i grasp for my sowrd and barley unlesh it from its hilt as a goblin rishes upon me. with a grunt i push the blade through its tough skin and the goblin falls to the ground in a cumpled heap before my feet. i rub the sword across my shirt wiping off gooey blood. bending down i turn the dead goblin to its back and look for its sign of the master. i gasp when i find whose it is. The golohor, the man who slaughtered my family. hes been after me for the last three years, for i have been his only threat. ive ramined hidden taking refuge in the forest only going into villages when needed. but somehow hes found me once again. a knot forms in my stomach for i know that now the fight is once again resumed.