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. I'll just kill
everyone. I'm so strong, nothing can get me. I just need to
get that sword, and that's all I'll ever need. I have to do it
now.
Carefully, using a tree trunk for support, the goblin got
to his feet and began to stagger back up the hill.
*****
Smoke drifted across the countryside in the night as
flames leaped through the dry trees, sending yellow sparks
skyward by the thousands. The bottoms of the clouds
glowed orange.
The goblin began climbing the hill, pulling himself up
foot by agonizing foot. His burned, aching hands clung to
branches, bunched weeds, and stones. He climbed until he
knew he had been climbing for years without end.
Somewhere along the way, he lost his magical ring. Several
times he felt delirious and babbled about things that seemed
to make lots of sense but never stayed long in his mind. He
yelled and sang and grasped a last handful of grass, pulled
himself up on his stomach, and saw that he had made it. He
was still singing something, a tune he'd heard the thugs sing
in East Dravinar, but the song faded away as he coughed on
the smoke and the stench of burned flesh. He rested for a
moment, then pulled himself up to look around
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