The Goblin Nation 4 The Strong Ones

Ever since then, the goblin caretaker with the curly red hair, whose probably the head caretaker, began telling the remaining children to stop relying on the slave women for breast milk because soon they will all run out.

There were only 4 of us left. Rock and Smoke, the other goblin that killed their mother, had been getting their milk from the other slave women whose goblin babies died. Then there's Stick, what you would call the runt of the litter. He was just as vicious as the other 2 during their hunger pain but he was so small and meek that the most he could do were scratch his mother's breast. I'm surprised he even made it.

Every night we would experience this growth spurt. Letting as grow at an incredible rate, but for a cost. If it happens while you're awake, you will experience the most painful body shock you would ever experience. Just about 2 days ago, a goblin child died for the pain of the sudden growth spurt. Poor b.a.s.t.a.r.d was awake when it was happening. The amount of body ma.s.s we grow into is proportionate to the number of calories we intake.

Rock grew the most out of us 4. Despite being more gentle, still, consume the most breast milk in one sitting. Whether it is due to his appet.i.te or because the women he feed off of have large breast, only G.o.d would know.

Stick on the other hand, is doing everything he can to get as much milk as possible. His mother was very thin. She was probably malnourished and couldn't produce high-fat milk.

Then there is Smoke. He isn't as big as Rock but I can safely say his more aggressive than Rock. But then again, Rock has been very mellow ever since he realized he killed his mother. It helps that the scene was so gruesome. Rock's mother had an open rib cage. Her heart and lungs were exposed and her breast were barely attached to her body. I wondered whether or not she was slowly regaining her mental stability or if the other women were not moving because they were just asleep.

Finally, there was me. I drank as much as I could. But during these past days, I noticed something astonishing. Sometimes, I would lose to my hunger pains and bite my mother's nipples as if it will produce more milk. When I do this my mother would move her body slightly and groan. This would snap me back in control of my urges. Meanwhile the other women would sit there without making a single movement, even if the goblins bite them.

While sucking on my mother's t.i.t, the caretakers were making a ruckus. "My baby, big strong! Your baby only lucky!" Rock's caretaker yelled at my caretaker close to her face.

"No! No luck!" My caretaker answered back while pushing the other one. "He strong. Sun is strong! Rock weak."

"Rock is strong. He kill his ma. Rip woman apart! Your just suck. Like baby pup."

"You just mad Rock beat by Sun! Cala give me favor, you not!"

"Sun is scared of sun. That's why he name sun, eyes close all time, but Rock just stared! He Hard like rock."

"No, Rock just stupid! No head like rock."

"You b.i.t.c.h!"

Rock's caretaker tried to lunge at my caretaker but was stopped by the head caretaker. "Stop we have work!" She pushes both of them away from each other. "Everyone, come. We must carry food to feed them." All of the caretakers left following the head.

The caretakers came back carrying some sort of baby deer. It looked like any other deers besides its red crescent shape antlers. "Babies, get over here!" All four of us stood up and walked over to her. "This is food, you going to eat it. We will go away with the slaves. Time to clean them. When we come back. Food better be gone." It would be our first time trying to eat solid food.

"You four are strong ones. Live because you strong." She told us before left with the human women. All four of us sat there. We had no idea how to begin eating the deer.

"So, how about we split in half and divide among ourselves?" I said to the group. No one responded. Finally after a long awkward silence, Stick of all goblins decided to take a piece of the deer. He grabbed the hind leg and tried to pull it out, but to no avail.

Smoke and I attempted the tore the deer apart, but we ended up pulling our muscles instead. We're only half the size of adult goblins. How do they expect us to tear it apart? Stick looked at Rock, who just sitting there, looking down at the floor.

"Rock, Why not help?" Stick asked with frustration. "You strong, help us!"

"No. Kill ma with strong. No do it again."

Us 3 stared at each other. Bewildered from what we heard. "Um, this one is already dead Rock. Plus we need to learn to eat solid food." I said.

"No! No want be strong. Strong is bad. Kill ma with strong."

"Shut up.You us die so you no help." Stick retorts back.

"No, no kill!"

Smoke joined in at taunting Rock calling him out for starving us by not helping with the carca.s.s. It seemed it didn't dawn to the other 2 that we could just eat it as it is, skin and all, without dividing it. They all a.s.sumed the food is inside like how our mother's breastmilk is inside.

I decided to intervene. "Smoke, Stick. Let me talk to Rock for a bit." I turn to face Rock who by this point was squatting down on the floor holding his head. "Rock are you ok?"

"No. Rock see ma. Ma die cause Rock strong." Rock said while his body was trembling. I don't much about goblins. I never watched Lord of the Rings and any other western fantasy movies. If I remember correctly, its because I was too busy helping my mom with our expenses. But despite not watching those movies and what have you, I'm pretty confident that goblins are meant to be terrifying and not this, well... pitiful.

"You're strong kid. But you're weak where it counts." That statement echoed on my mind. That bear told that to me. I remember that at least. "Rock. You are strong but you're also weak."

Rock looked up at me with a puzzled face. "Weak? What? Cause you beat Rock, I weak..."

"No that's not what I meant. You are strong. You can pretty much beat me more than I can beat you. But you are weak in the heart." I told him while poking his chest. Rock, Smoke, and Stick looked at me like I was crazy. Well, maybe I am crazy. But I think its time for me to impart my 'wisdom' that my past mentor taught me.