Light.

A light that is neither warm nor comforting.

Painfully blinding light.

Much like waking up day after a heavy night of drinking…

Wait, drinking what?

Everything was just so fuzzy and painful.

“Come…”

The silence was breaking by a sudden, harsh sound “K” that formed the beginning of the word. He could recognize the sound as some sort of speech, but how did he learn this language? It seemed so familiar and foreign at the same time. Lothar looked over at the source of the sound as his eyes finally adjusted to his surroundings. It was a queer, green man who stood and towered above green babies that laid on the ground. He had the appearance of a proud grandfather, watching over his grandchildren. Lothar took the opportunity to look around the area. It was clear that they were in some sort of clearing in a rock formation. What they were doing there… who knew, but did it really matter to him right now? 

There wasn’t anything that Lothar could seem to do. He had come to realize that he was also a green baby as well as his stubby green arms and legs betrayed his identity. It was then that he realized exactly what he was, a goblin. He tried to reply to the elder, but he could only babble some bastardized words. “Gum” that was the closest that Lothar could imitate the elder. It was rather frustrating. Lothar wanted some answers, and at the moment only this old man had them. What could Lothar do to somehow get his attention or get him to talk some more? He tried to flip over to his side as he prone on his back, but this was no easy feat as he found it hard to control his body. Lothar was determined to try to use his small arms and legs to crawl towards the elder.