Make A Wish? I'm not a child!
Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention my birthday is on Christmas, what a mighty fine birthday to give me, thanks mum. I was 15 today, bit rubbish really. 15? What can you do at 15? Can't drink, can't smoke, can't drive and I certainly can't make my boyfriend speechless with pleasure as I fu... "Come down stairs! I know you're awake." Oh, piss off! I'm English, we said things like that. I wonder if you do in the future? "Coming."
"You know, in one year, you'll be getting a job and planning to move out. Finishing school."
Yeah yeah like I haven't heard this a thousand times,"Yeah." "Are you even listening? You're 16 next year! You can no longer act like a child!" 'You've been telling me to stop acting like a child for 15 years.' is what I'd love to say but instead I nod. "Look. You won't be living here when you turn 16. You'll have 1 week to pack and leave. It's been decided. I'm sorry, love, really." Yeah, yeah. Wait. ONE WEEK? "One week! What is wrong with you? Who decided this? That's so unfair! I'll die! I'll starve!" "You've always been over the top. You'll be fine but you need to start looking for cheap flats, a job. You need to grow up,love." "I'm trying." I walked out of the room that day, but I didn't know that those would be the last words I spoke to my mother, for a very long time.
It's always like that; the shouting I mean. The arguments. Never ending battle between her and I, she wants me to grow up, be the family pride. I want to live in the moment, be a kid, be stupid, rebellious, wear mismatched clothes, wear too much makeup.
"I wish I could relive my childhood, but wishes are dreams and dreams are for children. I'm not a child."
"You could you know." Who was that? That creepy voice. Sounded like... a goblin. Goblins don't exist.
"But we do, ma'am!" Did he just read my mind?
Turning to face the voice I notice that this goblin is not a goblin from the fairy tales, not a goblin I'd recognise, but a tall blueish almost human looking male goblin. The blue body of a warrior but the face of night terrors. There was no way this was real. I'm dreaming, right? Right. Must be dreaming. Goblins do not exist. Tell me they dont exist, "TELL ME..." I blush as I realise I had begun to shout my thoughts outloud.
"Tell you what, ma'am?"
"Goblins aren't real."
"Well we must be r'else I wouldn't be here, ma'am."
"Stop with the ma'am thing, my name's Acacia, it's a truly foul name but it's better than ma'am."
"Miss Acacia, you mentioned earlier that wishes are pretend. They are more real than what is going on right now, and I know you are still disbelieving of me young mistress but you must trust me. I can help you relive the childhood you always wanted."
"With emotions and... being carefree? With bruises and too much make-up?"
"That can be arranged, Miss Acacia. You, however, must pay a price." The catch.
"As to be expected, well what do you want? Money? The blood of 100 virgins? I'm afraid I can't provide the latter, you won't find many of them knocking around 'round here."
"The goblins had been in charge for a long time. Sudden'y we were overthrown by mankind. Non-fantasy men have plagued our monarchy system with taxes and unfairs trials. We were peaceful wish-grantin' folk and yet now with the common man, we 'ave become savages. Forced to kill one another for sport, a blood lust us goblins was' trained to forget now reborn even stronger after being s'pressed for such a long time, Miss Acacia!"
"So, what you're telling me is in exchange for letting me relive a childhood, you want me to overthrow a government?"
"Yes, Miss Acacia."
"I shouldn't accept this. It's far too dangerous, not sensible at all! I could get hurt. What about my responsibilities?"
"That's exactly what an adult would say." and from that sentence alone I knew I had to figure out a way to overthrow a government.
What if your adult responsibilities could be taken away? Would you give anything to be a child again? To be a child, think like a child.