the ones chosen by Jafari

*c***k* a crowd of people cheered in pure joy, their sounds of bliss echoed through what sounded like an long empty hall, those noises faded though, disappearing slowly. Did people come to cheer them on now, to laugh at me? In the darkness Jaren started crawling back in pure panic 'no please, don't hurt me, I'm sorry I'm sorry!' when he felt his head hit the stone wall, he closed his eyes, curled up in a ball and braised himself for a violent assault. He suddenly felt himself getting lifted up as if he was a piece of cloth; his feet did not even touch the ground, giant hands cupped him under his armpits. Expecting to be flung to the floor, he screamed as hard as he could. He hoped that someone in the crowd would help. When the cold hard floor didn't break his face Jaren opened his eyes An old man, grey hair and dark green skin looked back at him. His ears where pointy, long and seemed to twitch from now and then. One of his eyes was slashed, putting a gruesome scar on the man his face. The scar had long healed, however it got there. The man was no longer bothered by it. He spoke gibberish but he did that with a charming smile revealing his white sharp teeth, ending his sentence with a confident 'Jaren!' 'at least he knows my name' jaren thought. The old man laid jaren back on the ground on a soft blanket on his back. That man then walked out of the cave, poking back in the room to wave to those he left behind. Turning on his belly Jaren looked at where he was, finally noticing the hundreds of green baby's around him, all quit. One stared back at him, smiling widely. 'they killed me' Jaren's eyes started to tear up, he started snickering and then letting his cries describe his sorrows. 'they really killed me, Cassie, Newt, Jeff!' Jaren was only 15 when he died. He was a skinny boy, and his growth spurt had yet to start, leaving him more undeveloped than the others. He was shorter, still had a childlike voice and had almost no body hair (except his head). At school he didn't talk with his peers, choosing to sit alone at the stairwell when it was lunch time, he was to shy to see them, cause around them, they where. Newt was the leader of his sorrows. What first started as teasing of Jaren for his undeveloped body, continued as bullying throughout his school life. From stealing his money to blackmail him they did it all. When te school year started to end Jaren was done with being lonely, he started making friends, started working out and sought a hobby. He convinced himself to better his life, with the Ultimate goal of being 'that guy.' He had people to reach out to when Newt and his gang came around. One day, when Jaren was walking to the gym, his body a little bit more swole, muscle lines appearing with a tinge of stretch marks. He suddenly got pulled into a alley. Now being held by the shoulders he questioned his kidnappers. Out of the shadows Newt came, saying, nearly sociopathic like: 'you thought you could escape me, hmm Jaren. Not with your skeleton body making all that noise'. Jaren did not even answer to that, only rolling his eyes. 'leave me alone man.' 'man!? I'm not your man, man!' Jaren pulled his arms from the two behind him, throwing them on the ground with his new found strength. 'I don't know what is going on in your life, but don't involve me in your stress relieve system' Jaren was sure that he had a tough home situation, but he didn't want to assume. He proceeded to walk out of the alley not turning back, until he heard footsteps rushing at him. He turned around to confront whomever but instead got wacked across his face with a baseball bat, falling and with a loud * c***k* broke his neck on the edge of the trash can behind him. ... 'Is this really how I'm going out, is this really what i die as' Still wailing, Jaren felt the baby next to him petting his shoulder. He turned his head sideways to see the previous baby, cooing, and throwing Jaren a kind smile, as if to say :' it will be alright'. He didn't know who that baby was but his mind was calmed. The baby turned to his belly and started crawling away, and so did the others, but not all of them, some where crying for their own reasons. The competition had started. As if instinctually he started crawling to where the others went, to food, he could smell it. They arrived at tal grass, at the side of the cave, where the other babies already were feasting on everything they could see, grass, bugs and even rocks, you could name it. Jaren starten doing the same. It was strange to him, was he really dead, if so this didn't really look like heaven. Then maybe he wasn't dead maybe I just panicked and this is just some extreme dream where I eat grass Jaren thought. He didn't know what was going on The fact that their instincts where already guiding him and the others to food, that he also already could crawl meant that this world of the goblin's was not an easy one. He ate more than the rest (more than 5 handfuls) trying to eat his sadness away and when he was done, he looked at the other 60 babies. And decided that he was not going to life under any of their or someone else's boot, ever again. Every advantage that he had now, he would use. That meant also this day. He started exploring his surroundings, going out of the room while the other babies (probably his siblings) stayed behind. He was in a cave, the ground was rough, with a few patches of grass here and there, every 15 meter on the wall there was a torch lighting the cave up for a few extra meters. They helped but they didn't hide Jaren his human fear for the dark After a hour of following the patches grass, finally seemed to get to the main hall. An open ground where all other rooms connected, with the way outside right in front of him. Peeking outside, he saw the deep darkness of the forest, some parts were visible thanks to the moon shine. It was quit outside, with seemingly no animals to be seen. The trees were tall, healthy and it's leaves sometimes ruffled satisfyingly with a push of the silent winds. Looking into the sky Jaren looked at the beautiful moon; It was partly covered by the clouds, even then he could see that it shined with a faint purple glow, it looked powerful. When the winds moved the clouds jaren could see that the moonshine wasn't from one but 'TWO MOONS' he called out in pure surprise. One was bigger than the other, dominating not only in size but in presence. He didn't know why, but even in his new unknown body, he felt stronger that ever and it was because of that bigger moon. 'It is because of that bigger moon lad.' a voice came out of no where, clear, deep, and a very English accent. Jaren shook out of his fascination and immediately looked for the person. 'Don't worry lad, I wil most certainly not hurt you.' the voice reassured 'I am Jafari the god of your new world, hello Jaren.' he kindly said. 'God, new world, are you the one who allowed me to die? why can't I see you?' Jaren looked around panicked he's going to tell me I'm in hell isn't he. 'Wow, one question at a time now. Yes I am god, No I did not allow you to die, you can't see mee cause your spirit is too weak, but it's a wonder you can hear me, an finally no, the devil is the one who does that. Not too bright on your Christianity aren't you lad.' Jaren did not have a answer for that, not for anything at the moment in fact. The ground quacked terrifyingly; this was not an earthquake, though it came close, jaren felt an anger in the dirt , one of a beast. He was ready to turn his butt around and leave 'Too bad, this moon only shines a few times per cycle, or as we said a year. Go inside Jaren, the beast won't be here tomorrow, that's when you should explore.' Jaren didn't have to be told twice, he was already crawling. 'Oh and jaren, do your absolute best, I am going to need you still. Till the next time.' Only parts of that where heard by Jaren, he was already rushing to his blanket.