I was wandering in Aslan.
Dancing with the goblins. They have a mine there. Not a big one, but I guess it's good for goblins. and there were plenty of things to do.
Suddenly, with a bunch of goblins with their trash around my feet I hear a cry. Full of fear. And despair. Another goblin was coming to greet me.
I closed my eyes, extended one hand out and started spinning around. When I stopped, my finger pointed towards a hill. This is a professional way to find treasures when you are in no position to roll a dice. For a professional treasure hunter. That storming goblin had accidentally stumbled on the axe that was still in the extended hand, spinning around. Poor thing. The axe was bloody.
So, to the hill I guided my reindeer.
Yes, I had discovered a pack of reindeers recently. I kept them in small bags in my backbag. Some kind of iivil majik. But there was the yell so don't think about reindeer now.
There was a young girl, about my age, who was attacked by a Furious Goblin. Axe in one hand, dagger in the other the Guardian came in for the rescue.
Ouch, the furious goblin bit me to the wrist when I was pulling the dagger out. Ouch, that hurt! Really. My left hand started to feel numb.
Now, what is this? It does not hurt at all anymore.
A wonder! So much better than salve.
The goblin was long dead already, but I was astonished, even stunned. By the wonder, both wonders. This could be a life sentence.
She was stunning. Very nice. Good to stare at. And great lungs too. To call for help, I mean.
- Hello my Guardian, I am Zylene.
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