Capítulo 3: Chapter 3
Walking in the direction of Elenwood I tried to make small talk with them without letting my modern time young shit out with 'otherworldly' words leaving my mouth.
i still a little shaken myself with the fight against those green shit faces called goblins. I take a few breaths before launching a word.
"Uhhrrr so hum I am Jean and you ? Could you tell me more about Elenwood and what's around and if not too soon how you got in this sh- hum unwanted situation ?" I asked the oldest.
Sadness and fear still crept on her face but she steeled herself and answered "I'm Sophie. In Elenwood, we have a tradition where we venture into the forest in groups to gather herbs and small game. It's usually a joyful event, but this time, we were ambushed by goblins. You know what happened next, of the 9 girls, 7 are here and the 5 hunters died two of them were women. They raped 4 of us and they got pregnant but thanks the lost they didnt touch our youngest. . ." "How much time were you all in here for when they got pregnant ?"
"I can't remember precisely but it was 2 weeks" "Hold on, how can they get pregnant like 6 months in 2 weeks ?!"
"It's like that Goblins are horribly fertile and their . . . babies grow really fast in a month when they are ready to be born." She answered disgustedly.
"I'm truly sorry for bringing up such a painful topic," I replied, a heavy feeling in my chest. "Let's talk about something else, something less upsetting. Do you happen to know where we are? I'm a bit disoriented. I was resting on a plain, and now suddenly I'm here..."
Sophie's expression softened, and she nodded understandingly. "Of course, Jean. You're in the region of Solthar, not far from the Valeria Forest. Elenwood is a small village situated near the edge of the forest. As for the closest city, it would be Karlinor, but it's quite a distance from here."
I processed the information, grateful for the knowledge of my whereabouts. "Thank you, Sophie. I appreciate your patience in explaining things to me. How far do you think we are from Elenwood? And one more thing... Is the goblin cave a known location? Why didn't guards or others come to save you?"
Sophie's eyes grew distant, and she sighed. "It's hard to estimate the exact time to Elenwood. We're on foot, and it could take us a few days, depending on our pace. As for the goblin cave, it's not a known location. The ambush happened deep within the Valeria Forest, and we were taken by surprise. The village guards weren't nearby when it occurred, and it all happened so quickly. By the time they were alerted, it was too late."
I nodded, absorbing the information.
Day 1: We set off from the goblin-infested cave, the weight of our recent ordeal still heavy on our minds. Sophie led the way, her experience guiding us through the dense Valeria Forest. With the forest canopy casting dappled sunlight on our path, we relied on Sophie's knowledge of the terrain to find edible plants and berries. I also managed to catch a few small game animals using my limited hunting skills, providing us with much-needed sustenance. As we made camp for the night, the crackling of a small fire was a source of comfort amidst the eerie forest sounds.
Day 2: The second day was much like the first, as we continued our journey through the forest. Our group moved in somber silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The forest offered both challenges and opportunities – we found more edible plants and berries, and I even managed to catch a rabbit that provided a bit of meat. The nights were becoming colder, and we huddled close to the fire, sharing stories to keep our spirits up.
Day 3:The morning of the third day began like the previous ones, with us setting off through the Valeria Forest. However, there was an unspoken tension in the air, a sense that something was different today. The rustling of leaves and distant cackling echoed around us, sending shivers down our spines.
As we moved deeper into the forest, the undergrowth grew thicker, and the trees seemed to close in on us. Suddenly, a guttural growl broke the silence, and a group of goblins emerged from the shadows, their yellow eyes gleaming with malicious intent. There were twenty of them, armed with crude weapons and wicked grins.
My heart raced as the goblins closed in on us, their grotesque forms moving with surprising speed and agility. I shifted into a defensive stance, my hands poised to strike. Sophie and the other survivors gathered behind me, their eyes wide with fear.
The first goblin lunged at me, its crude club raised high. With a swift movement, I sidestepped its attack and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to its side. The goblin's surprised yelp was cut short as it crashed into a tree trunk. Before I could catch my breath, another goblin swung a jagged blade at me. I parried its attack with a block, the impact sending a jolt of pain through my arms.
I retaliated with a flurry of strikes, a combination of punches and kicks aimed at the goblin's vulnerable spots. It stumbled back, its weapon dropping to the ground. But there was no time to celebrate as more goblins closed in.
I unleashed the techniques I had learned from the Tiger's Roar Fury. My strikes became more precise, my movements more fluid. Each punch and kick was accompanied by a raw, primal energy, emulating the ferocity of a tiger. I weaved through the chaotic battlefield, my attacks landing with devastating force.
However, the goblins were relentless, and their numbers gave them an advantage. I felt the sting of their crude weapons against my skin, and blood trickled from a shallow cut on my arm. I knew I couldn't afford to be reckless; these goblins were no pushovers.
As the battle raged on, my strength waned, and I found myself struggling to keep up the pace. I knew I needed a moment to catch my breath and heal my injuries. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and focused on the Divine healing magic I had attuned to.
A warm, soothing light enveloped me as I channeled the healing energy. The pain in my body began to subside, and wounds closed themselves with each pulse of magic. The goblins hesitated, their attacks faltering as they witnessed my injuries healing before their eyes.
Renewed and revitalized, I opened my eyes, a determined fire burning within me. I met the goblins' gaze with newfound confidence, my aura radiating strength and resilience. With a battle cry, I charged back into the fray, my strikes faster and more powerful than before.
I fought with a renewed vigor, my movements guided by both martial skill and the healing energy of the Divine. One by one, the goblins fell, their resistance crumbling before my onslaught. As the last goblin hit the ground, defeated, a triumphant roar echoed through the clearing, a testament to my victory.
As I stood amidst the fallen goblins, my body now healed and invigorated, I turned to Sophie and the survivors. Their eyes held a mixture of astonishment and gratitude, a silent acknowledgment of my strength and the protection I had provided.
Day 4:The fourth day led us deeper into the heart of the Valeria Forest, where the dense trees and undergrowth created a labyrinth of shadows and mystery. The survivors, led by Sophie, scoured the area for edible plants and berries, utilizing their knowledge of the forest's resources. They moved with an agility born from desperation, their eyes sharp and their movements swift.
I took on the role of a hunter, venturing into the outskirts of the forest to track down small game. My theHUNTER game knowledge came to the forefront as I identified tracks, scents, and signs of animal presence. With a makeshift bow and arrow, I stalked through the underbrush, my senses heightened by the challenge of the hunt.
As the day progressed, I managed to catch a couple of rabbits and a squirrel. Returning to the group with my modest catch, I saw Sophie and the girls gathered around a fire they had successfully started. They had gathered a variety of plants, some known for their nutritional value, while others were cautiously sampled after referencing an old herbal guide Sophie carried.
We shared the day's bounty, combining the gathered greens with the small game I had hunted. The flavors were basic but satisfying, and the meal served as a reminder of our resilience and resourcefulness.
During a moment of rest, Sophie sat beside me, watching the flames dance in the fire. "You're quite the skilled hunter," she remarked, a hint of admiration in her voice.
I smiled shy. "It's just a skill I picked up back in my town. Seems like it came in handy here." Knowing what kind of bullshit I was spewing. I know that my physical abilities are just a cheat compared to when I was a simple uni student.
Sophie nodded, her gaze distant for a moment. "Survival skills are valuable, no matter where you are."
Day 5:On the fifth day, signs of civilization began to emerge on the horizon. The forest thinned, revealing open fields and the distant outline of Elenwood. Excitement tinged with exhaustion coursed through our group as we realized that safety was within reach.
As we walked towards the village, the sense of relief was almost palpable. The survivors' steps grew lighter, and smiles replaced the weariness on their faces. The villages of Elenwood noticed our approach and hurried out to greet us.
Sophie's eyes shimmered with tears as she saw familiar faces among the welcoming crowd. Her mother rushed forward, enveloping her in a tearful embrace. The sight was both heartwarming and bittersweet, a reminder of the loved ones who had been lost to the goblins.
As we entered the village gates, I felt a mixture of gratitude and satisfaction. I had helped guide Sophie and the survivors back to safety, and I had played a role in their journey of resilience.
The villagers offered us food, blankets, and warm clothes, making us feel at home in their community. As the survivors reunited with their families and friends, I watched from a distance, content in knowing that our shared experience had forged a bond between us.
As the sun set, casting a warm glow over Elenwood, Sophie approached me with a soft smile. "Thank you, Jean. You were our guiding light through this darkness."
Amidst the festivities, a figure clad in armor stepped forward. It was a man of sturdy build and stern demeanor, his chest adorned with a symbol of authority that marked him as the chief guard of Elenwood. He was accompanied by a small group of guards, all of whom carried themselves with discipline and vigilance.
Approaching Sophie and me, the chief guard nodded respectfully. "I'm Chief Guard Kellan. These are my guards. We heard of your return and the courageous rescue. We would like to hear more about what transpired."
Sophie met his gaze with a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion. "Thank you, Chief Guard Kellan. It's been a trying journey, but we managed to escape from a goblin ambush in the Valeria Forest."
Kellan's gaze shifted to me, his eyes assessing. "And who is this?"
I stepped forward, offering a respectful nod. "My name is Jean. I was resting on a plain and found myself in the cave too. I did what I could to help guide Sophie and the others back to safety."
The chief guard's expression softened slightly. "Your assistance has not gone unnoticed. The village owes you a debt of gratitude."
Sophie spoke up, her voice filled with warmth. "Indeed, Chief Guard Kellan. Jean played a crucial role in ensuring our safety."
Kellan's gaze lingered on us for a moment before he nodded. "Very well. You both have been through much. I won't keep you any longer. But if you need anything or if there's anything you can share about the goblin ambush, please don't hesitate to come to the guardhouse."
With that, Chief Guard Kellan and his guards moved on, continuing their duties of ensuring the safety of the village.
As the night deepened and the celebrations continued, Sophie approached me once again. Her eyes held a soft light as she smiled. "Jean, would you like to come to my house? My husband and children would like to meet the person who helped us."
I returned her smile. "I'd be honored, Sophie."
We walked through the lively village streets, Sophie guiding me to her home. It was a cozy cottage with a thatched roof and wooden walls adorned with intricate carvings. As we entered, the warmth of a hearth greeted us, and the smell of a home-cooked meal filled the air.
A man with kind eyes and graying hair stood up from the table, a smile spreading across his face. "Sophie, you're back! And you've brought a guest."
Sophie introduced us. "Jean, this is my husband, Marcus. And these are our children, Lily and Thomas."
I greeted them warmly, feeling a sense of comfort in their presence. We shared stories of our respective worlds, of our experiences and adventures. Marcus expressed his gratitude, his eyes reflecting the relief of having his wife back safely.
As the evening wore on, I couldn't help but appreciate the sense of unity and resilience that bound this family together. Despite the challenges they had faced, their love and strength shone through.
They lent me a bed so that I can finally rest. 'Fucking hell . . . Just arrived and all those fucked up things happend . . . finger crossed tomorrow will be kinder to me.' And I fell asleep.
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DuncanIneau If you ask why she as a book and all that, its because they got back their cloth and all. Can you tell me if the dialogue look not too weird and all. Give me your opinion on where it go if its cool if there a things to change absolutely ect. . . i say again If there i stoo many mistakes im sorry I do my best im not a native english speaker so im sure not the best im french :D Does Jean is a correct name too ? i didnt really how to name him so i took the first part of what i gave him in the beginning ----> Jean-Charles-Philippe HAVE A NICE DAY ! Bye !
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