Chapter 59 You're Coming With Us

"Goblins! A whole hoard of them!" Beetle shouted, his keen eyes picking everything up.

Ophelia was terrified for her life. But above all, she was frightened by what the monsters could do to Killorn. He can't die. Out of everyone in this world, he shouldn't die again! Ophelia headed straight for the doors, even though she was useless in this situation.

"Draw your swords! None of you better change forms," Killorn roared.

What could Ophelia do except get in their way? Ophelia's hands froze on the carriage knobs. She heard wicked giggling resembling a crazed child. Her breath was caught in her throat. Ophelia realized in this situation, that she was good as a sitting duck. Just sit there and look pretty, her wet nurse once told her.

"Commander, from behind you!"

Ophelia yanked the curtains open. Blood drained from her face. She slapped a hand over her mouth and fell back to her seat. She was paralyzed and stared wide-eyed at the reality. Suddenly, her puppy leaped from her arms and out the window, causing her to cry out in shock, but not before she saw what he was growing at.

They were green and blue, tiny and large.

If vampires roamed the night, werewolves howled in clifftops, the worst of the beasts were goblins. They were nasty little creatures, capturing maidens and men alike for forced reproduction in the caves. They ransacked villages in unbearable hordes. No one was left safe when a goblin group decided to make their move--especially a human girl. They were the goblin's favorite breeding toy.

And right now, the entire carriage was surrounded.

"Human girl... Human girl... Girl..."

A snicker filled the air, sinister and chilling straight to the bone. Ophelia tightened her grip over her mouth to hold back a sob. Killorn, where was he? Oh god, where was her husband?

"ARGH!"

Ophelia flinched when she heard a sickening crack. She let out a shaky cry, her entire body quivering worse than dry leaves on winter branches. She watched in horror as tiny goblins that reached no more beyond her knees suddenly all jumped and bombarded a specific soldier.

"Beetle, to the left!" Killorn commanded, swinging his enormous sword with stealth and power.

Ophelia was left breathless by her own husband. This was his territory. This was the battlefield he grew up in. The sword weighed at least five enormous sacks of potatoes. But Killorn swung with no mercy, penetrating and killing left and right.

His eyes were a wild beast, glowing with fury.

The full moon that Ophelia once prayed to shined rays upon the lone Commander who sliced beasts if they were butter.

"So much for throwing me to the wolves, aye?" Beetle laughed, dashing forward in time to cut down another goblin. The mirth left his face instantly when he saw an enormous shadow triple his size looming over him.

"You're shitting me..." Beetle breathed out in time to see it.

By the time Beetle turned around, the gigantic goblin was already reaching for his head. Beetle lifted his sword far too late. Suddenly, lightning speed blocked a heavy blow, sending the snow around them flurrying.

At that exact moment, Ophelia knew the truth. Her head spun with reality. She could no longer breathe. Her heart was racing a thousand beats per second. Tears filled her eyes. Her lungs were choked with the reality that she refused to believe.

"Ever the dashing hero," Beetle sighed in relief.

With a single sword, Killorn held off the attack. Thunder flickered in his storm-like eyes. He charged forward and sliced the enormous goblin's handoff. Then, with another few blinks, the other fell off. The stench of sickening vomit filled the air, for they were vile creatures with liquid that was unlike blood.

"ARGHHHH!" the humongous beast screeched, flinging his handless arms around. Without warning, he staggered backward and dashed straight towards the carriage.

"Human girl, human girl...!" the goblins cried out in agreement, bouncing and dashing from the soldiers and straight towards the carriage.

Even without the drawn window, they could smell her from a mile away. The sweetness of a young woman, one, unlike her kind.

And when their ring leader saw her face, a thrill rushed for him. Her peculiar eyes, it was the first and last thing he saw about her.

Ophelia saw her life flash before her eyes. She was breathless. Everything happened in a slowness that made her realize death was coming. The goblins were rapid and responsive.

"Protect our Luna!"

"Hurry!"

The goblins were relentless. They jumped onto every and any soldier that tried to guard the door to their treasure. It was impossible. No matter how many Killorn took down, no matter how fast they attacked, it was useless.

BAM!

Wind howled in the distance. Snow flurried through the carriage. The doors slammed open, shaking the entire ride. Ophelia was frozen in the corner of the carriage.

"Pretty... human... girl..."

Her heart fell when she made eye contact with a tiny goblin. She stared into his yellow beady eyes, small green pot-belly body, and saw his long tongue hanging out of his mouth.

"You're coming... with us..." their high-pitched laughter filled the air, stilling everything around them.

It was the last two things she heard before they pounced on her. Grimmy hands grabbed her dress, tugging and pulling, as hordes took her arms in place.

Suddenly, Ophelia's ears began to ring. The sound of fabric tearing filled the air. Her heart was shaking so hard that she could barely hear anything beyond it.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Blood pounded in her ears. Ophelia felt a heat threatening to claw its way out of her. Her hands burn like it was on fire. Her eyes glazed over as strange whispers filled the carriage ride--she soon realized, it was coming from her lips. Suddenly, she thrust her hand forward, purple light slamming right into a goblin.

BAM!

"Magic!" a tiny goblin shrieked in fear, but it didn't discourage his companions from ripping through her dress.

Ophelia's hands continued to glow. She raised her palms as if being controlled like a puppet on a string. In a daze and completely unaware of her surroundings, she continued to feel her pulse race like a wild horse on a field. She didn't feel like herself.

WHOOSH!

Another ball of light dove straight into a tiny goblin, smacking it off of her. But that only aggravated the other ones, who immediately hopped onto her, tearing and tugging at her dress. As she moved to wave her hands, goblins pinned her wrist down.

"Human girl with magic!" they cried out in disbelief, but none was able to rival the screaming of the beast at the top of the food pyramid--a werewolf who's name was Killorn.

Ophelia made eye contact with the creature attempting to pry through her dress. She wanted to respond, to say something, anything, but it was impossible. She lost control of her own body, for the strange purple light coming from her palms had taken complete mobility of her.

Without warning, they all heard it --an animalistic roar.

"OPHELIA."

A cry more beastly than the monster themselves. A roar that shook the entire forest, sending snow shaking to the ground, animals running for their lives, and the goblins dead in their tracks.

Killorn Mavez ran with the intent to claim their lives. Nothing, but chaos would commence.