Chapter 7: A Wish to Live

Chapter 7: A Wish to Live

Stryg spotted the shaman lying on the floor a few dozen feet away.

Stryg ran towards him, Over here! On the ground.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

Cruvor, can you stand? We need your fire magic to get us out of here, Second Mother said.

Cruvor coughed up blood as he tried to speak. He took a shaky breath, It wasnt supposed to be like this.

What are you saying? We knew this journey would be dangerous, but we succeeded anyway. The monster is dead. Second Mother assured him, she reached down trying to find his shoulder, Now get up.

Cruvor tried to laugh but ended up coughing more, It was supposed to be easy. They said itd be easy. Go in, grab the treasure and get out... I was going to be the strongest.

Who said that? Second Mother questioned.

Cruvor was glad they couldnt see each other. He didnt want anyone to see his shame. I heard a pair of goblins from a nearby tribe talking about a secret treasure they had found in a cave. A treasure that would make any who had it the most powerful in all the Ebon Realm. He blinked away the tears forming in his eyes, his ribs shouted in pain every time he spoke.

What are you saying? Second Mother asked, she had a bad feeling about this.

They said it was being guarded by a monster during the day. I attacked them while they were off guard. I killed one and made the other tell me where the cave was, before killing him too. My plan was to get the treasure at night and get out. It was so easy.

But, what about mother moon? Second Mothers eyes opened in dawning realization, You lied.

Cruvor coughed, I needed help getting to the cave. It was the only way to convince you all to come with me, without getting the chief involved.

No, thats impossible! Stryg shouted. You said the moon chose you. That, this was a sacred quest. That That she chose me.

Cruvor turned towards the voice and spat, Of course she didnt choose you. Are you an idiot? I just said you were chosen to get First Mothers suspicions off my back. Why would Lunae choose a failure of a goblin like you.

He ran into the woods. He wasnt sure which way he had come, but as he heard the lamias cry in the distance, he didnt care much at the moment. He just needed to get as far away as possible. Sounds of fauna rang through the trees. He hoped the screams of the lamia would scare off any nearby predators. Stryg kept running, dodging bushes, and jumping past any debris. He couldnt hear the lamia anymore, but that didnt mean it wasnt very far behind either.

A bola slammed into his legs, wrapping itself over them. Stryg crashed to the floor, his skull banged into a tree trunk. He raised his head in a daze.

Well, what do we have here? A masked man covered in an assortment of colored blotches walked up to him. Camouflage, a small part of Strygs mind noted.

The man crouched, Youre a goblin right? Never seen a blue one before, or is that cyan? I cant really tell in this moonlight.

Stryg tried to say kill yourself, but it came out as a painful mumble.

Cant talk huh? Figures. Cant expect much from you savage types. I didnt even know there were any sylvan tribes near here. I was really only hoping to catch one of the smaller critters on this trip, but today must be my lucky day. Finding a goblin out here by itself is rare. An odd one like you, especially so. Youll fetch a nice price.

The poacher dragged Stryg by the feet. Stryg wanted to fight back, but he was too hurt and tired. He couldnt even raise his arms. His injured back flared in pain as it scraped across all the small rocks and twigs that were sprawled over the forests floor. After a few minutes they stopped. Strygs fading mind thanked Lunae that the pain was over, his mind hadnt been able to focus on much more. His glassy eyes couldnt make up what he saw next. The creature was enormous.

The poacher stood in front of a centaur. The lower half was coated in grey shaggy hair. His upper half was bare-chested, except for two straps on his shoulders that were connected to a pair of reins. He was covered in old scars. The centaur was gaunt, both his upper and lower rib cages were visible underneath the skin and grey hair, respectively. His hair was unkempt as was his unruly beard. A metal collar wrapped around his neck. His sunken leaf green eyes stared dimly into nothingness. A saddle and an assortment of packs covered his lower back. The poacher rummaged through one of the packs and pulled out an apple. He held the fruit up to the centaur who slowly lowered his head and bit into the fruit.

Good boy, you waited for me, The poacher patted the centaurs side.

What the fuck am I seeing, Stryg squinted. He had never seen a centaur before.

The poacher turned to him, Centaurs old, but he gets the job done. Hes carried me over the entire Realm for the past twenty years. Old reliable.

The centaur grunted in approval. The poacher grabbed some rope from another pouch, Vulture Woods can be quite dangerous, so lets get out of here quickly, yeah?

He began tying Stryg up. The goblin tried struggling. Yet, the burst of energy he had when running was nowhere to be found. The poacher hauled Stryg up behind the centaurs saddle, then sat on the saddle himself.

I suggest you dont move too much back there. Youll fall off, The poacher warned as he grabbed the centaurs reins.

But, Stryg wasnt listening, he was too exhausted to think. He fell asleep without a second thought.