I'm not a writer, so this sucks. But it's just the idea for this picture, so I figure it's better than nothing.
Long ago, lived a powerful, yet kind and good sorceress. She summoned from the depths of her magic many goblin servants to attend to the duties of the tower where she dwelled. All of these summoned servants were well cared for by their mistress, and in return cared for her and did their duties with pride and joy. One goblin in particular was especially fond of the sorceress. He would spend every spare moment he could in her presence, eager to find something extra he could do for the woman, enthralled with her mysteries and powers. He dared not speak of his feelings to her though, for he was merely a goblin, lowest of the low, and she, a graceful, beautiful human. His heart did not stop hoping deep inside though, and for years he held this close to him, and drove him to be the finest of all her servants.
One day he was attending to his usual duties when a visitor came to the tower, a warrior of great strength. The goblin had never seen this man before. He secretly watched this man with wonder....strong and imposing in presence he was. The goblin servant followed the man until they arrived at the tower's central hall, where the goblins mistress was. He saw the two rush to meet eachother. Like sinking dagger of horror in his heart, he saw the embrace of the two, he saw the kiss, he saw the locket that the man had as a gift to his beloved. The goblin's heart was crushed, while the lady set the locket down on a desk....his hopes gone, while the man and his lady left the room....his life ruined, while he sat there alone.
The goblin picked up the locket from the desk in a stupor of sadness and numb pain. Inside was a picture of the his mistress, beautifully, carefully rendered. He had been a fool to think such thoughts as he had, to hope such hopes. The goblin fled the tower in desperation, in despair, in utter sorrow. He spent his remaining days wandering aimlessly among the forests, among the trees, forever solitary except for the locket that he kept with him.
So, yeah, sorry for inflicting that awful story on you all, and my poor writing too. That aside, this is the 2nd in the series of more emotion-driven pictures. I think I should do some happy ones next before I get too sad myself; these things are draining to do. Please forgive the clouds, I know I always do them that way, but it just fit this time around. I hope.
I need sleep. >_>