The waterfall

“I cannot believe that those stinking goblins got so much blood on me” I growled. “I am Fenrin, son of Farex. Pack of the greatest warriors of the Wolvir kingdom. Here I am, reduced to taking on contracts for the adventurer’s guild to prove my worth.”

I hiked through the woods, stepping over tree roots and through foliage to find the waterfall. I needed to bathe. Get this blood washed from myself as soon as possible.

Not long I thought. Through this forest, a short walk along a hillside and soon I’ll be at the waterfall.

“Once this year is up, and I return home. Father will see. He’ll see how great of a warrior I am and accept me into the ranks of the king’s elite.”

Father believed me to be too naive and eager for battle to join the elite warriors. Even though I bested all companions in my training, and even one of the instructors. Still, father denied me to join as a warrior. He said I needed to know more of the world, gain experience, start with low risk adventures. Work my way through the adventurer’s guild ranks to platinum status that boasted greater threats with contracts.

Does he see me too weak to be apart of the elites? Does he believe I would die so easily in our kingdoms wars?

A year, I told my father before I left. One year it will take me to gain platinum status. Currently I am iron status. But with continued work, and determination I will achieve bronze before the month is gone.

The stench of goblin blood continued to violate my nostrils as I made it through the forest. Why must goblins stink so much? I am no stranger to blood, or its smell. I find it intoxicating from other creatures. But goblin blood is the foulest I have had the misfortune to come across.

Not many wolvir have joined the adventurer’s guild. So my presence came as a shock to many there. In appearance I resemble a common variety wolf but with key differences. I stand at 6ft and 5inches, with short jet black fur across my body. A noticeable difference between wolvir and wolves, are the snout and hands. A wolvir snout is much shorter in length, over an inch more than a human males mouth and jaw. We still have razor sharp fangs. And our hands, resemble human hands, not paws like wolves. We have fingers and opposable thumbs, yet still have deadly claws that that can slightly retract to mimic human finger nails.

Passing along the hillside, in the distance I could hear the crashing of water. The waterfall was close. Last I’d been there was a week ago. I helped guide a merchant and his wagon to town and passed by the waterfall. It was an exquisite site. The light of the sun hit the water just right that it shimmered and glistened vibrantly. The water fall itself was large enough to be submerged if you stood beneath it. The waters pooled into a small lake that could accommodate a handful of people. It looked like the baths in town but with a picturesque view of the outside scenery. Surrounding it was smooth boulders that one could lie upon to soak up the warmth of the sun after a refreshing dip.

I anticipated the relaxing waters to wash the blood and muck. Sitting on the sides with myself half submerged and to feel the sun on my face. I couldn’t wait.

I came to the end of my journey and needed to walk around the bend to see the glorious view of the waterfall. But as I did come to the waterfall. Another glorious view was there. In the middle of the lake, stood a figure, half naked in pale pink underwear.

A human woman.