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April evolves

Her role has not been easy, fulfilling but tiresome of late. As a demigod, she is not immortal. The championing of the children is especially hard. All those memories of the ones that were lost. All the battles with those who believed that they had the right to throw away a living being just because of a score. All the anger, sorrow and yes happiness. That happiness has been the single thing that has spurred her on.

There have been more happy times than the sad ones. The thoughts have been entering her mind that it may be the time to pass the torch to her son Stanley while the happy times are here.

There is still more to do. More to save but now she is finding that she is relying on others to do the bull work, but it is comforting that she helped so many.

She had been able to make her peace with Gurtrude, aka the matron, and she ended up a good companion. After her release from servitude, now, renamed Destiny, and her adopted daughter settled down. Trish is now married and Destiny is a grandma. That child is spoiled.

They have never taken her to have her score read. That is now becoming the norm in the outlying communities. More and more employers are more interested in what you can do. They have found that there are better all around employees in those who were deemed as low life’s due to a number.

That is the one real thing that has satisfied April. Proving that no one is worthless with the exception of those who cling to that old numbers religion.

Stanley is now in position to fulfill his destiny as successor to her.

She was now in her forties and in this world, it was very near old age. It was uncommon to have someone live to sixty.

All these thoughts have been weighing heavily on her. She closes her eyes when suddenly April is back in the white room with the god of fate.

“It has been years since you were awakened. Now here we are. The things that you have done in this short period, has caught the attention of all the gods. They are well pleased. You have improved all the other areas of life on this planet. It will take the remainder of this century but this planet will be in true peace.”

April is glad to hear that but a little sad that she would not be around to see it.

The entity knew what she was thinking.

“You have trained Stanley and it is now time to turn your title over to him.” That means my journey is at an end. I can finally rest. Or is it that it will be my final rest?”

“You have asked questions that get both answers Yes and yes, no and no. Yes, your journey as the demigod of fools has ended and yes, your life will end. No, your journey has just begun. You are being elevated to ethereal. No, your existence will never end.

As an ethereal you will be eternal. Your attention is needed on other worlds. You will be free to choose your targets but they will always be the same as you have here. The down trodden and the unfortunates.

I will let you choose how to leave this body but leave it you must. You now have a following that worship you. You have been named the patron saint of the unfortunate. The only thing to remember is what has happened to those who were worshiped before you. Most of their remains were torn apart and sold then worshiped as holy relics. Make your plans so your remains are well hidden.”

“How long do I have?”

“For this planet, no more than six months. You have already been given the power to jump to find a resting place for your body. I am sure you will hide it well. When you are ready, we will be here.”

With that I am returned to my companions.

I first tell Stanley that I am passing the title over to him and when.

“My priority is to pass on the title to you. Over these years you have grown. You will live to see the peace that we have tried to obtain. Now it is for you to find that special one that you will eventually surrender your title to. I had fun learning from you. At the time of my departure, you will be empowered with the demigod rank and all that goes with it.

Having explained how everything will happen I let my companions know what will happen and that I must leave this body but I will not die. I tell them that I must hide my remains even from them.

April goes to Destiny and tells her about what will happen.

“I have been told that I am to become an ethereal and will be leaving this body. I am glad to have known you and again I forgive you of those first years as I hope that you can forgive me for those first years of our travels.”

“Before I leave this world, I wanted to tell you that your future is cemented. You have made your latter life your legacy. I also wanted to remind you that I will be watching you. The years that we traveled together were a great comfort.”

With that she hugs Destiny then vanishes.

Based on her demigod experience of instant travel that she called jumps, April, having been given the access to ethereal knowledge, creates a special watch that allows the wearer to travel, in an instant, to other planets. It contains a rudimentary self-intelligence. It teaches the wearer how to use it and repair it as soon as it is put on.

She programs instructions into the watch to have her remains taken to another planet. She will then go to an entirely different planet and have a beast attack her. There is a local woman, living in a cabin close by, that will find her fatally injured. She will tell the woman about distant planets and then, after instructions about the watch, she will let go of this body

Once at the planet of graves. The instructions are in the watch. She will be posed as a greedy person surrounded by gold. This way no one will suspect or know where she is interred. She will leave no record of the watch. The watch will always stay away from April’s home world. The watch owner will never know of the exact origin of the watch and never be curious about that.

The woman who takes her there will be enticed, by the watches program, to continue to travel. The programing will fine tune to the wearer. After quite a few wearers of the watch April, the ethereal, added a program to start picking the successor to a child that looks like the lost partner. The current wearer will be inspired to leave tales and mementos.

The watch is programed to report back to the ethereal April on conditions of different planets. This way April can figure out where to go.

It now comes the time for her to make her jump. The demigod powers are transferred, along with the score boost, powers and all that goes with the title, by the god of fate, to Stanley as April uses the watch to jump to that cabin area. She is fatally wounded and, as she had been told by the ethereal, it removed her from the body and made her an ethereal.

The two jump to the graveyard planet and watch as her old body is placed into her glass room and then is readied for its final resting place. They jumped out before the room was taken out to be placed. April never has gone back to see it. The watch has however reported that it has been visited quite a few times by different jumpers.

The watch informs April that it is the watch owner’s children that are the ones attracted to her site. That pleases her and she makes it a point to see that they are blessed.

April is now the god of fools. She does not like the inference. She is ethereal and does not want to have the ones she helps to be jokingly called April’s fools. She told the gods that now she wanted to continue to guide people, especially the ones in the universe who have had a raw deal. She will watch them and guide them. She gives people special gifts, powers so to speak, that will help them help others. Sometimes she will want to inhabit a material body, to share it. To watch. She likes the sound of that, she now is called by her new ethereal name.

The Watcher.

and I am that dog who, Wait there’s a squirrel, bye! Bark, bark, bark.

The illustrious history of the humming planet

The rise of our Goblin world by Grendx Jumper

Author D.A.Sanford

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Readers be advised

Warning: Contains adult content due to graphic descriptions of any or all of the following:

Battles, Language, Sexual

Both the cover and images in this book are not photographs or hand drawn art. They were created using AI text to graphics programs by the author.

The illustrious history of the humming planet. The rise of our Goblin world by Grendx Jumper

© 2024 D. A. Sanford

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The illustrious history of the humming planet

The rise of our Goblin world by Grendx Jumper

I sit here in my old age and feel it is my duty, as the one given the solemn task of being the historian of our world, to put pen to paper and permanently record our history for the future generations.

This world was just a lush green peaceful planet. It had no sentient life on it. Abundant plant life due to a very rich soil. The animal life was the usual divide between the herbivores and carnivores. All the typical insect life. An ideal planet that was one season with a comfortable year-round temperature.

Across other planets in this universe, our goblin race has been exploited as slaves of all sorts. Mostly as expendable physical labor.

Our females were house hold servants with the exception of our most beautiful women. They were sold as love slaves. Used and abused. They were looked on as property. As I said, we were expendable.

After generations, we were now being used for all the tasks. Our species is capable of learning, evolving so to speak. We kept this hidden with the tradition of using a primitive speech pattern in public. The owners saw that we could be taught, trained like a dog to do certain routines.

This turned to them having our race do all the work, from crafting to construction. They thought of an idea then we worked it out.

There was one rule, do not try to escape. Those that tried were strapped to a block and were beheaded while everyone was required to watch. This was our life.

There were variations from world to world but mostly the same. We had no hope.

I described our planet as devoid of sentient life. That is why our saviors picked it. Out of the way in a forgotten part of the universe. There is a race out there we have called “Jumpers”. They would go to the worst of the owners and save us. This is how I was introduced to them.

You see, I was tired of my life. I knew it was futile but I tried to escape and was caught. I had given up. Strapped to that block and the overseer’s arm was raised. The owner was on his balcony laying on his lounge. All that was left was the signal to execute me.

As that owner gave the signal and the blade was coming down, the overseer’s arm was cut off by what looked like a silver whip being wheeled by a young human female then she took the leg of the other overseer.

As that was happening, her male counterpart freed me from my fate as he yelled for us to follow him to freedom. Everyone, down to babes in arms followed him.

Through out the worlds, there were tales of a race that would go to the various planets and free our people then disappear with them. As I say, tales of unattainable hope. That is what I thought until I was a split second from death.

We ran following the male human to a humming portal that they called a ‘jump point’ then we were told to go through. Without any hope here, we trusted them and grabbed at the slim hope presented to us, we went through.

There were others of our race to greet us as we emerged, in an instant, to this world. To say we were stunned would be an understatement.

The vista that was before us was that of well-made homes. We could see happy and healthy members of our own race coming over to us. They knew the signal. In their own words,

“When the world hums, you are needed to greet the new ones and help them.”

We were shown a large bathing area and each were attended to. Seated like an owner, there were people that scrubbed each of us. Then we soaked in a bath. The first time I was ever allowed.

As slaves, other than the house slaves, we did not have but a limited supply of water. You could drink it, cook with it or bathe with it but the quantity was the same. Cooking was roasting over a fire. Very little water was used for washing. Usually the luxury was that, during rain, every bucket, pan and cup was brought out to collect the water. The aroma of soup would permeate the air that night.

Most would scrub themselves and the clothes they had on to get somewhat clean. To sit and soak in water up to your neck, we knew that we had died and gone to heaven.

Our old clothes were taken away and new ones were there for us to choose what we wanted. We were told to make sure that they fit to our comfort. We were not to make due with something too small or too baggy.

Washed and comfortably dressed, we were led away to the center hall where there was a large spread of food. It was just too much for some. They stood there and cried. Some hysterically. Each was comforted and reassured that this was real.

Those were taken hand in hand and shown the spread. The comforter would have an extra large plate for those. They would go to each item and ask if they wanted some. Then how many scoops. The comforter would always take heaping scoops.

Once the plate was full, they would sit by the one and, if necessary, feed that one. Usually after a few bites, the person would realize that it was okay and would ravenously attack that plate. Most would ask if they could have more. They would be told that they could but were cautioned that too much would cause their stomach to reject it.

While we were frantically eating out of fear that it would be taken away, we were all told something that was beyond our comprehension.

“Please be aware that we eat three meals a day. Breakfast, lunch and supper. This is what the Jumper has decreed. You do not need to hoard. Please make sure that the things you have put in your pockets are eaten soon.”

Once we were full, they gave us a tour. There was some concern when they separated us. Men went one way and the women went the other. We men were told to sit down on the grass. Their people explained that we were only temporally separated because this needed to be explained to each sex separately.

The male group spokesman said to us,

“The reason we have separated is that we need to talk about respect for basic rules. First and foremost. Females are not to be assaulted they are to be respected. For most of you this is a given but some of the rescues have been almost feral. Some have been used as sport and were given females as prizes. None of that goes here. If you do there is a place where we hold you until there is humming. When the “Jumper” comes, they have a male planet that you will be taken to, no females. The females are being given the same caution.”

Then he went into the basics of hygiene and respect for all others. He asked if we had skills and what they were. For those who could not read or write, they had to attend classes to learn.

“We, as goblins must learn and better ourselves. The “Jumpers” have picked this planet because it was out of the way but have cautioned us that we need to remain vigilant. There are books from their world that they have given us to teach us how to defend ourselves. You all will learn those books. That is why you need to be able to read.”

The women were being told the same about the defense of this world.

Much to our relief, after the lecture we were reunited with our loved ones. Now we were asked to separate into three groups, families, single males and single females. The families were shown to homes that were vacant and given to them. The singles were brought to large dormitories where we each had our own rooms.

The family’s’ homes were stocked with food and indoors pump water. They would be able to cook their own food. Each home had brick fire cook stoves and fireplaces. The singles were told that meals were in the hall. The strangest thing for any of us was the hand pump toilets, not pits or out the door.

Before we broke into groups, we were to meet again in the morning to give them what our skills were and then we would be placed in that trade. If we did not have a particular skill, we would be assigned to areas for a two week period and then rotate until we found what we are best suited at.

That is how I became a historian. I could read and write. As a slave I would do the book keeping for the master. He would dictate any message and I would write it. Any mistake and I would be beaten. I learned to write as fast as I heard it so the leaders here thought is would be best if I would record everyone’s tales.

I have now been doing this for thirty years. There are files on almost all those who came here. Most of which I recorded myself.

These are my credentials.