Phoebe Nox
Journeyman
People own history books, but My concern is, do they read them? I mean, from the history books I read about Goblins, growing up and being taught by my grandparents, they eat flesh from humans, but we are supposed to treat them as humans according to the mechanical King. I mean the goblins seemed pretty full of themselves last month but this month they seem pretty angry. The new must be wearing off since people are beginning to be disgusted at the King now. I mean I may not be the most knowledgeable person in the Kingdom, but I have a sixth sense when it comes to dangers and those things are a danger to the Kingdom. Aside from this, now more than ever I want my Pappy home. We need him, the family has grown and my Sisters needs taught the things our family has learned from our elders. We did manage to visit the Trinsic prison only to learn the laws are not always fair. Gran Pappy had been there, the reason why seemed dumb but regardless he is still in Prision just not Trinsic prison, he had been sent to Yew prison. As sisters we made it to Yew unnoticed by the henchmen. Blowing sleeping powders into the wardens face we managed to slip past him, with the protection bubble we also made it past the guards. As I began to hollar his name I could hear him answer, he was kept on the lower level of the prison. Stepping up to the bars I could see his face, and a tear slowly ran down my face, looking at my sisters I know they don't have the feelings I do; they never knew him. The kind man who taught me most of what I know, the man who picked me up when I fell, the man who taught be if I fail to get right back up and try harder. As he touched my cheek with his calloused hand that feeling that everything would be alright overwhelmed me. At this point I drew strength from knowing he was still here and that my mission now would be getting him out of here, regardless of what it takes. The cell was locked, and the guard kept trying to listen to our conversation and looking at us oddly, I knew it was time to leav before we to found ourselves behind bars or until the henchmen found us here. Looking at him all I could say was, " We will be back ! And we will get you out of here", he grabbed my hand and spoke the words, " You have a cousin she is Nobility from New Magincia, she too is upset with the politics of Britainia " as he smiled and said' "she is also a locksmith, go and find her, her name is Serendipity". Quietly we slipped out of the prison and as I cast the gate to go home, the thought came to mind, it will get better.....