“Why do you sing, oh mushrooms of old” I said, crouching down listening to a patch erupt into a new song, sweet and hypnotising. They didn’t answer, however, just kept on singing, as they always do. Sometimes I wonder if they can actually talk at all, and singing is just their main way of communication. Some of these mushrooms much be ages old, older than some of the trees even, well, that’s the only explanation I can find for some of them singing songs in an old language, which is unknown to me.
Anyway, as I was sat, I heard a noise, a scream, come from behind the bushes. I got to my feet immediately, as if someone had shot at me, and the bullet had landed centimetres away from my body.
I ran forth, and there I saw it. The same goblin I had fought that one time. I thought he was over this thing with the princess, he had tricked me, and I should have expected it; never, ever trust a goblin about anything.
I thrust forth, but it was too late, the lovely princess was in his arms, and he was sprinting away, much faster than his stubby little legs should take him.
I ran and tried to catch up, drawing my sword, and behind me, I heard the footsteps of someone coming to help me. I looked around, only for a second to see who it was, and I could not believe my eyes. The boy who I had met at the grand oak.
And something else I noticed, every single mushroom along the path, no, every mushroom in the forest was singing loudly, and in that ancient language too.
Uhhh, it got so loud I had to cover my ears, something was happening, the goblin had stopped too, but I could not move to get him, the very air was vibrating, as were the cells in my body, if this noise gets any louder, I could die…..
