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~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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Dawn- An age of Darkness

"No one knows. If they were easy enough to find, they wouldn't be called mystic, now would they?"


Then how the hell, am I supposed to find them? Ignoring everything I continued to display my ignorance. "That makes sense? What are they, exactly?"


Beatrine picked up. "There are a bunch of legends about them. Some say the three pieces are: a sword, spear, and shield. Some say a bow, armor and sword. Some even say they are: a helmet, shin guards, and sword! Frankly, the legends are all over the place." She got a little excited over the legends. She immediately controlled it and acted all dignified again.


Is it me or the sword shows up in every legend? "I see. So the legends are not that trustworthy," I said.


Maybe she wasn’t so bad, after all?