Chương 3: adventure
As Chris and Kira ventured deeper into the forest, the atmosphere shifted. The village sounds faded, replaced by the rustling of leaves and distant animal calls. Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting fleeting shadows across the forest floor.
"Stay sharp," Kira whispered, landing lightly on a branch above. "Goblins rarely fight fair."
Chris nodded, gripping a sturdy branch he had picked up earlier. His heart pounded in his chest, and every crack of a twig made him jump. He didn't know what to expect—but he knew he couldn't let his guard down.
They crept forward until the trees opened up into a clearing. Ancient ruins lay scattered, half-buried under vines and moss. Near the center, a small group of goblins gathered around a fire, their raspy voices blending with the crackling flames. Chris crouched behind a stone pillar, his muscles tensing.
"There," Kira whispered, pointing with her beak. "That's our target. There's no turning back now."
Chris swallowed hard. The goblins were smaller than he'd imagined, but their jagged teeth and cruel eyes made them anything but harmless. They moved with jerky, unpredictable motions, and their weapons, though crude, were sharp.
"Let's create a distraction," Kira suggested. "Draw a few away, and then we strike."
Chris nodded and grabbed a rock from the ground. His hand trembled slightly, but he focused, hurling the stone into the brush. The sound echoed through the clearing.
Two goblins shot to their feet, snarling. "What was that?" one of them hissed, squinting into the dark.
"Go check it out!" barked another, and they scurried off, weapons drawn.
Chris's breath quickened. "Now," he whispered to Kira.
They crept closer to the remaining goblins. Chris could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, feel the rough bark of the branch in his sweaty grip. Just as they neared the fire, one of the goblins turned, its eyes locking onto Chris's.
"Intruder!" the goblin screeched, lunging at him with a rusted dagger.
Chris barely dodged, the blade grazing his arm. Pain flared up his side, but he swung his makeshift weapon instinctively. The branch slammed into the goblin's ribs with a dull thud. The goblin grunted, but instead of retreating, it growled and swung again, forcing Chris to stumble back.
"Chris! Behind you!" Kira's voice rang out as another goblin charged from the side.
Chris spun around just in time to see a jagged spear thrust toward him. He dropped to the ground, rolling to avoid the strike, his heart hammering. Dirt flew up as he hit the ground, the goblin snarling above him.
Kira swooped down from the sky, her talons flashing as she slashed at the goblin's face, causing it to stumble back with a screech. "Get up!" she called, circling around.
Chris scrambled to his feet, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His arm burned, but the adrenaline kept him moving. Another goblin came at him, swinging a club wildly. Chris ducked under the blow, feeling the wind from the strike brush past his head. He countered, slamming his branch into the goblin's knee, hearing a sickening crack as the creature howled in pain.
But there was no time to celebrate. The goblin from earlier had recovered and was already rushing at him again, eyes filled with rage. Chris barely had time to raise his weapon before the goblin crashed into him, knocking him to the ground. His back hit the dirt hard, the wind knocked out of him. The goblin's blade hovered inches from his throat.
Chris gritted his teeth, holding the goblin's wrist with both hands, pushing back with all his strength. He could smell its foul breath, feel the strain in his arms. His vision blurred as the goblin bore down on him.
Suddenly, a burst of light flashed above them. Kira swooped in, fire erupting from her beak. The goblin shrieked, leaping back as flames scorched the ground between them.
"Get up, Chris!" Kira shouted, her voice urgent.
Chris rolled to the side, gasping for air, and scrambled to his feet. His muscles screamed in protest, but he couldn't stop now. The last goblin eyed him warily, its confidence shaken. With a roar, Chris charged, his branch swinging in a wide arc. The goblin tried to dodge, but it was too slow. The branch connected with its skull, and it crumpled to the ground.
Panting, Chris looked around. The clearing was quiet now, save for the crackling of the fire and the distant rustle of leaves.
Kira landed beside him, her feathers ruffled but unscathed. "You okay?" she asked, her voice soft now.
Chris nodded, wiping sweat from his brow. "Yeah… I think so." His body ached, his arm throbbed, but the surge of victory coursed through him. They had won.Chris leaned against a nearby stone, his chest heaving. The adrenaline was starting to wear off, leaving behind a dull ache in his muscles and the sting of the cut on his arm. He glanced at Kira, who was watching him with an unreadable expression.
"You did well," Kira said, her voice calm but with a hint of pride. "Not bad for your first real fight."
Chris winced as he inspected his arm. The cut wasn't deep, but the sight of blood made his stomach flip. "I didn't expect them to be so… fast. I thought I was ready, but—" He paused, shaking his head.
"You were," Kira interrupted, her wings rustling as she moved closer. "You adapted. That's what matters in a fight like this."
Chris smiled weakly, still catching his breath. "I couldn't have done it without you." He nodded toward the burnt patch of earth where Kira's fire had saved him.
"We're a team now," she replied simply, as if the idea had always been obvious. She tilted her head, her eyes scanning the forest. "But we shouldn't stay here. Goblins usually come back with reinforcements."
Chris straightened up, the exhaustion pushed aside by a sense of urgency. "Right. Let's gather what we can and head back to the village."
As they moved around the ruined camp, collecting the stolen goods and supplies, Chris felt something shift inside him. He had faced down a real threat—no longer just a bystander in a fantasy story. This was real, and the stakes were higher than he'd imagined. But the fear had given way to determination.
As they turned to leave, Chris glanced back at the ruins one last time. This fight was just the beginning. And despite the danger, he couldn't shake the feeling that, for the first time in his life, he was where he was meant to be.
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