The Clan is going over the tactics again. I'm listening but I already know every word by heart. My eyes drift over green heads,long ears, past the trees all around us, over the mountains, far... far away from here. In my mind's eye, I now see the place I came from.
The world I came from. The day I died.
I remember myself, face down on the cold ground, lying in my own blood, wondering what would happen after my last breath. I never would have imagined waking up in this world, in this body.
The body of a goblin.
But after months, I've learned to live in this skin.