he stayed right where he was. Draal could see he was dead serious about this, visibly trying to keep his anger under control, even though his patience had run out a while ago. The man needed Draal to truly understand what he was about to say.
' I am not a dog, guard.'
This statement made Draal stop his former trail of thought, dropping his arms as he felt his mouth zip shut, staring at the assassin. He made the assassin feel like a dog?
You are a dog and this is your leash.
Gunmar had called Draal that exact thing when the guard had awakened from the warlords enslavement. Discovering he had been a mindless puppet in the warlords hands, only finding back his freedom after the three of them had entered the cleansing waterfall of Merlin, getting rid of all enchantments of those who stepped through. Gunmar tried to take it away again, intending on ending the guard's very life, but Angor had stopped him. Convinced the warlord to use Draal as bait instead of killing him. It had surprised the guard back then. Back then it had been an odd sight to see Angor act like he cared about anything but himself at all, but now it almost seemed natural to Draal.
Angor was trying to help him.
Staring at the assassin with wide eyes, he felt a light suddenly turn on in his head, getting painfully reminded of what he was doing this entire week. He was so intensely focused on finding Bular and avenging his father that he forgot the situation he and Angor were in. The bigger man had mindlessly dragged the assassin with him, not even listening to the objections that started to increase as the days went by. Draal had felt that he had to keep going and succeed his mission to make his father proud, but now that he thought of it, the way he was handling things right now was rather useless.
His anger slowly started to fade, a sense of guilt filling his chest as Draal stared at the assassin. Damn it, Angor was right. Draal had been a jackass...
' I'm sorry…' Draal sighed, taking a step towards the assassin, uncomfortably rubbing a hand behind his neck. ' It was not my intention to force you to come with me. I just… damn it...'
He frustratingly realized that his anger he held onto this week had gone, but it left him with the bloody reason he got angry at the first place. A heavy sunken feeling grabbed his chest, suddenly having a hard time swallowing as flashes of his father appeared in front of his eyes. Smiling proudly down at him. Petting his head. Learning him to use a sword... Putting his hands on his sides, the guard uncomfortably looked into the distance, trying to keep the damn feeling from rising towards his eyes, feeling it painfully sting as he tried his best to continue.
Angor looked up from the ground, still cautious at what the guard was doing. He did notice that the guard's expression had changed, seeing the bigger man clenching his jaw, his amber eyes strangely misty, looking extremely uncomfortable.
' It has only been a year since Bular killed my father.' Draal started, a slight tremble in his voice as he kept his eyes away from the assassin. ' I know a lot has happened since then but it doesn't change the fact that it happened. I still have a hard time believing he is actually gone...'
Angor's tensed up shoulders started to lower a bit, his eyes widening as he stared at the guard. Draal shifted his weight from one leg to another, sniffing a bit as he continued, looking a bit ashamed as he did so. ' And now the reason he died is walking on this very earth. Again. After I thought I had avenged my father.'
' I didn't mean for you to get dragged into this. I…' Draal continued, his voice breaking, lifting up and wiping away a single tear escaping the corner of his eye with the palm of his hand. ' I really need to find him, Angor.'
The assassin could only stare at the bigger man with wide eyes, nailed to the ground. Not a second ago he was almost sure that Draal did betray him, but miraculously the guard had managed to turn it around again. Maybe the assassin had been to quick assume the worst of the guard. He expected to have learned by now that Draal meant no harm, but it seemed somewhere he still would put his guard up again when he suspected something to be off.
Hearing Draal's true intentions should've made the assassin feel a bit calmer, but the moment he noticed that the guard started crying, his whole body went rigid again, the gnarling feeling of not wanting to see Draal this hurt coming to the surface. Shit. The last time Draal got hurt because of him, the assassin only made it worse. Told the guard to simply stop caring, but Angor had learned by now that did not work. How the hell was he supposed to stop the bigger man from bawling?
The assassin could somewhere understand that the murder of a family member could get one furious or hurt. He had met plenty of family of trollhunters he had killed who tried to seek revenge on him. They never survived to succeed though.
Angor knew he had experienced loss too, but it was too long ago and no way in hell he was going to conjure up that memories. He couldn't even remember their names of faces, so what was the use really. Useless information, as always.
Still, he didn't want Draal to experience this. Unfolding his arms, Angor pressed his lips into a thin line, blinking a couple of times as he looked away from Draal only to look back again. The guard looked down towards the ground, quickly wiping away any tear that tried to escape from his eyes, too stubborn to actually let them fall.
Damn it, he was feeling bad for the guy, Angor grudgingly realized.
An idea came to Angor's mind. One he quickly wanted to disregard, but once it was there, something inside told him it kind made sense to do so. It seemed to give better results. It was only… something he would normally not do. But he found himself doing a lot of things he wasn't supposed to when it came to Draal. What was one more stupid action?
Taking in a deep breath, the assassin shoved asides his doubts, marching forward. Draal looked up in surprise, wondering what the assassin was doing. Angor refused to look him in the eyes as he reached the guard, wrapping his arms around the bigger man's waist, pressing himself against his chest. Pressing the side of his cheek against Draal as well, he scowled a bit, his eyes cast down, too stubborn to look up.
Draal's eyes widened, looking down at the assassin embracing him, too stunned to speak. Feeling the assassin's warmth against his chest, arms wrapped around him, his face hidden behind a mess of white hair. Draal's mind stayed silent for a second, baffled by Angor's action. This was the first time that assassin actually approached him, Draal realized, blinking as he looked down at the man.
The assassin stayed silent, feeling like it was better to not say anything all. Whatever he would say it would probably make it worse anyway. Now that he stood there, arms wrapped around the bigger man, throwing his pride away like some idiot, he didn't quite know how to continue. It sounded like a good idea in the beginning, but now that he had succeeded, he had no clue how long he had to stand like this. A minute? Two?
Draal did not seem to hesitate as two large arms wrapped themselves around Angor. The assassin felt himself getting pressed against the bigger man, hearing Draal let out a deep sigh, burying his face in the assassin's hair. Warmth seeped through the assassin, his eyes widening a bit when he felt Draal accept him. Feeling Draal around him made him forget about time, suddenly more focused on the warm touch, hearing the bigger man's heart beat in his chest, an earthy scent swirling around him. The assassin's intention was to calm the guard down, but it started to effect him as well. It made his mind silent, something he longed for since… he didn't even remember. He didn't even think about what could wrong. He just… was for a second. The scowl faded, the assassin letting out his breath as well, moving his cheek a bit to make himself more comfortable. With a quiet mind, he closed his eyes, staying put.
Draal sniffled once, but his tears had stopped. His eyes remained sorrowful as he held the assassin in his arms. Leaning his cheek against the side of the assassin's head, the guard saw the last flashes of his father fade, making place for the sunlit forest in front of him. The soft breeze of the afternoon blew through the trees, leafs rustling, making the rain of sunshine dance on the forest grounds.
The highest waves of sorrow calmed down a bit, the guard breathing becoming slower. It felt better, staying like this with Angor. It had felt like he had somewhere lost his mind a bit this last few days, blinded by the anger he held for Bular. So much so, he forgot what was right in front of him. Who had been with him this entire week.
' Sorry.' Draal murmured, tightening his embrace, glad he wasn't alone.
Angor opened his eyes a bit, distracted by the scent that danced around him. He kept silent, not wanting to get into it any further. For the moment he just wanted this and not the other bullshit they had to deal with.
' Hey.' the guard softly said, lifting his head of the assassin's head, looking down at the white mess of hair.
The assassin sighed a little bit, his hands holding tight on the denim jacket, not wanting the face the guard. When he did it was going to end, wasn't it?
Reluctantly, the assassin lifted his head, leaning his chin against the bigger man's chest. Scowling a bit, he looked up. ' What?'
Draal wanted to offer them to go home, but his mind decided to abruptly leave the scene when Angor looked up, his heart leaping in his chest when he saw two, bright shining golden eyes look back at him. They had never been this bright before. It looked like two little suns stared back at him, brighter then any other light that danced on the forest grounds. The guard could only blink, the two suns pulling him in again. Damn, it was hypnotizing. It made him draw closer, mesmerized by the sight.
Without a single thought, his body started to move, a sudden urge taking him over as the guard slowly let go of the embrace, placing his hands on the man's shoulders. Before he even knew it, he leaned forward, closing his eyes as he pressed his lips against the assassin's.
Time stopped. No sound reached the guard, a complete silence coming over him as he felt the softness of the man in front of him. His heart leaped when they touched, like it had been something he wanted to do for a long time but never realized he did so. It felt great. Amazing even! It-
Angor tensed up, his eyes widening, forgetting to breath for a moment when he felt Draal's lips on his. The haze he was in immediately stopped, clarity suddenly kicking him hard in the face. He quickly let go of Draal's jacket, pulling away from the guard's lips, taking a step back.
Draal opened his eyes, quickly pulling back when he noticed Angor back off. The assassin looked at him with big, confused eyes.
' What was that?' Angor bluntly asked, too confused to know how to react on what just happened, his shoulders tensed up, his eyes telling Athe guard that he was not amused by what Draal did.
It felt like a train run right through Draal, standing frozen on the spot as his eyes opened wide, staring at the man his just kissed. You have got to be kidding me, Draal thought as all he could to do was gawk at the man.
' I… I uhm…' Draal started, finding it hard to find the words. It suddenly felt like the summer heat had returned in autumn, the guard uncomfortably crossing his arms. Did he literally just kiss Angor? What the hell was he thinking.
Angor stood in silence, glaring at the guard, not able to hide his walls as hurt was written all in his eyes. The light had gone out as quickly as they had come, two dim, distrustful eyes staring at the guard, making Draal only feel worse. Angor could easily get angry but drop his walls and actually look hurt? That was rare. And Draal had done it this time. The bigger man still stood nailed to the ground in complete and utter loss on what to do. How was he going to fix this? He didn't mean to hurt the assassin. He didn't even know why he did it. His rational thinking just left the building.
As the silence continued, announcing that Draal wasn't going to explain himself, the assassin eventually cast his eyes down to the ground, clenching his jaw as he took a deep breath. Draal had expected the assassin to start a fight or roar back at him, but instead, Angor remained silent. The guard could almost visibly feel the wall build itself up again, the gates closing and the lights fading. Looking up again, Angor only focused his gaze forward, not looking the bigger man in the eye, his expression completely blank. He started to walk forward, passing by Draal as he made his way through the autumn forest.
' I am heading back.' he simply announced.
Draal quickly turned around, panic filling his eyes as he gawked at the assassin leaving. He knew that if he still kept himself nailed to the dirt ground, Angor eventually would not be able to continue his journey and Draal could already predict that after what just happened, there would be hell to pay if he stood in the man's way.
Yanking himself lose from his mental prison, he started to walk forward, increasing his pace to catch up with the assassin, trying to ignore the icy cold hand that slowly started to wrap it's claws around his heart.
A metal door stood silent and strong, a faint glow cast over it, almost whispering into the night, telling that the person staring at it would never be allowed to leave. Gunmar angrily glared at the only way towards his freedom, sitting behind the kitchen counter in the dark, not bothered by the darkness he was in. The streetlights from outside shone through the windows, almost taunting him with all the possibilities that were out there.
Days had turned into weeks. Weeks had turns into months. It all blended together as nothing changed inside of the silent prison house since the day Angor Rot had left. Dust had collected itself on the floor, the only change the tracks of wiped away dust when the door got opened, Aaargh or Nomura placing a plastic bag of supplies on the floor and kicking towards the prisoner so it would slide into Gunmar's reach as he was once again chained by the silver enchanted chains.
Gunmar had given up on taking care of his body. Only doing the bare minimum like eating and drinking water to keep the body alive. His raven black hair had grown longer and a beard had grown on his face. He couldn't remember the last time he changed his clothes. It didn't matter. He felt nothing for it. There were more important matter to attend to.
This had been his routine since the failed escape plan. Sit. Wait. Stare at the door.
It had been foolish of him to trust the Pale lady. Their former endeavors had tricked him into thinking that she would find a way for him to escape, but at lass, in the end, he got left behind. It had infuriated him to say the least, destroying his beloved comfortable chair in the backroom in the process. It had taken several days for him to start thinking clearly again, to taken aback by the fact that someone dared to betray him. Now he had to find another way out of the prison house.
Gunmar had sat there for an endless time, waiting for anyone to enter. It wasn't that he was lonely. He was not capable nor did he care for such a thing as company, but what he did want was information. One hint. One tiny little detail. Something that would help him get out of this damned house. There must be. He was not going to waste away in this fleshbag body.
Once again, what felt like the thousand time that he did, he taped his finger on the kitchen counter, feeling the same fury again when he thought about the situation he was in. Because of whom.
How dare that witch think that Angor rot was more valuable then he was. He was stronger. Bigger. More resilient. They had planned to create the eternal night together. Whatever power that dog possessed, it was nothing compared to what Gunmar had to offer. Bloody woman. Once he got out of here, she was going to pay for what she had done…
The former warlord stopped neurotically tapping his finger on the counter when he heard a small little gurgle come from the backroom. He immediately turned around, narrowing his eye as he glared towards the entrance of the dark room next to the kitchen. That sound was new. He'd know, he had sat here in silence for quite a while. The guards did not gurgle and the house did not creak the way this 'thing' did.
Gunmar slid of the chair, marching without hesitation into the darkness of the backroom, dragging the silver chain with him. He had no need for stealth. Besides the trollhunter there was no one who could challenge him and that hybrid child apparently had something called 'manners', only entering through the main entrance in the rare times that he visited.
The last time that wretched child had visited him was the day after the dog had left, trying to force information out of the warlord about Morgana and Angor. Gunmar had no intentions on sharing that information. It could always come in handy, bribe the Pale lady or be a few steps ahead of the trollhunters. What he did do was make an offer: the information for his freedom, but as expected, that was no option.
It had surprised the warlord that the trollhunter had been more violent with him then he had before. He had furiously burst into the house, immediately punching the prisoner in the face before summoning daylight and holding it against Gunmar's throat, threatening him to spill the truth. By the gods, it had been hilarious to see this change in the boy. For a second, he saw murder in the child's eyes. Guess Gunmar had truly angered the trollhunter this time. He had hoped that the boy would jump further down from his 'hero pedestal', but unfortunately, that was all the violence he received. No torture. What a pathetic way to try to get information out of someone.
Still, he did end up with a broken nose, that had not healed quite that nicely. The bone structure felt different now when the warlord traced his fingers over it. It still worked, so Gunmar had no care for it. Once he would turn back into his troll form, it would fade anyway.
Gunmar entered the backroom, inspecting the shadows of the room. It was hard to see in the darkness, but the warlord spotted a small silhouette crawling around in the corner. It seemed to hide behind the remains of the broken chair, but it once again let out a gurgle. The warlord stepped forward, kicked aside the piece of broken furniture. The creature shrieked when a huge hand roughly grabbed his throat, pulling him up.
Gunmar walked towards the small window of the backroom, holding the creature up in the weak light from the street. It seemed a blue globin had sneaked into the prison house, it's tongue sticking out, it's little claws trying to pull itself free from the warlords grasp. It gurgled and choked, it's little legs wiggling.
' What do we have here.' Gunmar lowly mused, mindfully keeping his voice down, not wanting Nomura, who guarded on the porch, to notice him. Pulling the goblin closer, the warlord inspected the creature. It seemed to be somewhat damaged. It was scratched, it's ear chipped and a few teeth had been broken off, like it had tumbled down some large ravine. It had made a journey, that was for sure.
It was strange that a goblin decided to enter the prison house. It wasn't from the white goblin tribes that worked for him in the Darklands, it's skin blue. It's eyes also missed the same intelligence. Why else would it randomly come into reach of no other Gunmar himself.
' Any reason you decided to come entertain me?' the warlord grunted, raising a brow as he stared at the creature.
The goblin stared back with bulged eyes, quickly letting one claw go of the warlords fist, lowering his arm to pull out a small piece of rolled up paper that was tied to his middle. With a shaking claw, it presented it to Gunmar.
The prisoner immediately yanked the piece of paper out of it's little claw, letting go of the hold on it's throat. The goblin fell down with a small shriek, quickly scrambling away from the warlord, hiding behind a piece of broken wood that used to be part of a diner table. It's frightened yellow eyes warily kept the prisoner in sight as it peeked from behind it's hiding spot.
Gunmar impatiently rolled open the piece of paper, eager to read the content. Was this finally the clue he needed to get the hell out of here?
For a few seconds he stared at the trollish writing on the piece of paper, his eyes widening with each word that he read. Slowly, a wicked grin started to appear on his face, showing his teeth. It seemed his demand finally would be answered. And by a very special person. Someone he held great pride in. Raised and taught the ways of war. His successor. His blood. Someone Gunmar thought had perished by the hand of the trollhunter.
The former warlord felt a new wave of motivation wash over him, turning the piece of paper around. He needed to send a message back, but he had nothing to write with. Lifting up his free hand, he bit into his thumb, his teeth breaking his skin. Ignoring the sting, he lowered his hand, seeing drops of blood appear on the surface. Pressing his thumb against the paper he wrote a thick and sloppy ' Proceed.' in trollish. It was barely readable, but he would have to deal with it. Gunmar was a ruler not a poet.
Rolling the piece of paper up, he walked towards the broken diner table, shoving it aside. Ignoring the objections of the goblin, Gunmar grabbed it by it's leg, the creature dangling upside down. The warlord lifted it until it the goblin was on eye level with him, dangerously glaring at it with his eye.
' Take this to my son.' Bular ordered with a low growl, presenting the rolled up, bloodied piece of paper. ' Let no one see you. Be quick if you cherish your little life.'
The goblin gulped before quickly nodding it's head, grabbing the bloodied paper. Gunmar grunted in satisfaction, dropping the goblin, it's little body smacking on the wooden floor once again.
Gunmar watched the creature crawl away into a corner again. Normally the warlord would immediately turn around and pay no more mind to such a low life existence, but he was curious how the goblin had managed to enter the house unnoticed. Seeing the goblin curl it's little claw around the edge of a loose wooden floor plank, it pulled it up. It was just big enough for the small creature to slither through and disappear out of sight, leaving the former warlord alone in his prison one again.
' Interesting.' Gunmar mused. He resisted the urge to yank all the planks of the floor in a hope for an escape. Even if there was a hole big enough for his giant body to push through, Merlin's blood magic was going to keep him put anyway. The good thing was that the goblin could get through. It meant Gunmar had contact with the outer world. There was hope.
Chuckling softly, Gunmar turned around to head back to his trusted throne behind the kitchen counter, his mood suddenly a lot better after receiving the message. This was good. Finally, after waiting for weeks, things were looking up.
Bular had returned and was going to get him out of here. It was about damn time...
Dramaaaaaaaaaa. What will happen next?
A shorter chapter this time. I have been writing forever but it is quite a challenge to write something that feels right to put in the story. I need the built up to work and adding more to this chapter didn't feel right. I know I said I would stop the perfectionism but it sneakily crawled back again. Still, I am not going to give up yet! There is a slow cooker that needs to be a fine meal and I want it to taste good damn it! I hope you don't mind me spicing things up a bit, but I feel like writing more romance before I start writing towards the ending. Why? Because I can. hehehehehe.
Until next time! Back to the writing board. *sigh*