When the boy awoke in the cave, the strange yellow goblin had vanished. The boy mistook his words as a fabled story and carried on with his journey downwards.
He had a certain pride when it came to being the chosen one.
The entire village relied on him as he kept it safe without even lifting a finger.
After the boy descended to the bottom of the mountain through several challenging trials and paths, he found a small viewpoint.
After he went around another 30-feet-down all he would be able to see was a glorious sky blocked off by thick greenery.
This would be his last chance to admire the entire forest placed right outside the mountainside.
He saw a scene that his mother had only told him of through books and puppets.
There was a sea of emerald leaves, a legion of red roses, and thousands upon thousands of creatures that roamed the skies, the trees, and the ground.
