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Alexandros of his own village, and just the thought of it made him want to cry in anger for what the goblins had stolen from him.
    Alexandros and Elora stood inside waiting at the main gate, and although he had lied claiming he was his father, he did not want to risk being exposed before seeing the centaur king Tobias. Alexandros had never been to Ezadcir, and even though his father Mabruk was welcomed in the village, it did not mean he would be so kindly welcomed so soon or at all. Elora stood close by Alexandros’ side while they waited for Tobias; this was her first time ever far away from her castle grounds, she was terribly frightened being thrown into the world in such a harsh manner.
    “You are not Mabruk…” a voice said. Alexandros looked up to see Tobias approaching them.
    Tobias the centaur king was tall at seven feet. He had long white hair tied up behind his head. His upper body was toned; he had deep brown eyes and thin lips. A long scar starting from the side of his forehead reached down to his chin. Tobias was not an old centaur, around the age of fifty or fifty-five. The horse half of him was a deep black; his tail was grey like the hair on his head, with grey hair around his hooves.
    “You are not Mabruk.”
    His voice was somewhat angry and disappointed for he wished it truly was his good friend Mabruk standing before him.
    “I am sorry; I had to claim that I was to enter your village,” said Alexandros. “I am his son Belen, and this is the Princess Elora of Siruac.”
    “Belen, my boy! You would have been more than welcomed to enter—you and of course your royal friend,” Tobias said with excitement. “How is your father Mabruk? It has been about four winters without seeing him…”
    Alexandros lowered his head; Elora placed her hand on his shoulder.
    “My father and mother were murdered, Tobias. I am not certain how, but the goblins have escaped from their underground prison…they invaded my village…destroying everyone and everything. I came because I know you know where the goblin lands are…and I need you to tell me.”
    A cold look of despair filled Tobias’ face. “I am deeply sorry for your loss, Belen. Your father was truly a great man and warrior. He was my best friend for many years, and it truly saddens me to hear his life was taken from him by the very monsters we thought to be defeated so many winters ago. Vengeance must fill your heart right now, and because Mabruk was a dear friend and for his honor, I will help you.”
    Just then a loud banging came from the other side of the bronze door. The warrior centaur who had let Alexandros and Elora into the kingdom drew his sword.
    “By the gods,” he said with an annoyed voice. “Tobias, my king, it’s that blasted merchant again.”
    Tobias covered his face with both hands. “There is no time for his foolishness right now; get him out of here.”
    “Very well, sir.”
    The warrior centaur kicked open the door and chased the merchant down the rocky dirt road; despite his older age, the merchant flew down the road as if he were the wind.
    The merchant jokingly yelled at the warrior centaur, “What is the matter, not quick enough with those cheap horse shoes?” Only angering the centaur more, causing the centaur to run faster. The merchant and the centaur ran until they were not seen anymore.
    “What on earth was that about? Why would they chase that kind old man down the road?” Elora asked.
    “My lady, that blasted merchant sold my people extremely cheap horse shoes; it caused some to have permanent injury.”
    “Oh, dear…” She said to herself.
    “Let us not waste time or our energy on him anymore and return ourselves to more important matters,” said Tobias. “Goblins…they never work alone; they are stupid pitiful creatures with little brains. They are cowards as well, and they live in the lands of Heshuezo. If you travel there you will surely find them. Your journey will be one that is not easy; you will