I’ve always been on the outskirts. Never caring for approval but when you meet someone you sometimes get carried along with how they are...that’s how it started.

An initiation night apparently. A lot of fun they said. Harmless was the word they used.

At first it was tiny things, fun things. Hiding stuff from people who lived nearby. I could do that. They’d find it again eventually anyway.

Then they talked about setting traps... traps? Rocks hidden in the grass to trip people up ... branches precariously balanced that would fall on heads of those walking beneath. I didn’t like that, but I did it, making plans to come back later and make everything okay again.

Then we climbed through the branches to the top of a tall tree. Fly they said. Fly and then you will be one of us. Easy, I thought. Then they tore off my wings and pushed me...that’s the last time I date a goblin...