Chapter 75: Sometimes all I think about

Goglina lived like the goblins of old. She fished and hunted for her meals, gathered for her own bedding, made her own shelter. Never, not once, did she stop moving. Ever to the north, following Orion, the star that shone the brightest in the night sky.

There was something different in the air and the water. They were both clearer, so was her mind. She had not taken her medication ever since she left the Still Pond Dungeon, and it had been bad, the first couple of days.

The voice, which had been a whisper at the start, had begun to scream at her, as the loneliness had taken over her life. She had gritted her teeth and bore it. For, yelling back would have given her position away and gotten her captured.

Now, once the water had become better, the voice had quieted down. She had not heard of it in days. For which she was grateful. Had she reached a breaking point, after which she no longer had to be tortured by her own mind? What did that say about her?