Starter for @babblegumdrops
It was an unspoken rule, in the Enchanted Forest, that certain creatures had certain territories. The sirens had their lake, the fawns had their dancing lawn, and the goblins had their caves. The sirens couldn’t leave the lake, and as long as you were able to ignore their songs, you could spend time around the lake without issues. The fawns happily welcomed anyone who wanted to join them to the dancing lawn. The goblins were another matter. Goblins are known to be possessive and territorial, and the Goblin King especially so.
Not that you remembered any of this, as you made your way around the mouth of the cave. You were searching for a certain plant—a very important plant—and didn’t even notice the signs that this cave was goblin territory. You kept looking. You only just heard the whispers coming from the cave entrance.
“…in a foul mood lately,” one high, scratchy voice said. “Ever since Red—”
“Shut up,” another, lower voice snapped. “You know what he said. Don’t bring that up!”
“Let’s just get this done with and go back down.”
Two goblins stepped out of the cave. Now you knew where you were! They spotted you.
“Trespasser!” the one with the higher voice screeched.
“Invader!” the other goblin shouted.