56 A conversation I will never remember (1/2)

It was the first night in the house without Hylia's cat girl body. She was still here, but a spider is not something that you really want to cuddle up with. This did not change Hylia's nature however, and she soon settled down on my chest, right between me breasts. She seemed rather content and soon fell asleep.

I stayed awake for a long time, my mind kept going back to that scene in the cave. Having gone through so much in the last month I really hadn't had much time to think about it at all.

I had been cursed by the demigod of the goblins. That made sense to me, I had slaughtered my whole clan as a goblin. I had actually done some research on this, and it was rather common for gods to curse the members of a race who committed great crimes against their kin.

The blessing from Fenfir even made sense. I had solved an problem for him that aided in his plans for... I had no idea what he had planned.

But, what never really made sense to me was the blessing from Eliondra. Why had the Elven goddess taken pity on me? And why had I become a dark elf? That wasn't the normal evolution of goblins.

The problem kept circulating in my mind, preventing me from sleeping. The blessing had eventually been absorbed by the Goddess of War like the rest and became a single blessing, but the question was plaguing me. It was almost as if I was possessed by the question.

I could no longer stand it and carefully equipped my clothing while laying down. Making sure that Hylia was secured and still asleep in my bosom I left our cottage. My destination was the shrine to the Elven goddess.

I had never been there, but with the help of my map I was soon able to find it. It's location was actually not far from where I currently was, and would only take me a few minutes to walk there.

Unlike the shrine to the goddess of war there was no attendant to Eliondra's shrine. There was not even a building. There was only a large statue of an Elven beauty, her left eye had the same sun symbol as my own.

I bowed to the image of Eliondra and then knelt. It was not a half hearted bow like I did with the goddess of war, rather a full bow, the kind Hylia did to her own goddess.

I had never knelt to anyone of my own accord in my life, but for some reason it had felt natural to bow to Eliondra. I even found it strange that I did not think of her as a goddess, rather the relationship seemed much closer.

I did not pray, I simply knelt and waited. I did not wait long until I felt a presence. It was not the terrifying presence of the goddess of war, nor was it the egotistical presence of the bug god. This presence was warm, like the living embrace of a mother.