Nr_Yet1208

~In a world where death is everywhere and the gods do nothing, living is hardly a blessing. The dark realm- the gods call this world. 
One day or rather one night, a young man- Daarc Green, finds himself stranded in the middle of a forest. He is hunted by goblins and then the undead. But wasn't he in his room all this time? And why would these things come after his life? Things didn't make sense but he marched deeper into the forest and met a statue of an angel.
Will he survive to tell the tale?~

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present tense= internal monologue
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Dawn- An age of Darkness

Zeline thrust his cleaver at me and I blocked it with mine but my sword snapped in two. My desperate struggle was snuffed in an instant. With one hand grabbed my throat and lifted me up. I couldn't breathe; my throat felt like imploding. I don't know why but fate really wants me to suffer, huh? But Lord Fate, I too have an answer for you.


Both of my hands were free. At first, I tried to free myself but I was unable to do so. I was almost out of breath. My body wasn't listening to me but I kept at it with sheer willpower alone. My sword was lying on the ground in pieces; so, there was only one option left. I brought out the knife and shot it through his neck: he saw it coming but he was too overconfident to dodge. I grinned as the last of my consciousness started to fade.


Decisive battles need a bang