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Chapter 2 – The Goblin Palace

At that moment, there was a call from one of the houses in the alleyway. “Oy, what yer doin?” A drunken, scabby face leered out from a window at Pipkin. Tucking himself into a shadow, his heart beating wildly, Pipkin froze. Something was now coming down the street towards him. He could hear it dragging itself towards the stable. Shadows moved. A yellow, pus-filled eye glinted.

The street goblins each picked up a ragged, rusted blade and began to make their way towards the shifting shadow. Pipkin waited hoping that he would not be seen…

Chapter 3 – To the Fiery Hills

With a flourish, what had appeared to be a shadow, stood tall. It was Scarface, one of the Gorm leaders. His body was encased in metal armour, his face mask was fashioned from metal and rabbit skulls hung from his belt. In his hand, he clutched a black, serrated sword. The street goblins screeched a warning and within seconds the streets were crammed with hundreds of goblins of all shapes, sizes and colours.

When the fighting had cleared, there were many bodies in the darkened alleyway and no sign of Scarface. Cautiously, Pipkin crept back to the stable, badly shaken by what he had seen. A strange coldness had crept into his body and clutched at his heart. He was sure that Scarface had come for the little rabbits!

By sunrise, Pipkin, Pascoe and Prue had left the Goblin Palace far behind and were heading across a great plain towards the Fiery Hills. The journey took almost all day and so it was that by nightfall, they found themselves sheltering in a cave on the hillside close to the largest peak where smoke steamed. The mountain glowed in the darkness and made strange rumbling sounds as if a giant was trapped inside its belly. Pascoe was worried that they were too close but Pipkin showed her the map and sure enough their route took them over the hillside, right by the fiery mountain itself.

Outside the cave, the bitter wind swept snow across the bleak landscape. Inside, Pascoe busied herself making a small fire and began to roast chestnuts and mushrooms. Nervously, Pipkin unwrapped the one item that his father had given him before he disappeared. It was a small elvish blade that had the name ‘Moonclaw’. It glowed a strange green in the half-light of the cave. Even Prue knew that that was a bad sign for it meant that goblins were close by!

The walls of the cave seemed to creak and bulge until there was a blinding flash of light and through a hole cave goblins poured. Within seconds, the little rabbits were trussed up in sticky threads that must have come from a tame mountain spider. Prue buried his head, Pascoe glared at the goblins and Pipkin struggled to hide his Moonclaw so that they would have at least one weapon.

Too late! A shadow squeezed into the cave and even the goblins shrank back. Scarface sneered at Pipkin. “Going somewhere?” he hissed through his metallic mask. “Going nowhere, I think!” he added, clicking his fingers. Scurrying forwards, the goblins bundled the children back into the mountainside and carried them deep into the centre until they came to a massive cavern. It was here that the Gorm waited in their thousands, safe in their secret hiding place, sharpening their weapons and preparing for war. Terrified, Pipkin stared at Scarface. It looked as if the army was waiting, waiting to attack the one place that the rabbits thought that they would be safe – the rocky caves of Splinter Holm!

© Pie Corbett 2021

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