An encounter

In the heart of the southeast of the sinister forest, where hundreds of millions of creatures, each as dangerous as the next, was born a young goblin. Small in size, his gray skin was dotted with small warts. Since his childhood, he had already been confronted with the great danger posed by the forest, and he considered all this to be normal.

Since the death of his parents, or at least of those he could have considered his parents, since they once tried to eat him, he lived on his own. He wandered wherever there was something to munch on, whether it was the remains of other higher-class creatures that hunted in groups or small beasts not dangerous enough for him. Everything passed under his sharp little teeth.