The Goblin King

A fictional fantasy short story

“That goblin was mine.” Tara stared down at the creature lying motionless on the ground in front of her.

“Well, you should have been faster. That’s twenty-one gobs for me. How many did you get? Sixteen? Seventeen?” Jace smirked as he wiped the green goo from his blade.

“Nineteen,” she mumbled under her breath. “Let’s go before more show up.” She walked through the bodies of dead goblins, pulling out arrows as she went. No sense wasting them when she could reuse them.

Jace trailed along behind her, his ever-watchful eyes scanning the trees to the left, and the mountains to the right. He got all the cool powers. He had the eyesight of a hawk, the ability to blink in and out of sight, and he could hear things up to a mile away. All she got was the ability to control the wind.

She huffed out a breath as she stomped down the dirt road looking for more goblins. It would be a shame if he actually beat her in the gob count.

“Hey, wait up.” His long legs easily caught up to her shorter ones. “So what are we going to do after we kill the goblin king?”

She rolled her eyes without answering and continued to march towards the castle. It was really more of an oversized hut with rubies stuck on the walls and roof. A few gold coins hung in the…