Adventures Of A Goblin

"It appears that you enjoy being the last one to get to the room".

When Orun was brought in through the gate, he was escorted further into an establishment with a building far different from what Orun was used to seeing.

A building shaped in the form of a ring, a really large ring and he was taken to the top most layer of that ring.

"How do you expect me to come early if all you do is inform me of the occasion at a late hour?".

Orun took his seat right next to the Elven queen as always. With his eyes faced to the front, he was able to see the inner part of the ring shaped building.

It was not just a ring building, it is an arena and he is sitting at the highest position where he could see the other spectators from all sides.

The settings of the arena is the same way the podium in the ball room was set, but this one has five steps and is way larger than where the queen, the princess, the council of elves and the high ranking elves sat on.

The fifth step is where the seat of the average spectators are, and there are a whole lot of them present.

Even with his eyes, Orun could not see a seat that was not already occupied.

"You brought me to an arena, I want to know why".

Orun was uncomfortable with the mood brought about by the arena ground.

It reminded him of the moments he spent being locked up in a cage and forced to fight for the amusement of others.

The arena grounds of the elves has a more subtle mood and the ground is not dyed in blood nor is the air surrounding it stinking with the smell of rotten corpse.

There is no steeled rusty cage covering the above of the arena grounds, giving the air free passage to come and go as it sees fit.

The mood the arena gave off was equal to how friendly tournament matches are conducted, without the blood or the shadows of death looming around.

It wasn't that bad for a beginner to see, but for Orun who has experienced the dreadfulness of being locked up in a cage and forced to fight for his life, with every of his movements acting as a measurement tool for if he will live or die in there.

For the man who has such experiences, the subtle mood of the Elven arena made him feel nauseous when he first set his eyes on it.

"I am familiar with the belief of your race, so I had this prepared just for your amusement".

Dilya was referring to how Monsters belief in the survival of the strong and the enslavement of the weak.

She figured a tournament fight is one of the ways to keep Orun amused and entertained according to his racial preferences.

He is grateful that she is going that far to impress him for reasons he still does not know about, but he wished she wouldn't have resorted to conducting an arena tournament.

"What about your people, do they find this as a source of entertainment as well".

The Elves are living in a place that can only be described to as a paradise, a place where their is harmony as a single racial entity.

It was unknown if such race will take pleasure in an aggressive brawl between two contestants.

"They do enjoy the display of two warriors brawling it out".

The Arena is the only way they can get to see what combat between two opposing forces feels like.

It is their ticket out of the boredomness of living their daily lives repeatedly in a circle.

"If that is the case, then yes. I believe I will also enjoy the spectacle of watching a friendly brawl I presume is a match without blood being spilled or flesh chipped away from their bodies".

The Elves are going to be fighting with protective gears on and the officials will see to it that whatever weapon they will be making use of will not be able to penetrate their armor.

Orun questioned what sort of entertainment could be found in a staged match where there is no bloodshed or an expressive agony on the faces of the contestants.

"That is right. This is a bloodless match, a peaceful one that will only involve the contestants exchanging their arms in a friendly manner".

Orun could already feel his brain on the verge of shutting itself down at the thought of watching the kind of fight that the Elven queen had just described to him.

"you don't look too happy about that idea".

Dilya caught a glimpse of Orun's expression when she told him what kind of match they would be having.

He had a bored expression on his face that indicated how displeased he was by the idea.

"I do apologize greatly. The kind of match you seek goes against the conduct of my people. I ask you to bear with me by opening your mind to the sheer possibility of you enjoying the outcome of the match".

A bloodless match with no cutting of flesh? He doubts if there is any satisfaction to be derived in a match like that.

The outcome of whoever wins is already so predictable in that they both go home safe and sound with not a care as to how to treat their Injuries.

Being stuck inside a barrier might be a safe comfort from any outside intruders, but it also brings with it sourness in taste.

Orun's advice for any elves that is capable of watching a duel without blood being spilled is to get themselves up and find their way out of the barrier and into the real world.

Its okay to get yourself trapped in your fantasy where all you wish for is immediately done with just a thought.

It is okay to live that kind of life, but it is not okay to continue living it while neglecting the realism that the real life has to offer.

There can never be an ideal real life that will meet the needs of every single person living in it. The elves needs to so badly know that.

That is, if they do not already know that.

They need to get themselves out of their shell and into the real world. They need the experience to help in their growth.

Are what Orun is thinking about them, but telling that to the queen who is being so nice to him is not a way to return the kind gesture of another.

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