Warning: Mild graphic content
“Who would do that?”, Tyler asked incredulously after Caleb told him what he and Abe had seen.
“Who would do that?”, Tyler asked incredulously after Caleb told him what he and Abe had seen.
The corpse lay on the garage floor, next to the car. It’s chest had been ripped open.
Caleb ran to the house, looking for something he could use to get the corpse outside. He grabbed a garden trowel from a tool rack hanging on the wall, in case there were Goblins in the house.
A few minutes later, the door of the house burst open. Caleb ran out, his trowel dripping blue. He was followed by a Goblin giving chase, clubs in their hands.
A few minutes later, the door of the house burst open. Caleb ran out, his trowel dripping blue. He was followed by a Goblin giving chase, clubs in their hands.
“Sorry!”, he shouted to Abe and Tyler as the Goblin swung at him, burying its club in the garage wall.
Outside, a strange, wooden cart the size of a minivan came to a stop outside the house. A small area atop the cart was just big enough for, and was occupied by, two Goblins, bows at the ready.
Outside, a strange, wooden cart the size of a minivan came to a stop outside the house. A small area atop the cart was just big enough for, and was occupied by, two Goblins, bows at the ready.
An arrow whizzed past Abe, striking the license plate. He jumped away, running to the garage door buttons. He pushed the one marked with a red arrow pointing down. It slowly slid shut, as the Goblins in the cart fired arrow after arrow at Tyler and Caleb, pinned against the car by the Goblin from the house.
“Caleb!”, Abe shouted to him. “Goblins have a weak spot in the-”
“Stop telling us what to do!”, Caleb yelled as he kicked down the Goblin. He grabbed its club, and swung. To his surprise, the club was quite heavy. As he swung it, it flew out of his hands and skittered across the ground, out of his reach.
“Stop telling us what to do!”, Caleb yelled as he kicked down the Goblin. He grabbed its club, and swung. To his surprise, the club was quite heavy. As he swung it, it flew out of his hands and skittered across the ground, out of his reach.
The Goblin walked towards Caleb and Tyler. Abe ran to their aid. Suddenly, pain shot through his leg.
Abe screamed, looking around for the assailant. It was one of the Goblins from the cart, standing in the open door, holding him at bowpoint.
The bow-wielding Goblin slowly entered the garage, keeping its bow trained on Abe. It was followed by the second archer, who pointed its bow at Caleb and Tyler.
“Taqua ral hek rycelikar”, the club-wielding Goblin told the archer guarding Tyler and Caleb. “Yokrah hek mytoriak”, he added
Several minutes later, the archer returned. Behind him was another Goblin.
The new arrival was bedecked in armor made of an unidentifiable metal. In its left hand, it held a broadsword, made from the same metal as the armor. On the Goblin’s back, a hilt indicated another sword strapped to the back. It wore a satchel that seemed to be made of the same material as the Goblins tunics.
It must be one of the leaders, Abe thought as the armored Goblin shouted orders to the other three.
The two archers motioned to Abe, Caleb, and Tyler, gesturing towards the wall. On the wall was a broken window with a pile of broken glass on the floor below it, and a shelf overflowing with flower pots and still more gardening tools. It rested on two tired-looking, rusty metal supports.
As the leader looked on, the club-wielding Goblin and one of the archers moved Abe, Caleb, and Tyler into position. Abe couldn’t help but notice that they were right beneath the shelf.
As the leader looked on, the club-wielding Goblin and one of the archers moved Abe, Caleb, and Tyler into position. Abe couldn’t help but notice that they were right beneath the shelf.
The leader rummaged around in its satchel, and produced a rolled-up piece of parchment. Excitement crossed the leaders eyes, as if it had been preparing for this moment all their life.
“Alyek hek rysar bek Kuromao. . .”, the leader read in a lofty, dignified tone. Underneath its armor, Tyler thought he saw its chest swelling, as if every word the Goblin read caused its ego to grow. The archer aiming at the boys rolled its eyes.
“Guys! Let’s escape while they’re distracted”, Tyler hissed to Abe and Caleb.
“Shhh! They’ll hear!”, Abe hissed back, pointing to the Goblins.
“They don’t understand English!”, Caleb whispered to Tyler.
Abe darted to the door, and out of the garage. . .
. . .in his mind. What actually happened is best explained in a step-by-step list.
- As he starts to run, he notices an empty can of Plateau Dew™®© brand soda lying on the ground, which he. . .
- . . .trips on, landing face-first in the pile of broken glass. This catches the attention
- of. . .
- . . .the Goblin archers, who. . .
- . . .fire their bows and. . .
- . . .miss Abe. . .
- . . .instead hitting. . .
- . . .one of the shelf supports, which. . .
- . . .falls onto the floor, causing the shelf to. . .
- . . .give way, showering Abe with broken flower pots.
Abe lay on the ground, writhing in pain. He heard footsteps coming towards him. It was probably the Goblins, coming to finish him off.
“Hello, Abe”, said a crisp, female voice.
“Hello, Abe”, said a crisp, female voice.
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