Tyra, The Untamed

Chapter Three

As she watched through the bushes, Tyra heard something behind her. Her eyes darted to the left, then the right. When she couldn't find out what was stalking her, she slowly turned around.

And there it was.

A goblin.

No joke, it was a green, strange, alien like thing with slavering teeth and eyes etched with red. It had long, elf-like ears and a crooked nose.

It looked like it was burning from the inside.

All Tyra learned about goblins was that there was this huge scourge going on, many species were dying, and some, under the leadership of an elven woman named Valera, were trying to fight back. That, and the fact that Tyra really wanted to help.

But all she had now was a small hunting knife for skinning things and defending herself against foxes and wolves.

Not goblins.

What could she even do against a goblin?

...fight?

The goblin leaned towards her, drooling. Tyra held out her knife in front of her, snarling back.

The thing had a huge club in one hand, and what looked like claws on the other. It tilted the hand with the club back, ready to swing. Tyra tensed.

And the goblin struck.

Tyra rolled out of the way, letting her instincts take over. Suddenly, it didn't look as scary anymore. After all, the goblin took a second or so to tilt it's club back and swing it towards her, while she could just charge with her knife. Also, she was close to 17, which was practically 18, the normal maturity for humans.

The goblin tilted it's club back again, but this time Tyra surged forward, her knife in front of her, ready to stab it. She saw an opening to the goblin's throat, and, once close enough,  thrust her knife into the neck-

And the goblin swung.

Tyra was pushed up and to the left, where she lay on the ground. She staggered up, her hair undone and her knife ready again.

But the goblin wasn't necessarily after her.

No, it was after the forest. 

It set fire to the forest Tyra loved, burning down tree after tree.

She couldn't let the goblins destroy the forest. Tyra charged after the goblin, stabbing her knife into what she assumed was it's weak spot—it's stomach.

The creature bellowed in pain, lurching forward. Tyra pulled her knife from the goblin, striking down the goblin with a knife to the throat. She whipped her head around and stomped out some of the fire, but there was too much burning down the forest for her to get rid of alone.

So she would get help.

She had to.

Tyra ran back to the town, faster than she had every ran in her life—after all, Tyra ran slowly, in a way that would save her stamina and let her run more than any other in the village her age.

"Help!" She screamed, whipping her head around frantically. "Goblins ate setting fire to the forest!"

"Oh?" Arvid stepped out of Tyra's house. "Are you sure? It's good to have a fun imagination-"

"NO!" Tyra yelled. "I saw it!" She swung her head around, then turned back to her father. "Bring some buckets of water. I'll take one."

Tyra ran into the house, took a wooden bucket, ran outside, filled the bucket with water from the well, then ran to the forest as fast as she could with her bucket in hand.

She dumped her water onto some fire, and ran back.

The goblins wouldn't burn the forest down.

Tyra wouldn't let them.

Arvid is my character