So, you want me to tell you my story so you can write it down?
A quite unusual request, I would say… People tend to ask me to
spare there lives or to put an end to their suffering… Yes, right,
you are not someone… You’re a kind of strange-speaking self-
writing book… Anyway, let’s give it a try.
I was born… Why does it always have to start that way? I don’t
know who I was born from, neither where I was born. And it’s
quite a mystery for me since it has to be related to my whole
The first thing I remember was this bone cage I was trapped in.
It was made of ribs, big ones… But you certainly know that when
you are a child, everything looks bigger. And there was that cranium.
Never moving, staying in the corner, but always looking at me.
I could feel it, a powerful presence that gave me the chill but was…
kind of fascinating. I still don’t know what creature the skull came
from, I never encountered such a creature, but am I strong enough
to survive such an encounter yet?
So, I was trapped in that cage and so I couldn’t move much. But I
could see. The cage was the center of a big round tent, but no sun
could get through, only three torches lit the place. The stone ground
was strange. It was really dark and hard, like an old lava rock, but it
was more the symbols on it that aroused me.
Those symbols were made of flesh and bones, and formed circles
around my prison. I still don’t know what they meant, as I still don’t
know lots of things about me, but those red and white curves and
angles drawn on the floor made me feel ill at ease.
Everyday… Well I suppose it was everyday, an old goblin, Ragkarr
came in the tent to feed me with rotten flesh. He also taught me how
to speak and how to read, and often related stories. My favorite one
was the Legend of One Eyed Hydrargyrum, whom, as I had never
been named, I took the name. It talks about a puppet master who wishes
to create the perfect puppet, and so, after a lot of more and more
realistic tries, a puppet becomes real and kills its master.
I don’t know why I am telling you that… Anyway.
One day, Ragkarr gave me a present : chicken bones. They were really
white and nice, but useless… So I stored them in the corner, near the
skull. I never slept well since that day, until the awakening.
Like every night, I had a dream about the chicken bones. Like always,
I saw the bones gathering into a chicken skeleton, and like always, I
woke up when the chicken skull came in place and the jaws spread in
a silent scream. This time, however, when I opened my eyes, I saw
the chicken skeleton standing right next to me, and I as started moving,
the bones fell apart in a small clinking noise.
Then I knew. I was the one who did this, thanks to the power of the skull.
So I practiced, I tried to repeat this phenomenon. Within two feeding cycles,
I managed to connect two bones and move them together. At this point,
I thought it was just a matter of time before I could play with the whole
skeleton. Ragkarr smiled each time I showed him my results, even if he
seemed more and more gloomy.
And then, one day, he didn’t come.
Instead of him, a younger goblin that I never saw before, as I never met
anyone besides Ragkarr, entered the tent. He didn’t bring me food, he
only told me “Ragkarr is dead, come with me”, and he opened the cage.
I was freed. I got out of my cage, looking back at the skull, and, hesitating
a little, got my head through the fur that served as the tent’s door.
Then my eyes saw what was outside.