Skeleton with a Heart by Michael Chatfield

Author:Michael Chatfield [Chatfield, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Michael Chatfield
Published: 2019-06-17T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter: To the Deepwood

Anthony moved through the shadows, literally walking out of one.

He checked that the coast was clear and he tapped his armor, checking it was all in place.

The shadow moved, creating a face that would give someone a lifetime of nightmare fuel.

“What are you laughing for? I might have lost most of my memories but I know all about you and your pranks! I was trying to look badass in front of my troops and you took my pants! Perverted shadow!”

Solomon’s face distorted more as it looked as though he was there to suck souls and party with corpses. He turned into smoke and flew into Anthony’s armor.

“Ugh, that was a lot of power. I guess just waking up, you guys haven’t been able to get much Mana recently.” Anthony sounded apologetic as he tapped his arm, as if petting a puppy.

“One more thing and then get a bit of sleep.” Anthony cleared his nonexistent throat—must have been magic. He headed toward a familiar hut, the hut of the goblin alchemist and her tribe.

He walked up to the door and knocked on it.

A leery goblin looked up at him. His snarl turned into an excited expression as he jumped up and started to unlock the door.

“It’s good to see you, too. Is the head alchemist in? I need to talk to her about something,” Anthony said in Gob.

The goblin turned and yelled, screeching down the corridor. A tired-looking goblin yelled back as they were half yawning and wiping away the drool and snot left from their nap.

“Head boomer, metal tree-man here!”

“I go! I go! Wasted nap time!”

The goblin seemed annoyed at their lost sleep but turned and power-waddled into the main area.

The goblins heard about their new guest and started looking out of their rooms.

The guard was practically skipping down the hall at being so important.

Anthony was greeted by a hobgoblin, who was spanking an errant goblin.

“No more pranking your sisters!” the hobgoblin said.

They squealed in indignation, tears in their little eyes as the hobgoblin put them down.

“We are tribe, work together. Small pranks are okay, not big pranks that hurt and make people angry. Say sorrys!” the hobgoblin said.

The goblin looked at the two other goblins and lowered their head, saying sorry. The two sister goblins looked at each other before they went over to their brother goblin and hugged him, chastising him and pulling his ear, but clearly making amends for everything that had happened, softening the blow on the little goblin.

“Metal tree-man! Hob Grur!” a goblin said.

The hobgoblin stood up, seeing Anthony there, looking embarrassed.

“We’re all of the same tribe,” Anthony said.

The hobgoblin stopped and then grunted and nodded. It was normal for the hobgoblins to punish and look after the little goblins. But with humans and gnomes, they didn’t do that in public; it was seen as embarrassing and forced their rules on the hobgoblins.

The head alchemist appeared with the goblin who had run ahead, leading them by the hand, much like a child would lead a reluctant parent.

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