"I knew you'd come back, because that's your destiny, goblin, isn't it?"That spirit spoke to me with an overbearing attitude that made me extremely angry. I quickly grabbed the spirit's neck with my hand and made it cough.“Stop talking nonsense, Watson. If you have something to say, say it, or I'll have to come back!"“This place was once a chaotic battle, everything is now as calm as if there had never been a war.”I smiled and looked at the soul. That's right, more than two hundred years after that war, things are much more modern now. Humans also invented modern technologies such as phones or laptops to easily communicate with each other. Watson's soul and I are still the same, we are the remnants of that chaotic battle that year.“Will you take a walk with me?” Watson suggested.“I don't want to remember the sad things of the past. Maybe that pain was too great for me, the day I saw Aubrey leave…” Tears flowed involuntarily down my face, on the quiet street with only my shadow.
You will always find a soulmate who is uniquely suited to you on each path. It could be predestined relationships from a previous life or a chance meeting that leads to a beautiful love. And, of course, I am.I am a writer, or rather a novelist; the novels I write frequently provide a story of life, bringing people to beautiful love in a society full of unpleasant things pole. The love in my stories frequently has a happy ending, prompting everyone who reads them to feel that there is still beautiful love in the world and to desire for a happy ending pretty. My readers usually perceive me as someone who has a really wonderful love to be able to write such sweet things, so when I chance to read comments online, I chuckled. I started off as a lonely individual on my own journey. What is the reason behind this? Because I'm a goblin.It is stated that immortality is a punishment for people who choose to dwell in this constricted existence. Every human person on the planet
According to folklore, if the goblin's bride could present the goblin a white lily, the goblin's endless existence would be ended. And I've been waiting for that white lily for thousands of years for this.She had neither a father nor a mother when I saw her for the first time, on the day she was born into this world. She is the baby I saved when she was a newborn. At the time, I had half-cold, half-sympathetic eyes for her. Perhaps her birth has lighted my otherwise dreary life. She has a bright smile, so lovely to the heart, and her first and final grin in this brief life is for me.Winter in renaissance Italy in 1450:"Ancanta, slow down," I shouted to the young girl who was racing rapidly on the heavy snow; she didn't appear to frightened; she simply raced forward like a small bird eager to discover the huge world."Uncle Hector, if you don't run as quickly as me, I'll leave you alone; I'm serious." Ancanta turned to face me, and for the first time, I
My little Ancanta has just left me, and even though it has been more than fifty years since Ancanta died, my heart is filled with nostalgia. I blame myself as well as my own fate. If I had not adopted Ancanta at the time and had allowed her to live a regular human life, she would now be married with children and enjoying a very happy life.I used to stroll around old shops, rereading novels that Ancanta had read, but everything seems to have vanished. The world is always changing, and mankind grows according to a set of rules. On today's streets, there are various vehicles and equipment that have steadily gotten more contemporary. Yes, I'm a goblin, and I don't change, but because of my identity, I always have to change my last name and identification. My current name is Michel Lee."Good day, Mr. Lee. I received a call from the police stating that there is a problem with your passport and ID card; my name is Henry, and I am the attorney that represents you in resolvin
"Damn it!" I screamed as I noticed Ancanta's journal getting crushed; possibly pedestrians didn't realize that anything was laying on the road since their consciousness was low, without even realizing they are treading on other people's property. When a young child saw my distress, she went over, picked up the journal, and handed it to me. I gave her a grateful grin, knowing that there are still nice people in the world.Back to the youngster I ran into; I was surely that he wasn't human, perhaps an elf like me, but more likely some deity mocking me. I gave him a wary look before turning my attention to the book he was carrying in his hand. The book was fairly ancient, and the outer cover appeared to have been covered with a thick coating of dust, obscuring the text printed on it. If I recall properly, I had seen this book, the book that made me live forever in this dreadful everlasting existence."His name is not in the death book," Hades approached a god of death on
"Aubrey?" My eyes began to change color slightly, could it be that the person who gave the kid this name is the owner of the goblins, after all, only a name scares the elves? Demigod? I've heard numerous legends of demigods, incredibly bold and aggressive people who inherited their heavenly god parents and were more strong than mortals. The ancient monsters were all eliminated by competent demigods, but in the end, demigods were just half-humans, half-gods, and they had to live samsaric lives, not everlasting like gods. Only truly outstanding demigods can be made a minor deity and become immortal."Enough of that, you’d better go home," said a voice that made both Aubrey and me turn around. The guy approaching was tall, dressed in a loose robe with a big hat that hid his entire face, and he came slowly towards us, each step causing the earth around him shake and appearing to be frozen everything he touched. Isn't this Thanatos, the god of death in Rome? "Your father req
In 1453, Ancanta wandered through a thick layer of snow, now she has become a young girl with an extremely beautiful face. Her crimson lips and long black hair curled into small curls, her cheeks were always rosy when the weather started to get colder. Ancanta looked beautiful at the age of fifteen, as beautiful as a muse of Rome. She looked up at the falling snowflakes with black eyes, Ancanta seemed a little sad.When she and Uncle Hector were strolling in the deep snow three years ago, she happened upon an old woman preparing a cake. The scent drew a youngster like her at the time, so Ancanta immediately hurried to the old woman who was preparing bread and was told the story of the elves, the species known as servants of the gods. Ancanta initially thought she was listening to a fairy tale, but she couldn't believe it when she witnessed her uncle Hector holding a massive sword to slaughter a giant beast and save a kid a few days later.Ancanta had no idea what the c
When I awoke after a long coma, my head began to throb so intensely that it seemed like a large automobile was purposefully striking my skull. I winced, massaging my temples gently with my fingers to lessen my headache, then looked around to see where I was and what was going on.Today's weather in Italy appears to be rather pleasant; sunshine is purposely filtering through my curtains, and I can even hear the birds chirping outside in the yard, as if embracing a new day. It turned out that I was at home, at my villa on the Hill, where I'd been residing for almost a century. It's weird because if someone pays attention to the home, especially to a goblin who has lived in this mansion for a hundred years, they would suffer a heart attack and die. I provide over all of the legal documents pertaining to real estate sales to Henry. Money will ultimately return to my pocket, but under a different name, not the one I had previously. This Henry performed an excellent job; those both