As the goblin approached the juniper trees, a warm raspy voice called out, “Gobby my boy! I see you!”
The goblin kept walking toward the voice and called out, “Impossible! Gruncle, I’m still too far away!”
“Oh… well I guess I meant I could hear you approaching Gobby!”
The goblin emerged from the trees and smiled.
Gruncle, a pale green goblin atop a pillar — he had grey ear hair so long it was braided into a beard.
He sat upon that column, from where he never came down — how did he even get up so high?
The goblin had never heard his origin story before.
“How do you hear so good?” The goblin asked.
“You know your ears will grow like mine too, eh?”
The goblin looked at how his ears reached down to his shoulders.
Gruncle’s mouth a crescent from ear to ear, he sat ready to hear.
“I need to do the impossible. How did you get up there, Gruncle? Did a bird help you? Did you have a ladder?”
The goblin stared up at gargoyle-like-goblin atop that pillar, who scrunched his face at the mention of a ladder, and then smirked.
“I did what was necessary.”
This concept of necessity. Was there anything from today that had been necessary?
“I need food.” The goblin stated plainly, realizing that if anything had been or was going to be necessary, it’s getting a grasp of some grub. Gruncle knew the goblin needed a hug.
“Good Gobby! Food gives you strength—strength to do what’s possible.”
“What happens after you do what’s possible?”
“Gobby—you might just be able to do what’s impossible. If the Creator deems it fit.”
Gruncle looked out into the sunrise over the waters.
“Thanks Gruncle! I’ll start with what’s necessary — I’m off to the monastery! I’ll make sure the Creator deems my plans fitting!”
The goblin turned and ran toward the forest, “Grunk-Grunk gets a pretzel?”
Gruncle repeated his question as the goblin past the juniper trees.
Gruncle watched the young goblin disappear into the forest, and he heard the great fish in the sea. He turned as she opened her mouth to reveal a great light — illumination arriving on his retina, and it’s revealed to him that inside the belly of the fish is not darkness, but light — a light that is the origin of life — the Light of the Creator.
Gruncle smiled peacefully, knowing the time of reckoning would be soon.
He turned his ears back northwest.
The sounds of waves in the east are like a stream in a cave, but the sound of the forest are the sounds of goblin feet stepping on a small critter.
“Oh no, Gobby, that creature needs help.” but the goblin was too far away to hear Gruncle at this point in the journey — it was impossible.
PART THREE: GGGGGOBLIN
HJELP
The Fawn & The Monastery
ACT I — THE GOBLIN 