"What on earth are you doing right now?" The glowering old guy raises his hands, trying to stop whatever I was experimenting with in the loamy soil.
I did not mind his exclaim and continued ploughing the ground with the seeds provided by the farmer. However, that did not stop the aged bloke from questioning my deed and marches forward to the field.
"I am talking to you, goblin!"
"Mr. Bill, please wait for a second!"
The kind rancher that I met stood up for me from Bill's fore, obstructing him from marching forward.
"He is destroying our field?" Bill retaliates and pushes the man to the side. "Have you forgotten the hardships we have been through making this farmstead work?"
"No, you don't understand-,"
"How can an old guy like me cannot understand farming? All my life I did nothing but to farm crops in this same plain, and a green demon cannot stop me from,"
Before Bill could even finish his sentence, the hacienda had already changed differently. The families that I asked for help had already completed half of the entire field in sowing the seeds on the ground. The previously planted seeds are all plucked out from the dirt and stored inside a container for later use. If it was not for the drawing season, then planting those seeds would not pose a problem.
I also explained the reasons behind taking out the nuts and replacing it with plants that can withstand the cold. At first, the farmer had an onerous time believing me, especially to a goblin. But throughout our conversation, he finally realised that most of the crops they planted during the winter always end up withered without instantly.
"The seeds we planted are not compatible during the winter," The kind father spoke with a worried voice to Bill, hoping he could lend him an ear.
"Lake, the goblin, assembled most of the families who were still working during that time. He never forced us to follow his commands, but his determination led these people to listen, and eventually accepted his proposal." The friendly pop explained the details that had happened a while back, trying to make sense out of the occurrence.
Bill lets out a sigh and browses the sward fill with the newly set out seeds, different from the ones they had planted from before. The old bloke then meets my gaze and scrutinises my look, hoping to find any reaction or any simplification of the matter.
"So your name is Bill?" I assumed, hearing what the other guy had called him a while ago.
Bill, I presumed, shrugs his shoulders and went back to the tavern from where we had last separated.
"Call me whatever you want," He said tempestuously and in some time, reached his destination.
"Don't mind him, brave fella," The mellow man uttered while rubbing his soiled hands on top of my head. I gazed into his eyes, looking close to his relaxed expression, despite my goblin features.
"Thanks," I answered.
I whipped around and ran to the centre, grabbing the attention of everyone once more.
"We have done enough work for tonight's schedule!" I announce while firing a water pellet ascending to the skies.
The skill discharges above, releasing a fountain of sprinkling fresh water over the hummus, a necessity for the crops to grow.
"Tomorrow, we will resume our duties by preparing insecticides and essential nutrients for the plantation. I may not have sufficient knowledge in agriculture, but I will guide this village with the best of my abilities,"
The evening skies shower us with its moonlight, celebrating my arrival accompanied by the hundreds of cheers from the neighbouring families. Some children run around the bristle road full of pebbles and uneven mud, wanting to see my goblin face.
At first, like the kind father I had met, feared my appearance and hid inside of their homes. No one dared to open their windows or doors to hear my thoughts, even when I expressed my good intentions.
But the man noticed my emotions and gradually opened the ingress, checking my sincere attitude as I slowly walked away. Fortunately, I gained the little trust of the villagers within the night.
However, there are always individuals not willing to listen to my words. They have such reasons, showing that I am a pest of this world; a goblin. Some believed and even started spreading rumours about everything that I did would be a facade to trick them.
"If you're wondering where will the two of you be lodging for the night, then there's a small house at the corner of the barn. You can freely use them as you like." The father said while seated at the make-shift chair from a fallen log of the Willow tree.
"It's right next to us. Rather, we own the ranch house." The man confidently pumps his chest out while pointing his finger towards an abandoned and eerie building. The platform itself felt almost like a nightmare where ghosts and other entities will haunt us down because of some grudge.
"Thank you," I expressed my gratitude to the man and pulled Izz inside the barn.
"We have an extra futon on the sides. But if you like, the two of you could stack the silage and form a bed, although that may be uncomfortable now that I have thought about it." His voice echoes from a distance, suggesting we make use of that option.
Wasting no time, I told Izz to extract all the hays and straw to the side and make a temporary kip, in case we find a problem from the futon.
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"No…. that's all mine, brother,"
Random thumps as a kick awaken me early in the morning, paired with the blarney noises coming from my head. Refusing to open my eyes, I moved the deadweight out from my skull and lazily attempted to rest for the time being.
But it seems that this foot of hers has an original plan and continues to interfere with my sleep.
"Brother, that's my cookies... go get your own."
After finally gathering my stored energy, I jerk my hands and jam my goblin friend aside and sink her to the mountain of hay.
It was the same event last night, where Izz snuffled in her sleep, dreaming about sweets and cakes like the refreshment delivered by Therese in the Kingdom. Paying the price, I have learned a valuable lesson during this stay.
'Do not sleep with a goblin' I told myself while nodding, in an agreement.
"I'm awake! I am awake!" Izz shrieks while motioning her hands in a fighting stance after abruptly waking up from the pointed sticks.
My lips gave out a laugh as I nudged myself outside of the unfixed bed and made my way at the exterior of the house.
The moment I opened the doors, a herd of goats and sheep welcomed my eyes, mowing down the growing grass. Their horns appear to be pointier than what I am accustomed to, making me flinch back and wanting to close the doors.
As I shifted my head to my right, I saw the man who had helped us out, watering the plants early in the morning. He notices my figure and waves in response. His voice becomes muffled hearing him from here, so I read his lips as he greets me on a bright day.
It has been approximately a month now since my arrival here in this world. My main objective remains the same, to revive my parents and find more answers from the deity above. The Santa Claus who brought me here in this world after saying I was an interesting person and ultimately turned me into a goblin.
'Why a goblin?' I looked up in the sky and asked. As if answering my question, a flash of small lightning makes its way to the ground, in spite of the scorching sun. It hits between the spaces of my feet, making it look like it had missed a chance of injuring my body. If that bolt hit me in the head, that would probably end my story, here and there.
I took out the puzzling book lent by Markus and reminisce our conversation. It has a scarlet feather attached on the last page, making it more mysterious and alluring. It was a volume that only I could read, to an extent, with my eyes, and not Markus or the natives here on this planet. The occurrence became more peculiar when the book of Legends highlighted the existence of a hero.
"But I am no hero!" I shouted with all of my voice, making the group of birds flee elsewhere.
"Brother, are you fighting someone?" Izz, who had already fixed the things inside the barn, walks up to me with muddled eyes, unable to predict my next move.
"Oh, don't worry," I answered, placing back the book in my bag. "Nothing's happening."
"Okay. So, why don't we go ahead and meet with the townspeople! They seem really nice and wonderful!" My goblin friend exuberantly proposed while jogging around the place with a smile on her lips. After gaining some friends, specifically the little children, that she can call in this village, she wanted to meet with them again.
"Just don't be too rude or too violent with them, got it?" I said while flickering her forehead for her to understand.
"I got it, brother," She annoyingly said while rushing to the road, where her playmates lie in wait for their green friend.
"Lake!" Bill's voice catches my attention and sees him striding towards my direction with a bucket of milk in his hand. He must have come from the cows and extracted their dairy, which is their day in life that brings them money. Even though he was too old for that job, his face tells me that he never complains to work harder for the townspeople.
"We need to impose a lot of things starting today," I utter while allowing my hands to aid him to carry the bucket off to the ground.
"Then come inside my office. I have big news for you and your friend over there,"