For Goblins sake

chapter 2

It was a blusterous evening, the trees be a blowing like a dragon had stormed through the towns, leaving debris and an eerie echo in that hollow street.

Something had interrupted the stream of magic, something dark had harnessed the geysers magic deep in the goblins cog maze.

I could sense something was about to happen, something I perhaps wasn't to keen on overlooking, but be it my job to be the messenger, i had to watch it all.

An unsettling vibration wafted through the realms of the mythical ones, the creatures of all sizes twitched and anxiously awaited for a settling moment- but that moment did not come, not even a hundred years later. Magic was on the brink of becoming purely engineered rather than pure.

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on a similar morning a howl blew through that town, cats bellowed and dogs howled at the shadows that haunted around.

There was a scuttling at a doorway, it was a rather welcoming doorway. One with red brick forming an archway with candlestick holders on either side. No lights were on, this house belonged to a very well off family, with well behaved children that i hear have extraordinarily glorious teeth and no business meddling with the under realms, no interfering with the likes of fairy magic, or dragon hunting or even goblin spotting. These children were called Nora and Jeremiah or Jerry for short, I believe that's what he calls himself.

The scuttle at the doorway was not nearly loud enough to wake anybody from their human slumber, but the cats shriek on the other paw, was what did the trick.

The mother one, fair as they come, beautiful she was, a writer but not the sorts that writes about my kind, thankfully.

she was called Wanda, dressed in a white gown, she floated down the staircase like an angel, i mean... like a women. If the angels heard me say that i may be demoted.

she opened the door slowly, half asleep she was unaware of the time, she looked outside but there was no sign of anyone, only the streetlights flickering on the other side of the road. a loud cry shrilled through her ear, she shooed the cat away, but it was not the cat that made that noise.

just before she was about to close the door it cried again... Wanda turned around and gasped. someone had left a baby on their doorstep wrapped in dirty cloth, the basket was weaved from grass with clay holding it together, it was rather detailed.

Wanda picked up the basket and took it into her warm home.

There had been a lot of snooping and research taken upon this family by my kind, it seemed to be that they were a kind and loving family, the typical type you see on your tv boxes.

It was like nothing could go wrong with them. city life, school and family holidays, pets galore and simple adventures. Nora was 8 the eldest and jerry was 6, both the quiet type, kept themselves to themselves, cared rarely for toys. Nora was the sorts who liked to disobey and rebel, quietly. Her head was in those books, she could memorise entire stories after reading it only once. Jerry, her brother was in the bushes, tirelessly getting dirty which Nora was not impressed with but would watch from a safe distance. They didn't have many friends, outcasts i believe they're called, even in the city with endless entertainment they preferred each other's company, but there was one boy named Fred which was a mutual friend who lived in the yellow painted house next door.

That night the babies cry woke the whole family up, the animals scuttled away and the children were not amused.

"What is that?" asked dad.

Wanda grinned, with tears of happiness in her eyes she was speechless, but let out a " It's a baby!"

"I can see that, but where did it come from? why is it here?"

Jerry interrupted " It's a girl, not an it, dad."

"We can't keep it," said Nora wiping her eyes.

"We must, we are all shes got," said mum.

Mother and father looked at eachother with a wistful sigh, no one got much sleep that night.

The morning after Wanda bathed the newborn baby and sent the kids off to school, it wasn't until I overheard their conversation that the goblins plan may have gone more smoothly than they thought.

usually when a child is dropped of on a doorstep, it's blamed on the stalk or another human being, never the goblins, because surely how would they manage to get their grubby hands on one?

The usual questions and worry about what they would do with baby came up in conversation, do we report it to the police? should we leave her on someone else's doorstep? yes thats been done before, or should we just accept her as our own? this is exactly what they did.

"Its fate," she said. "You know, with you not being able to have children any more, I think we're supposed to have this child."

" It is rather convenient, only a month after the dr tells me i can't have children and you desperately want one, i think something fishy is goin on here."

" oh, why do you always assume something bad is going to happen, can't you just accept it as fate?"

He grunted and knew she was right, it was something we noticed that was buried deep within him, an uncontrollable negative mindset, he must be a troll descendant.

we knew this family would be an easy target, drop a baby bomb on their doorstep and it was almost definatly one hundred percent guaranteed that they would take her in no questions asked.

since the goblins were so desperate to get rid of the baby, all the creatures had to work together to find the most suitable home for her. it was the baby's gender that caused problems, the goblins always need extra pair of hands to help underground, but a female, goblins despised them, they are their own breed according the the goblins. Very old fashioned if you ask me, haven't quite got out of the dark ages, but are totally capable of constructing a sophisticated underworld maze that engineered to harness the magic and time of the universe- genius. I suppose there has to be some give when it comes to their ways.

unfortunately any females that are born from their banned, yet regular scientific experiments are sent away to the humanoids.

the scientist goblin that performs these little naughty experiments, is sly, he hunts for the human dna by night, creeping into your rooms and sniffing out your blood. unfortunately their sense of smell is not that great, unlike mine. I can smell a female from miles away but the goblins are somewhat redundant and can't differentiate from male and female humans so end up creating a variety of mixed breeds. Sometimes they are born looking more goblin and others more human, which is the case for baby Clara,which is what they have called her, after Wanda's mother.

Clara was exactly two days old when she was left on the doorstep, not a single visible goblin feature about her. Her nose was slightly turned up, which i believe you think is cute? she had greeny blue eyes which changed when she was in certain lighting.

No one ever mentioned the fact that she was left on a doorstep, ever, it was made a rule in that household that she must never know, she was to grow up believing she was their biological daughter. which in fact she was, partially.

in the midst of the scientist collecting human dna, he managed to capture wanda's own hair in his vile, and the blood of Greg, the father. so it was most definitely a series of coincidences if you believe in such thing, that led the half breed back to her own kind. was it the doing of the goblins or was it clara's will that brought them back together?

After the extinction of the peedie folk humans had no need to suspect half breeds existed anymore, as humans are not immortal unlike the goblins and would be long gone by now.

so the rumors in the news was all presumed a myth as well.

With goblins work becoming harder and more dangerous as magic had to be engineered deep within the depths of the harsh core, and the punishment that the scientists were bestowed, goblin numbers were being drastically reduced. goblins were never the give and be done with it kind of creature, like the pixies and elves, they were the giver must receiveth sorta kind.

After risking their own being revealed in the humanoid world they had to take something back in return... something of equal or close to value, a human, a male. someone who would work the mazes for eternity.