The Goblin and the Pond
There was nothing very peculiar looking about this pond; it was buried in a forest, but not a very interesting looking forest. It was a forest what you may notice but never wish to explore. Yet for some reason, this forest, to the eye of everyone who looked at it, was never interesting. The pond was dark, and no one with their senses intact would really choose to go into the pond, but that was its beauty, a natural defense mechanism derived by nature; this pond knew it was harmful. In every way it would make itself look grotesque to the eye, or better still, it would make itself look plain and dull, too dirty to swim in, or slime ridden enough so it blends in with its surrounding. This was certainly a pond more clever than most.
There was a reason, a very important reason why the pond never called out to anyone, why it pushed people away. As there was also a reason the forest would be so protective of this pond as to make itself, in all its might, be so incognito. This forest was full of mystical creatures, some nearly extinct, some just not of Earth origin. So this forest naturally became protective over its inhabitants, difficult however, to protect its inhabitants from itself.
In a rabbit hole what didn’t seem quite like a rabbit hole, next to an ant hill, what seemed to the eye just that inch or so too tall, lied a cove where goblins laid and stories were told. The cove was a home to a breed of goblins, a breed whose purpose in nature and the world seemed to of ran out of meaningful purpose, so they began to exist, just to exist, and breed, because that is just what they did. Their bodies were soft, and scaly, much alike the texture of a snake, their shoulders carried teeth like spikes if they were male, and prick-sharp hairs for a female. Their faces slightly froggy, but their postures slightly human, it would be very human if not for their natural posture of being a race of humpbacks. They also never grow past 7 inches, most goblins if they ever manage to grow taller, have died from stretched huppertaputta.
The father goblin was sat telling a story to the other goblins. A tradition what was had before the young members of the clan went out into the wilderness to earn their hard-skin (a metamorphosis that goblins use to mate). The story was of a pond, a dark pond that no one would really choose to go to; a very dangerous pond what was well aware of its harmful nature. The young goblin went into the wilderness, looking for berries to gather before he rested his head after a hard days scavenging. Then, he saw something what he couldn’t quite fathom, strawberries! Growing like effervescent clouds in a pond! He was the luckiest goblin of the clan. But surely, if anyone were to find out that he had found strawberries, they would surely want to share them. This, he thought, was unacceptable, he had been working hard all day and he had earned those strawberries, so why should he share?
He didn’t want to get them now, even though he thought that if he ate the strawberries his fertile skin would come quicker. He thought he would leave it for the morning. So our young goblin protagonist went and rested his head. The next morning, he woke up and thought that it was a mighty fine morning to help himself to some strawberries. He swung his sack over his shoulder, and ventured into the woods to try and find himself those tasty and ripe looking strawberries. ‘No’, he thought devastatingly to himself, he had forgotten where the pond was. He looked for hours and seemed at one point to be passing the same muddy path he had crossed only an hour before, he was most well and truly lost.
He was looking forward to those strawberries very, very much, so much so that he carried on searching the whole day, then the whole week, then before our protagonist realised, a whole year had gone by in search for the strawberries. Then one day, he stumbled across a pond, it wasn’t a very interesting looking pond, but it seemed to look the same to the one that he had seen what now seemed so long ago.
They weren’t any strawberries that he could see, but he thought if he could just go into the pond and see if he could see if they were in the water somewhere… Our protagonist entered the pond, and he started to feel very strange. He began to tingle all over, it was a very good tingle, for whatever this sensation was he thought he would stay in the pond that little while longer so he could enjoy it some more. Than before he knew it he looked at his own body and he had developed his hard skin! He began to rejoice, how happy he was now, he could finally return to his clan and find himself a mate!
He left the pond, but upon leaving he noticed something was wrong, his hard skin wouldn’t go. A goblins hard skin was only meant to be temporary, and around long enough just so he can mate. But it stayed, and no matter how long he waited, the hard skin wouldn’t go. Worse still, he still couldn’t find any strawberries. ‘It’s said’ the old goblin was getting tired now.. ‘that he still stays by that pond, embarrassed to come home. Be careful out there, and remember to plan your routes, and don’t be afraid to share your food! And if you see that young goblin, who is surely now in his adulthood, you share some of your food with him, and tell him he’s welcome home. But more importantly, more than anything else- stay away from the pond’.
There was a reason, a very important reason why the pond never called out to anyone, why it pushed people away. As there was also a reason the forest would be so protective of this pond as to make itself, in all its might, be so incognito. This forest was full of mystical creatures, some nearly extinct, some just not of Earth origin. So this forest naturally became protective over its inhabitants, difficult however, to protect its inhabitants from itself.
In a rabbit hole what didn’t seem quite like a rabbit hole, next to an ant hill, what seemed to the eye just that inch or so too tall, lied a cove where goblins laid and stories were told. The cove was a home to a breed of goblins, a breed whose purpose in nature and the world seemed to of ran out of meaningful purpose, so they began to exist, just to exist, and breed, because that is just what they did. Their bodies were soft, and scaly, much alike the texture of a snake, their shoulders carried teeth like spikes if they were male, and prick-sharp hairs for a female. Their faces slightly froggy, but their postures slightly human, it would be very human if not for their natural posture of being a race of humpbacks. They also never grow past 7 inches, most goblins if they ever manage to grow taller, have died from stretched huppertaputta.
The father goblin was sat telling a story to the other goblins. A tradition what was had before the young members of the clan went out into the wilderness to earn their hard-skin (a metamorphosis that goblins use to mate). The story was of a pond, a dark pond that no one would really choose to go to; a very dangerous pond what was well aware of its harmful nature. The young goblin went into the wilderness, looking for berries to gather before he rested his head after a hard days scavenging. Then, he saw something what he couldn’t quite fathom, strawberries! Growing like effervescent clouds in a pond! He was the luckiest goblin of the clan. But surely, if anyone were to find out that he had found strawberries, they would surely want to share them. This, he thought, was unacceptable, he had been working hard all day and he had earned those strawberries, so why should he share?
He didn’t want to get them now, even though he thought that if he ate the strawberries his fertile skin would come quicker. He thought he would leave it for the morning. So our young goblin protagonist went and rested his head. The next morning, he woke up and thought that it was a mighty fine morning to help himself to some strawberries. He swung his sack over his shoulder, and ventured into the woods to try and find himself those tasty and ripe looking strawberries. ‘No’, he thought devastatingly to himself, he had forgotten where the pond was. He looked for hours and seemed at one point to be passing the same muddy path he had crossed only an hour before, he was most well and truly lost.
He was looking forward to those strawberries very, very much, so much so that he carried on searching the whole day, then the whole week, then before our protagonist realised, a whole year had gone by in search for the strawberries. Then one day, he stumbled across a pond, it wasn’t a very interesting looking pond, but it seemed to look the same to the one that he had seen what now seemed so long ago.
They weren’t any strawberries that he could see, but he thought if he could just go into the pond and see if he could see if they were in the water somewhere… Our protagonist entered the pond, and he started to feel very strange. He began to tingle all over, it was a very good tingle, for whatever this sensation was he thought he would stay in the pond that little while longer so he could enjoy it some more. Than before he knew it he looked at his own body and he had developed his hard skin! He began to rejoice, how happy he was now, he could finally return to his clan and find himself a mate!
He left the pond, but upon leaving he noticed something was wrong, his hard skin wouldn’t go. A goblins hard skin was only meant to be temporary, and around long enough just so he can mate. But it stayed, and no matter how long he waited, the hard skin wouldn’t go. Worse still, he still couldn’t find any strawberries. ‘It’s said’ the old goblin was getting tired now.. ‘that he still stays by that pond, embarrassed to come home. Be careful out there, and remember to plan your routes, and don’t be afraid to share your food! And if you see that young goblin, who is surely now in his adulthood, you share some of your food with him, and tell him he’s welcome home. But more importantly, more than anything else- stay away from the pond’.
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