The Monster King's Legacy

Chapter 10 Unexpected Bonding

Lance stayed up late, somehow, he was unable to sleep properly, the hard floor padded with light bedding doing little to comfort him. He sat cross-legged near the flames of a small camp fire, poking idly at a stick as the heat warmed his face. The goblins had retired early tonight, leaving the camp shrouded in a rare calm.

His body jerked slightly as he heard faint footsteps. He glanced up to see Lia approaching, her tall, feminine frame moving with a deliberate grace that always seemed to command attention. She wore a cloak of woven leaves and beads atop her usual ragged clothes, her yellow eyes reflecting the firelight with an otherworldly glow.

"Couldn't sleep?" Lance asked as she sat down across from him.

Lia shook her head, her gaze fixed on the flames. "Rest doesn't come easy when the weight of a tribe rests on your shoulders. At least, my mind has gotten used to that." She said.

Lance studied her for a moment, noting the weariness in her posture. Lia had stepped down as leader, but it was clear the responsibility still lingered heavily in her mind.

"I can imagine," Lance said softly. "You led them for so long. It must be hard to let go."

"It is," Lia admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But the tribe needed change. They needed you."

Lance shifted uncomfortably. "I'm still figuring things out."

Lia smiled faintly. "That's all any leader does."

Lance took note of her perculiar attire, it was the first time he had seen her wearing it.

"Are you some kind of magician? Perhaps a sorcerer?"

Lia delayed her response as she reached into the folds of her cloak and pulled out a small bundle of dried herbs. "Something similar."

Lance watched curiously as Lia threw the herbs into the fire. They crackled and hissed, releasing a fragrant smoke that coiled upward like ghostly tendrils. The flames shifted, their orange hues deepening into shades of green and blue before returning to normal.

"Our people," Lia began, her voice taking on a melodic cadence, "were not always as we are now. Long ago, the goblins were a scattered race, fighting among ourselves and living in the shadows of stronger beings. But we were not without our gods."

"It was," Lia said, her smile tinged with nostalgia. "But those days are long gone. Now, our rituals are small, simple. A reminder of what we once were. Most of the time, I'm the only one conducting them."

"Maybe they can be more than that," Lance said thoughtfully.

Lia raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"You said the Old Ones taught you to survive, right?" Lance said. "Maybe their lessons are still there, even if their voices aren't. The rituals, the traditions, they could help the tribe connect to their past and find strength in it."

Lia studied him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. "You think like a leader," she said finally.

Lance chuckled as he wasn't expecting the compliment.

As the night deepened, the conversation turned quiet again. Lia leaned back, her gaze fixed on the stars above.

"You know," she said after a long pause, "it's been a long time since I've had someone to talk to like this."

"Haha, me too?" Lance said, a taint of melancholy in his voice.

Lia turned to him, her expression softer than he'd ever seen it. "Thank you, Lance. For listening. And for... being here."

"Of course, anytime." Lance said, his voice sincere.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the quiet crackle of the fire filling the space between them. It wasn't much, but it was enough, a small, shared moment in a world that demanded so much of them both.

For a brief moment, Lance felt as though both of them had grown a little closer, but the feeling didn't last.

'Why in the world are goblins prettier and sexier than all the girls I've ever met in my life?'