Somewhere in the northern parts of the forest, walked a Nightwalker, that lost an arm. He was gasping and stumbling towards a small city. It was a fantastic looking place. Houses in trees and on the ground. Those on the ground were made of stone and that in the trees out of wood. The city was surrounded by a wall that was 3 meters high and guards were patrolling on them. In the middle of this city, a hugh building was being renovated. That was the place the Nightwalker stumbled into. The guards at the gate let the Nightwalker pass, without checking him, as they saw his face and again in front of the huge building, the guards let him pass without questioning him.
"Father, father where are you. Something bad is happening.", the Nightwalker screamed weakly as he crashed open the bedroom door.
Inside was a big Nightwalker, he was 2,40 meters at least. He was shaking his hips with all his might, but the woman beneath him didn't react at all, her eyes were dead, as if she didn't care about anything.
The huge Nightwalker came and put his dick back into his pants, as he turned around.
"Alischa you can go back to your room and don't forget to put on your clothes first", the huge Nightwalker said to Alischa. The emotionless woman was Aria's mother. The one Aria believes to be dead and vice versa for Alischa as she thinks Aria is dead.
She stood up without saying anything and just left the room.
"Father you are still having her as your female? It should be boring after such a long time, as if you are fucking a dead body, no emotions or reactions at all.", the smaller Nightwalker said.
The huge Nightwalker just glared at his son. He knew that Alischa was the most beautiful female out there and even his son wants her, that's why he tries to talk, as if she is useless.
" Cut the bullshit Zas and tell me why are you here, even missing an arm?", the huge one said a little surprised.
Zas told his father that he found Aria and followed her, waiting for the perfect moment to kill her. He left the part out that he wanted her as a slave, because everyone of the family knows that Aria should be killed on sight.
But as he finally had her he got ambushed by another crossbreed called Rosch and that he was the small monster that cut his arm of.
"So another crossbreed. To have such power at such a young age. That is terrifying. That is why I hate crossbreeds. They are unpredictable and unnatural. If I remember correctly, in the southern parts of the forest lives a Goblin tribe and if I am not entirely wrong they started to mix with other races, to pursue the creation of the perfect warrior. I have the feeling that could be the place were the little monster is coming from. Your description off him with a hint of green in his skin could be the connection we need. And if she is there we can kill two problems at once. Son, rest, eat and drink after that take a troop of 20 to scout for there place. I want their location before winter and after winter we will attack. ", the huge Nightwalker smiled as he said that. His blood started to boil. It was a long time ago since he went to war. Zas excused himself and went of to his room.
Meanwhile at the plaza inside the Goblin tribe.
It was a week since they started the training and Rosch was getting better and better at an extremely terrifying rate. But Randan was just happy, he felt pride in creating such an amazing warrior.
"Son listen, now I will show you how to extend your bone blades perfectly. It is a weird feeling, because you have muscles in your body that you don't use normally and those you have to train. Move your body in angles and postures that strengthen them from now on, you understand. I want you to be able to extend them all till the combat Competition starts. ", Randan said, while continuing with the spartan training regime.
Rosch carried boulders and run for hours. His training took easily 8 hours a day and at night he would train again at least another 8 hours just this kind of training was with his women inside the bed. This month was hell for Rosch and there were times he wanted to run, but guards catched him and brought him to Randan. This month nothing much happened, just two Goblins went missing on routine patroll which isn't weird, just this two were veterans and that bugged Randan a bit.
The day before the combat competition.
" Listen son, tomorrow is the combat competition and without a doubt you will win this. Heck I think you can fight many of the grown-ups already and give them a good shot. You truly are my best creation.", said Randan looking with a melancholic kind of aura at his son.
Rosch instantly got displeased, as he heard creation and Randan felt it.
" Son I know you hate me. But I hope you understand me some day. We are weak. You will be more often outside the tribe from now on and one day see Goblin tribes that are almost untouched of mixing with other races in a grand manner like we do and then you will see what a miserable race we truly are. My grandfather, your great grandfather started the systematic breeding of different races with our Goblin bloodline. He was a normal Goblin, but he was very smart and he saw potential, but as he was just a weak Goblin he was killed by another Goblin for the position of a chief. If we didn't mix we would still be those useless beings fighting against each other all the time. After that the first crossbreeds were born and they were remarkable, but your grandfather, who took back the position of the chief, was almost killed by Nightwalkers. They saw the danger of stronger, faster growing soldiers and more births per year for such strong children. That was enough reason to almost wipe out the entire tribe. What they didn't get was that my father survived and he put everything into becoming a better race and I want to see that future to come true, too.
I don't know why, but when I look at you I think that our race is almost perfect, at such a young age to be this powerful is just insane. ", Randan told his son further. He was still a bit melancholic, but started to cheer up at the end.
" I understand that you want to be powerful, but did you have to treat your own children so indifferent as if they are just pawns. " Rosch shouted a bit with anger at the end.
"You may have a point. I did many things wrong. I just learned it that way. But I beg you don't turn your back on the tribe. I can see your potential, but to my worry your hate for me, too. I saw that I will not be able to hold you down anymore. You will become much stronger and that is what this tribe needs. A powerful warrior leading it. You don't even need to be the chief just be there when it gets critical. That's all I am asking." Randan said a bit apologetical.
" Let mother free. She can go whenever she wants and come whenever she wants. If you let it happen as soon as possible no better right now. I promise you I will be here whenever the tribe needs me. I can't promise you that I will stay, I do not know what happens in the future, but I will stay for a while because where else should I go. Do you think the Elves would take me in. ", Roschar said.
Randan went silent. The silence held for a while as he stood up and walked away. You could only hear him say" tomorrow". Rosch understood that he needs a day to think about everything and acknowledge it, as he turned around and went home, too.