The Beginning
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
737
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Beginning
"Wake up, Flip, you're going to be late for school!" Shouted a rather young woman from the other room.
Flip, a young boy of Goblin decent, wakes and begins to do a short stretching routine he appears to do every morning. He then jumps out of bed and drops his bed robes, frantically putting on his dress robes before somebody walks through the doorway. He then runs out of his room and into the kitchen, where the woman who's voice we've already heard was making breakfast.
"What is for breakfast, Mamma?" a chipper Flip asked, a wide grin across his face as he knew damn well what was cooking.
he looked up to his mother, who was so much different than he. We aren't speaking of just looks, mind you, she didn't even have the same skin color as the very forest green Flip. You see, his Mother wasn't his biological Mother, instead a Human woman that "adopted" the boy.
Rebecca, the Mother in question, was walking through the slums on her way home from work one day as she saw something out of the corner of her eye. When she turned to see what it was, her face grew pale and her jaw nearly hit the ground. before her eyes was a Goblin woman, bleeding to death as she crawled out of a dark alleyway, a very small Goblin child in her arms. The two made eye contact and the Goblin Woman began to cry.
"Please, take my boy... he cannot survive on the streets by himself. I beg of you... make his life a much better one... please..." The Woman pleaded as her last breath was taken.
Rebecca, still shocked by the tragedy that happened in front of her, was frozen in her place. What was she to do? Report the death and let the authorities deal with the child? She knew the corrupt authorities of her hometown weren't going to care about this poor child, but what was she to do? Would she really take care of a child that isn't hers? All her questions were answered as the small Goblin child began to cry. Somehow, the child knew his Mother wasn't alright, and the danger that ensued made him cry. Louder now, the crying came as Rebecca stepped forward. She picked up the baby and looked into it's large eyes.
"Everything's going to be alright, little boy. I'll be taking care of you." She spoke softly as the child, awestruck, stopped weeping.
"You look so happy now... what am I to call you?" Rebecca asked the Boy as she slowly turned around. "That's it, I'll call you Flip. You were so sad down there until I picked you up... then so happy as we met for the first time... Flip." Rebecca smiled as she spoke, making the boy's smile even wider and more crooked than it already was.
"Pork sausage. But you'd better eat fast, or you'll be late." His mother said as the scene quickly changed to her stabbing the sausage with a fork and putting it on a copper plate. Flip jumped and snatched the sausage off the plate, running out of the room before a word can be said about it.
His mother only smiles and shakes her head as her little boy runs out of the house, chomping on the sausage. A tear came to her eye as she remember the day she picked him up, the day she called her her own child, a day she remembers every day when her growing boy energetically storms out of the house, late for school.
Flip, a young boy of Goblin decent, wakes and begins to do a short stretching routine he appears to do every morning. He then jumps out of bed and drops his bed robes, frantically putting on his dress robes before somebody walks through the doorway. He then runs out of his room and into the kitchen, where the woman who's voice we've already heard was making breakfast.
"What is for breakfast, Mamma?" a chipper Flip asked, a wide grin across his face as he knew damn well what was cooking.
he looked up to his mother, who was so much different than he. We aren't speaking of just looks, mind you, she didn't even have the same skin color as the very forest green Flip. You see, his Mother wasn't his biological Mother, instead a Human woman that "adopted" the boy.
Rebecca, the Mother in question, was walking through the slums on her way home from work one day as she saw something out of the corner of her eye. When she turned to see what it was, her face grew pale and her jaw nearly hit the ground. before her eyes was a Goblin woman, bleeding to death as she crawled out of a dark alleyway, a very small Goblin child in her arms. The two made eye contact and the Goblin Woman began to cry.
"Please, take my boy... he cannot survive on the streets by himself. I beg of you... make his life a much better one... please..." The Woman pleaded as her last breath was taken.
Rebecca, still shocked by the tragedy that happened in front of her, was frozen in her place. What was she to do? Report the death and let the authorities deal with the child? She knew the corrupt authorities of her hometown weren't going to care about this poor child, but what was she to do? Would she really take care of a child that isn't hers? All her questions were answered as the small Goblin child began to cry. Somehow, the child knew his Mother wasn't alright, and the danger that ensued made him cry. Louder now, the crying came as Rebecca stepped forward. She picked up the baby and looked into it's large eyes.
"Everything's going to be alright, little boy. I'll be taking care of you." She spoke softly as the child, awestruck, stopped weeping.
"You look so happy now... what am I to call you?" Rebecca asked the Boy as she slowly turned around. "That's it, I'll call you Flip. You were so sad down there until I picked you up... then so happy as we met for the first time... Flip." Rebecca smiled as she spoke, making the boy's smile even wider and more crooked than it already was.
"Pork sausage. But you'd better eat fast, or you'll be late." His mother said as the scene quickly changed to her stabbing the sausage with a fork and putting it on a copper plate. Flip jumped and snatched the sausage off the plate, running out of the room before a word can be said about it.
His mother only smiles and shakes her head as her little boy runs out of the house, chomping on the sausage. A tear came to her eye as she remember the day she picked him up, the day she called her her own child, a day she remembers every day when her growing boy energetically storms out of the house, late for school.