The chosen one is what? part 3

“Don’t you have some clothes, son?” Asks the doctor and averts his eyes. Marc is standing next to me still naked. “I’m afraid not. I am not from here.” The doctor finished caring for my arm and opened a drawer by the door. “Let’s see. Ahh! There it is. It’s not much but it’s better than nothing.” He handed Marc a piece of cloth. A white gown with blue dots. “Seeing as your wife here might need a visit at the tailors too, I recommend you head over there next.”

Back out on the Main Street, Marc and I thought about our next move. We need clothes, food and a stay for the night. First we needed money for any of that.

I managed to sell my shoes for a few coins to a goblin in an alleyway.

With that money we headed to the tailor.

“Please just some old linen no one wants anymore.” I begged but the tailor just continued to laugh at us.

“What that bit of change you might get a herring if you’re lucky, but surely no piece of my fabrics.” We turned to leave.

“You might be able to trade in what is left of your dress for a few pieces. Of course you would also need to bulk up the trade value a little.” The tailor grinned slyly. “I’m sure you get the idea.

I slam the door shut behind me, when we left. I marched ahead in a plain tunic not much different from a pillowcase, Marc followed close in the same attire with my baby in his arms. “That dirty motherfucker! I hope he strangles himself with his fabrics one day.” I knead my jaw. My stomach grumbles. “Come on, let’s get some food.” I say and take my baby.

We actually managed to buy two herrings with our money. However, with that money spend, we didn’t have enough for a room.

So we set up a camp outside the village in near the forest. I gathered some more berry’s, nuts and sticks while Marc watched the fire and the little one.

Without me noticing them, the goblins started following around.

Later that evening, we sat by the campfire preparing the herring. “Are you sure you don’t want some?” I ask. “How can you spend the whole day on your feet without a meal?” Marc nods. “I am running on the energy of the sun.”

For a moment I just chew in the fish before asking in all seriousness “Are you a god?”.

Marc shakes his head. “I am a bot. I was created to please humans.”

“So you’re one of the gods’ servants? Send to help us?”

“No, I-“ we were interrupted by goblins storming our camp chanting and cheering “The chosen one! The chosen one!” It was like a wave of little green figures washed over our camp.

“Chosen one?” I shouted over the noise of the goblins “What are they talking about?”. Marc had problems keeping the goblins from climbing up his legs without hurting them. “I don’t know. I think there has been some misunderstanding.”

“The chosen one saved us from the rule of the dark elves.” “He killed their leader!” “The prophecies have come true!”, I heard from all around us.