According to folklore, if the goblin's bride could present the goblin a white lily, the goblin's endless existence would be ended. And I've been waiting for that white lily for thousands of years for this.
She had neither a father nor a mother when I saw her for the first time, on the day she was born into this world. She is the baby I saved when she was a newborn. At the time, I had half-cold, half-sympathetic eyes for her. Perhaps her birth has lighted my otherwise dreary life. She has a bright smile, so lovely to the heart, and her first and final grin in this brief life is for me.
Winter in renaissance Italy in 1450:
"Ancanta, slow down," I shouted to the young girl who was racing rapidly on the heavy snow; she didn't appear to frightened; she simply raced forward like a small bird eager to discover the huge world.
"Uncle Hector, if you don't run as quickly as me, I'll leave you alone; I'm serious." Ancanta turned to face me, and for the first time, I noticed a curiously naive and innocent grin. From a human girl, that grin didn't appear to contain any thoughts, and for a minute, just for a moment, I wished I could protect that smile forever.
I laughed as I saw Ancanta's figure fade away from my view. I'm a goblin, I can teleport anywhere I choose. Anyway, Ancanta is only a child; how far can she run? But here's the funny thing: I've lost Ancanta, and I can't locate her anywhere, even though I've gone a long way and back to where I was, but I can't see her. My tiny Ancanta vanished like smoke and vanished forever in this world, exactly like the day she arrived in front of me, frail and delicate as if she would vanish at any moment…
“ANCANTA…”
"Have you ever heard of a goblin fairy tale?" The elderly saleswoman, her face wrinkled, looked lovingly at Ancanta and softly caressed her head.
Ancanta appeared to be drawn to the elderly woman's compassionate stare, so she smiled, still with the same sunny grin, and politely replied: "Uncle Hector never told me anything about goblins, they what? Isn't it like the devil to perform the terrifying things Uncle Hector used to warn me about?"
"Of course not." The elderly lady smiled as she handed Ancanta a hot cake that had just come out of the oven "Goblins are the ones who are punished; they made a tremendous error and were punished by the gods above. As punishment, goblins exist on their journey to serve the gods, guide lost souls, and guard children from perils."
"Aren't the goblins pitiful? Having to serve others their entire lives without ever doing anything for themselves, Uncle Hector described persons who only think about others and sacrifice for others as pathetic people. Will the gods be able to forgive and set them free?” Ancanta's wide eyes were full of innocence and compassion as she glanced at the old woman.
"It is stated that if goblins can eat a hundred hearts donated by individuals who have been helped by goblins, then goblins will be released." When she observed the terror, Ancanta's expression was filled with fear. The elderly woman's eyes narrowed "In fact, there is another elf legend, if later the goblin's bride can..."
"Stop frightening children with fairy stories, venerable goddess.” I finally found Ancanta, who was sitting with someone, no, one of the gods, noble god that I am not very interested in “Thanks to your grace, I was unable to locate Ancanta, perhaps next time if you have the desire to seek Ancanta to discuss in your dull existence. Please pardon me."
"Can't you locate her, poor goblin?" The old lady smiled, and her smile was usually so warm; it reminded me of my dear old mother "Hector, she just doesn't want you to find her. It's been hundreds of years, yet you and I are still the same; the only difference is that you've discovered your destiny."
I don't want to prolong a meaningless conversation with a god I despise; if I remain, she'll probably cram my mind with a bunch of the stupidest fairy stories on the globe. life, and at least one of them contains a folk story about elves. I hurriedly grasped Ancanta's hand, drew her towards me, and then politely bowed to the goddess of leisure, who was preparing cookies and took her away.
"I like her; she resembles her mother; they all have wonderful smiles; it's just a shame that people like her are all miserable."
I ignored that goddess's remarks and proceeded on my way, carrying Ancanta; this time I have found Ancanta, and I will not let her from me anymore.
"Uncle Hector, she didn't appear to be a nasty woman, do you?" When Ancanta noticed my fairly hostile move towards the elderly woman, he innocently inquired, "She didn't injure Ancanta; it's simply that Ancanta saw her on the street and she invited me to eat cake; Uncle Hector isn't upset because I abandoned you?"
"Next time, don't listen to strangers, especially odd elderly ladies who want to invite you to eat cake and drink tea." I snorted, caressing Ancanta's head; I didn't like the refined pleasures of the gods, who usually appeared out of nowhere and invited people to try the sacred cakes and wine, and then told them about their own terrible lives. Humans are fortunate in that they do not know what their future will hold, so they have hope and are more motivated to live. "I simply don't like you listening to these fairy stories, later on."
"Do you think goblins are pitiful, Uncle Hector? What sins have the elves done in order to live such a life?" Ancanta gripped me closely, her face flushed from the cold, and I turned involuntarily to delicately kiss her cheek, like a father shielding his young daughter
"The elves are just paying for their mistakes; it's both a gift and a punishment from the gods." Actually, being an elf isn't all that horrible; it's only that goblins get lonely occasionally. What if Ancanta meets an elf later?" I grinned back at Ancanta. "Is Ancanta scared?"
"If elves can be as gorgeous as Uncle Hector, Ancanta is not worried," Ancanta replied in a high-pitched voice, looking adorably cute.
I grinned, the road ahead was still covered in white snow, and I couldn't see the route ahead, but this road was not only for me, but also for Ancanta, and I no longer felt lonely. I used to hope that my dull existence could be spent with Ancanta, and that working as an elf would be so much fun.
Autumn in 1455, in renaissance Italy:
Today is the first day of fall, and I'm sitting on an empty chair, watching the leaves turn yellow. They will fall gradually, just like every human being's life will. They are green with energy and ambition while they are young, but as they get older, they will be like the golden leaves of autumn, gently withering and dropping down into the ground as nutrients to nurture other new leaves That's also Ancanta's life; I didn't think Ancanta would get old and fall like that autumn leaf, but Ancanta is also a human who was raised by an elf. However, she will never be able to break free from humanity's tragic cycle. I suddenly remembered my everlasting existence, and maybe, one day, when I get a lily flower from my imagined bride, I, too, shall be like a human, growing old and dying.
"Mr. Hector" The faraway voice seemed frantic, as if it was something really vital. "My Zeus, Mr. Hector, I have been seeking for you all day, Lady Ancanta at the convent has faced a snag."
What is Ancanta's problem, I wondered? How could anything dreadful happen at a monastery that was once a secure haven for female students? I looked at the old guy, who was breathing heavily, and began asking him what was wrong.
"Sir, the monastery library caught fire today. All of the girls have escaped; just one child is unable to flee; Miss Ancanta has rescued that child..." In a sorrowful voice, the housekeeper added.
"Where is her now?" I can't maintain my cool any more; I have a sense of unease, as if when people I care about die one by one, I will, too.
I dashed to the monastery, where Ancanta was laying still. I look at her, see her breathing weakly, seemingly not breathing anymore, and remember the time when I led her under the heavy snow five years ago, hoping that I would have been able to walk this long distance with her, but now, in front of me, is an Ancanta with wounds and broken breaths, weak like her mother in the past.
"Ancanta, I'm here." I touched her scorched hair tenderly, my eyes straining to fight back tears. "Don't be frightened; I'm here to defend you. Uncle Hector will look after you."
"Uncle Hector" Ancanta opened her weak eyes and gazed at me as if she wanted to utter her final words; she even tried to wipe the tears from my face with her hand. "I'm sorry, but I didn't. I won't be able to stay with you for the rest of my life; all I can hope for is that I can live a good life for you."
Ancanta drew a long breath; she wasn't fine, I sensed. The emotion I never wanted was there in front of me, the sense of punishment, if only I wasn't an elf, if only I could grasp her hand and lead her down the path. at the end, but I can't, I can't do anything, it's insane.
"Uncle Hector, I heard you say, if the elves can eat a hundred hearts presented by the humans the elves helped, the elves will undoubtedly cease their immortal life and become human." Ancanta replied with a grin, that smile still shining at her darkest moments, "Uncle Hector, if there is an afterlife and a hundred lifetimes to come; I'm hoping to be the one to bring you a hundred hearts, so please waiting for me!"
Those were the final words I heard from my Ancanta; she already knew I was an elf but stayed silence; she even had plans for me but didn't want to tell me. Why have you left so quickly, Ancanta? I let Ancanta, a ten-year-old kid, depart the world because I was an elf and had to accept the gods' punishment. My Ancanta, it's fall in Rome today, I've lost my Ancanta, I softly touched her closed eyes, sensing her last breath, my Ancanta, it's autumn in Rome today, I've lost my Ancanta.
My little Ancanta has just left me, and even though it has been more than fifty years since Ancanta died, my heart is filled with nostalgia. I blame myself as well as my own fate. If I had not adopted Ancanta at the time and had allowed her to live a regular human life, she would now be married with children and enjoying a very happy life.I used to stroll around old shops, rereading novels that Ancanta had read, but everything seems to have vanished. The world is always changing, and mankind grows according to a set of rules. On today's streets, there are various vehicles and equipment that have steadily gotten more contemporary. Yes, I'm a goblin, and I don't change, but because of my identity, I always have to change my last name and identification. My current name is Michel Lee."Good day, Mr. Lee. I received a call from the police stating that there is a problem with your passport and ID card; my name is Henry, and I am the attorney that represents you in resolvin
"Damn it!" I screamed as I noticed Ancanta's journal getting crushed; possibly pedestrians didn't realize that anything was laying on the road since their consciousness was low, without even realizing they are treading on other people's property. When a young child saw my distress, she went over, picked up the journal, and handed it to me. I gave her a grateful grin, knowing that there are still nice people in the world.Back to the youngster I ran into; I was surely that he wasn't human, perhaps an elf like me, but more likely some deity mocking me. I gave him a wary look before turning my attention to the book he was carrying in his hand. The book was fairly ancient, and the outer cover appeared to have been covered with a thick coating of dust, obscuring the text printed on it. If I recall properly, I had seen this book, the book that made me live forever in this dreadful everlasting existence."His name is not in the death book," Hades approached a god of death on
"Aubrey?" My eyes began to change color slightly, could it be that the person who gave the kid this name is the owner of the goblins, after all, only a name scares the elves? Demigod? I've heard numerous legends of demigods, incredibly bold and aggressive people who inherited their heavenly god parents and were more strong than mortals. The ancient monsters were all eliminated by competent demigods, but in the end, demigods were just half-humans, half-gods, and they had to live samsaric lives, not everlasting like gods. Only truly outstanding demigods can be made a minor deity and become immortal."Enough of that, you’d better go home," said a voice that made both Aubrey and me turn around. The guy approaching was tall, dressed in a loose robe with a big hat that hid his entire face, and he came slowly towards us, each step causing the earth around him shake and appearing to be frozen everything he touched. Isn't this Thanatos, the god of death in Rome? "Your father req
In 1453, Ancanta wandered through a thick layer of snow, now she has become a young girl with an extremely beautiful face. Her crimson lips and long black hair curled into small curls, her cheeks were always rosy when the weather started to get colder. Ancanta looked beautiful at the age of fifteen, as beautiful as a muse of Rome. She looked up at the falling snowflakes with black eyes, Ancanta seemed a little sad.When she and Uncle Hector were strolling in the deep snow three years ago, she happened upon an old woman preparing a cake. The scent drew a youngster like her at the time, so Ancanta immediately hurried to the old woman who was preparing bread and was told the story of the elves, the species known as servants of the gods. Ancanta initially thought she was listening to a fairy tale, but she couldn't believe it when she witnessed her uncle Hector holding a massive sword to slaughter a giant beast and save a kid a few days later.Ancanta had no idea what the c
When I awoke after a long coma, my head began to throb so intensely that it seemed like a large automobile was purposefully striking my skull. I winced, massaging my temples gently with my fingers to lessen my headache, then looked around to see where I was and what was going on.Today's weather in Italy appears to be rather pleasant; sunshine is purposely filtering through my curtains, and I can even hear the birds chirping outside in the yard, as if embracing a new day. It turned out that I was at home, at my villa on the Hill, where I'd been residing for almost a century. It's weird because if someone pays attention to the home, especially to a goblin who has lived in this mansion for a hundred years, they would suffer a heart attack and die. I provide over all of the legal documents pertaining to real estate sales to Henry. Money will ultimately return to my pocket, but under a different name, not the one I had previously. This Henry performed an excellent job; those both
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I must admit that I am both furious and terrified since this boy is not only a demigod, but also an immortal. In essence, Aubrey is not eternal; rather, his time has been momentarily halted, or rather frozen. When Aubrey is the son of Hades, perhaps this is a privilege because he can halt his own age without being subject to the rules of birth and death for hundreds of years. However, the age freeze cannot be maintained indefinitely, and Aubrey will soon age as well, although surviving a few hundred years longer is already a privilege for him. At the thought of being immortal, I shivered involuntarily. Is it possible that I, too, am an eternal goblin? Not only that, but I have incredible powers, but when I have to exist for such a long period, everything around me gradually changes and I have to adjust, and I almost forget who I used to be. It was a heinous crime."When I left that space, everything outside changed," Aubrey explained. "I couldn't find my home in Rome, I didn'
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