Chapter Seven: A Village of Many
The hollow was quiet when Kael returned, Umbra leading the way, his golden eyes scanning the trees. Behind them came the freed captives: goblins, dwarfs, elves, and other timid forest creatures, all blinking in the sunlight as they adjusted to freedom.
Kael's eyes swept over his village, now fully transformed into a proper settlement. Huts clustered around the forge and well, smoke curling from chimneys, wolves patrolling the perimeters. His goblins and Durgan worked near the forge, moving with confidence and skill.
The survivors stopped at the edge of the hollow, uncertain, weary, and frightened. Kael raised his hand.
"Everyone," he called, voice carrying. "You are safe here. This village, this home, belongs to anyone who wishes to contribute. Hunger, fear, or weakness will not bar you—but idleness and destruction will not be tolerated."
The goblins, eager to show Kael their growth, gathered beside him, chattering encouragements. Raguk stepped forward. "They can work with us, War-chief. Let's show them what it means to be part of something bigger."
Kael first arranged for basic needs. Food was gathered: meat, grain, and fresh water from the well. He assigned helpers to distribute clothes, blankets, and medicinal herbs to anyone injured or sick. Durgan helped the dwarfs recover from exhaustion, inspecting their hands and teaching them to treat blisters and cuts properly.
Kael walked among the rescued. "You will be assigned work," he told them, "according to your strengths. This is not punishment—it is survival, and your contribution will keep this village alive."
He gestured toward the forge. "Dwarfs, you will continue smithing. Your skill is unmatched. Weapons, tools, and armor—your hands shape our future."
Several dwarfs straightened, pride returning to their posture. "Aye, War-chief," one muttered.
Kael then pointed toward the forest. "Elves and skilled hunters—your eyes, speed, and archery will keep us fed and warn us of danger. You will lead hunts and train others in tracking and stealth."
An elf stepped forward, bow in hand. Her hair was silver in the sunlight, eyes sharp and calculating. "I am Lyria," she said, voice calm but firm. "I will serve as lead hunter, War-chief. My bow and runes will guide your people safely, and I will teach them to strike true."
Kael nodded. "Very well, Lyria. Your skills will be invaluable. Teach them to respect the forest, and you will guide them to safety and food alike."
Kael continued. "Goblins—most of you have shown skill in crafting and building. Keep improving the village, and train those who lack experience. The village grows stronger when everyone contributes."
Even the timid forest creatures were given roles. Birds and smaller animals were guided toward helping gather herbs or small prey. Some were paired with goblins to carry supplies or run messages.
Assignments completed, Kael had everyone shown sleeping areas and communal spaces. Huts were divided logically, with dwarfs near the forge, goblins clustered around storage and workshops, and hunters and elves near the forest edge for fast deployment.
Kael addressed the village once more. "This hollow is more than walls and wood. It is more than the forge or well. It is a home. But a home is only strong when its people are united. Every one of you has a place here, a purpose, and a responsibility. Prove your loyalty, and you will thrive. Fail, and you will find no mercy in this forest."
Umbra padded beside him, growling softly as if reinforcing his words.
Later that evening, Kael walked the edge of the hollow with Lyria. The elf scanned the trees with sharp eyes, fingers tracing faint runes in the air, a soft glow illuminating her hands.
"I see why your people follow you," Lyria said quietly. "You give them purpose… and strength. I am honored to serve."
Kael's crimson eyes softened slightly. "Your magic is valuable. Runes can protect, track, and even enhance our hunts. You will teach others, but do not underestimate what you bring alone. Your skill will inspire them."
Lyria nodded, and for the first time in the hollow, Kael felt that this settlement was no longer just goblins and him—it was truly a village of many, each race bringing strength to the whole.
The fire from the central pit reflected in Kael's eyes as he looked across the village. Wolves patrolled, children played, dwarfs hammered, goblins hauled wood, and elves moved silently among the trees.
This was no longer a dream. This was a kingdom in the making.