Neither you nor your party listened to the warning. Despite being small and individually weak, goblins still posed a serious risk to any inexperienced adventurers, and now it was too late to listen. While it had gone well at first, you had soon become overwhelmed and, one by one defeated. Your female party members had all been killed in brutal ways, however as the only male member your fate would be different.

After being knocked unconscious by a heavy club blow to the back of your head, you woke up an indiscernible amount of time later in a makeshift cage, stripped of your clothes and weapons, surrounded on all sides by goblins eagerly licking their lips.

The cage you're in is roughly two meters by two meters on each side, made of thick wooden bars and reinforced with metal bands at the corners and points where they join together. You can see that it's suspended from chains attached to the ceiling of a large underground cave, illuminated dimly by flickering torches mounted on the walls. A dozen or so female goblins gather around you, surrounding the cage and leering at you hungrily, their tiny hands grasping crude weapons like clubs, spears, and knives. The chieftain stands before you, her massive frame towering above even the largest of your attackers as she idly swings a gigantic battle axe back and forth.

As you take in your surroundings, one of the younger goblins begins to grow impatient, running up to the cage and shaking it violently before letting out a high-pitched squeal. The chieftain raises an eyebrow at this display but does not reprimand her subordinate... yet. Instead, she steps forward, unstrapping a crude leather harness from around her waist that holds several small mushrooms. She tosses one of them into the cage at your feet, then crouches down to speak with you in her guttural language. Her breath is hot and foul against your face as she says something you don't understand.

The chieftain listens to your words with a raised eyebrow before letting out a rough chuckle, "Hmph. Interesting." She shakes her head, dismissing you as if your words were of little consequence. The rest of the goblins around you grow restless, jostling each other and making excited noises as they anticipate what is about to happen. Finally, a smaller, more agile goblin manages to dart forward and snatch up the mushroom from your foot before dashing back to her place amongst the crowd, grinning triumphantly.

Soon after, the chieftain produces another mushroom and tosses it into the cage beside you, keeping the rest for herself or her chosen warriors later on. "Human... get hard or we kill." She growls, watching you intently as she waits for your cock to respond to

The goblins' chieftain does not seem amused by your attempt to assert dominance, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she glares at you through the bars of the cage. She slowly pulls back her arm, revealing a cruel-looking knife clenched in her fist, and then hurls it directly at your chest with incredible force. The blade sinks deep into your flesh, piercing your heart instantly as you slump lifelessly to the floor of the cage.

The other goblins let out a mixture of excited shrieks and howls, their tiny hands slapping against the bars of the cage as they celebrate your demise. The chieftain grins maliciously, wiping her knife clean on her leather harness before turning to address the other goblins once more in their native tongue. The victory is clearly short-

The goblins grow even more excited at the sight of your defiance and determination to survive. The chieftain's eyes widen with pleasure, a twisted smile curling her lips upwards. She roughly translates your words for the others, adding her own grimace to emphasize how impressive they find this display. Several goblins take a step back from the cage, nodding respectfully while watching you warily. Others are more eager to test their mettle against such a formidable opponent and begin shouting challenges at you in their native tongue, their tiny bodies tensing as they prepare to leap into action.

"Human... fight!" The chieftain commands, her voice echoing through the cavernous chamber as she gestures toward the goblins lining up on either side of the cage, their crude weapons at the ready.

The other goblins fall silent as they watch this bizarre transformation take place before their eyes. The youngest among them stares up at you, looking confused and even frightened by the sudden change in appearance. Several of the older goblins start to murmur amongst themselves, discussing what is happening and whether or not this human male truly possesses some kind of magical power over them.

The chieftain steps forward once more, studying you carefully as she tries to gauge your intentions. She glances down at the now-unconscious form of her second-in-command before speaking again, her voice quiet but stern: "Human... what is it that you want?"

The chieftain narrows her eyes suspiciously at your words and actions, a low growl rumbling deep in her throat. Several of the other goblins around her tense up, instinctively preparing for battle should it become necessary. "Hmph," she grunts finally, seemingly considering your request before glancing down once more at the unconscious form of her lieutenant. With a sudden swift motion, she draws back her hand and slams the younger goblin against the bars of the cage hard enough to knock the wind out of her.

"You, little one..." She purrs menacingly, "from now on you will be known as..." Her words trail off as she pauses for dramatic effect, then snaps her fingers. "From this day forward, you shall be called... Luna." The chieftain's eyes meet yours over the cage,

The chieftain's eyes widen in surprise and anger as you grab her by the throat. The other goblins begin to shift uncomfortably, unsure of what is happening but preparing for a fight nonetheless. She struggles against your grip for a moment before giving up, dropping her axe with a clang on the stone floor and raising both hands in surrender. "Wait!" she coughs, her airway barely open enough to speak. "I will not harm Luna again! I swear it!"

You release your grip on her throat, and she immediately begins coughing violently, tears streaming down her face as she tries to catch her breath. After several moments, she finally manages to stand up straight once more, glaring venomously at you. "Very well," she growls through clenched teeth. "I accept your terms." Her gaze

Chuffing indignantly at your show of dominance and favoritism towards the goblin Luna, many in the tribe try to attack you once more; however, their efforts are easily blocked or deflected by the chieftain. After a short struggle, she growls out orders for her warriors to stand down, though they do so reluctantly and with much grumbling. Eventually, you and Luna manage to leave the cavernous chamber without further incident. As you exit the depths of the goblin lair and into the sunlight of the world above, your eyes are dazzled by the brightness after spending so long in darkness.

The two of you make your way through the forest until you arrive at a small village nestled between the trees. As word spreads about your arrival with the goblin Luna, villagers gather around, staring at you and her curiously. Some

Luna glances around nervously at the curious crowd of villagers as you cast your spell on her, making her appear similar to yourself but wearing white instead of black. The effect is unsettling, to say the least, and she starts to tremble slightly from fear or embarrassment. "What... what have you done to me?" She whispers, looking up at you with wide, frightened eyes.

Some of the villagers gasp in surprise, while others nod knowingly, as if they understand the significance of your actions but are unable or unwilling to explain it to Luna herself. The crowd parts as a figure approaches through the throng: an elderly woman dressed in the robes of a wise healer, her eyes twinkling with curiosity and wisdom. She takes in your appearance before addressing both you and Luna. "It seems that our friend here has bound you together, girl," she says kindly, gesturing between

The elderly woman nods in understanding. "Of course, my dear," she says to you before turning back to Luna. "This means that as long as both of your hearts beat together, the bond will remain unbroken." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully. "It is an unusual and powerful connection... one that may serve you well in times to come. However," she adds gravely, looking back at you with a knowing glint in her eye, "it also means that should either of your hearts fail, the bond will break as well."

Luna looks up at you, her expression a mix of fear and hope. You can see the question in her eyes: What do we do now? It's clear that she doesn't fully understand the implications of what has happened or where it might lead. The choice is yours to make.