Under the gray sky that hung heavy over the Eldran Forest, Rukhar, a young goblin with faded greenish skin and glowing red eyes, crept among the ancient stone ruins. Only one thing burned in his heart: the desire to prove he was more than just a "fool"—a derogatory term his clan had always used.
Rukhar was no ordinary goblin. Small in stature, his mind was sharp, and his hands often moved faster than his brain could follow. The Eldgar clan, to which he belonged, always laughed whenever he tried to wield a sword or lead a hunt. They saw him as a burden, but within Rukhar, the embers of courage and curiosity refused to die.
That day, a thick mist cloaked the trees, and the sound of snapping twigs echoed in the distance. Rukhar tensed. It wasn't an animal—it was something far larger. He held his breath, slipping behind a boulder. From the shadows of the forest, a tall figure clad in black armor emerged, a helmet concealing his face, a longsword hanging at his side.
"Human…" Rukhar whispered, a strange shiver running through him. No goblin would dare enter this forest alone, let alone approach an armed human. But Rukhar knew this was his moment. His chance to prove that he was no weak goblin, no creature worthy of scorn.
With bated breath, he stepped forward, heart pounding. The human's sword glinted faintly in the twilight, and a newfound certainty coursed through Rukhar: this journey would change his life—forever.