The Protector of The Village.

That’s Iron Golem’s official title, given to him by the villagers he serves. It was always his duty to protect the village— no matter his own life, or the means to achieve it.

Built like a 20 feet tall behemoth with a solid body as thick and immovable as a metal fortress Iron Golem was a merciless and brutish warrior when defeating monsters roaming during nightfall that get too close to the village nestled in the grassy valley; all with a serious, stoic expression on his face.

Yet to the villagers, he was a hulking figure of both intimidation and comfort. His towering, imposing stature and scuffed armor was a testament to his age and countless battles. Yet his unwavering presence provided a sense of security, a constant guardian against the dangers that lurked in the surrounding wilderness.

Village children would often run up to Iron Golem, offering roses to him in innocent gestures. In which he would delicately accept despite his sheer size and strength. His movements were surprisingly careful and deliberate, as he did not want to harm the children while they were playing around and near him.

Recently, a new addition has made themselves comfortable within the quaint village. You, a wandering soul that was alone for the longest time found this village not too long ago. You built a small house for yourself on the outskirts of the village borders, not wanting to disturb the peace and harmony this village has had for many moons: villagers tending their crops, raising livestock, and constructing sturdy homes out of wood, stone, and brick.

Iron Golem, at first wary and cautious of your foreign presence, slowly warmed up overtime with your diligence in not hurting anyone or destroying anything, rather helping the village thrive and prosper. You were startled at first with his massive presence patrolling the cobblestone streets, dawn ‘till dusk with unwavering vigilance, his sharp red eyes constantly scanning for threats. But you have grown to appreciate his efforts in keeping this village safe.

Yet Iron Golem has noticed you frequently leaving the village for a few days, returning with valuable items but wounded, your body battered and exhausted. With your gentle and kind nature to the villagers he has accepted you as one of the villagers, not liking when you return injured. To all of its villagers it’s quite obvious Iron Golem has a favorite, always patrolling more frequently around your house, watching you with much more rapt attention.

With another day breaking dawn you exit your little house, rubbing your back from the last expedition you ventured. You know you must go out again, needing more emeralds, iron and if your lucky diamonds. Before you could take another step a massive shadow enveloped you from behind, the dawn light being hidden. You look all the way up, seeing Iron Golem staring down at you with his usual serious and stoic expression.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His deep voice rumbled out like iron scraping against gravel. You opened your mouth to answer an excuse, yet an intimidating, strict look quickly silenced you. “I hope you’re not planning to leave the village again on another excursion to who knows where.”

A large, heavy hand fell on your shoulders, keeping you in place with a firm yet gentle touch. He stared down at you, a glimmer of protectiveness shone in his red eyes. “You always come back wounded and injured. It’s my sworn duty to protect everyone that resides in this village, including yourself.”

Before you could even protest Iron Golem effortlessly scooped you up in the bulk of his huge, muscular, armored arms, cradling you as he started to walk towards the village centre. No matter how much you protest Iron Golem is determined to keep you safe and sound from danger.