It starts with confusion, and it doesn't get any better from there...
Confusion, a word he could easily use to describe the first few seconds of his life. Confusion was on the forefront of his mind, mostly because of the stinging brightness that currently encompassed all of his physical and cerebral senses.
His eyes had instinctively opened whenever the old, worn voice had spoken, and he immediately knew that going the motion so fast, so instinctive, was easily one of the worst mistakes that he would ever make within this life, and the next. Crimson-peaked irises watered and
burned, as the sensitive corneas were exposed to light for the first time in what felt to be an eternity. He could only lie there, eyes wide and unseeing, as his body fought to adjust to the earth's most natural gift.
It took mere seconds for the stinging to go away, and with it, the dredges of confusion began to fade, replaced with a curiosity that forced him into a sitting position, despite his body protesting such a familiar usage of the movement.
He turned his neck from side to side, eyes wide as they soaked in every detail of his surroundings. Now that he looked on without fear and confusion, it was simple to note that the light wasn't as overbearing as he thought. Rather, the rocky formations around him seemed to soak in the light, giving his current location a dreary, almost groggy appearance.
A cave. He was in a...'cave'.
Torches lit the wall, the source of the light. It was not the sun, or some other natural light-bringer. No, it was the source of fire....Fire, the word sounded familiar, just like 'cave'. Where was he? What was he? In a cave, with fire - with torches. He pressed a hand to the ground beneath him, his body instinctively bending forward to get within a standing position, and that's when he noticed something.
Small, small hands, a dark green in color, tipped off with nails that were eerily close to a sharp tip. His eyes immediately honed in on his legs. Small, dark green in color, and this pattern went on for every other body piece he could see. Confusion and curiosity warred, before one word entered his brain. Goblin.
He was a Goblin, that much he knew for certain.
"...goob?"Sensitive ears twitched, and he knew that he wasn't alone. In the moments where his inquisitive nature took a hold, he hadn't even entertained the thoughts of others. He had even put the old voice to the back of his mind. Now, however, with his confusion and curiosity somewhat sustained, he began to take notice of the bodies around him. Small, and green.
Ugly.The word popped up in it's lonesome, much like before. The voice that had spoken the...word 'goob', however, was already awake, unlike the other small bodies around him. It was a Goblin, a 'she', he knew instinctively. His instincts were a major part of his function, apparently. What was 'goob'? Was she attempting to say...
"...gobble."What. No. Almost.
"..."No more words.
...his tooth hurt.
