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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Dawn- An age of Darkness

We went out. My body didn't want to move but we had no choice. The pace was slow and the stairs were like a death sentence. But at least I was being useful in my own eyes. The town didn't look as busy as the day I came. There was still a faint smell of blood and rot in the area. It made tears well up in my eyes thinking all of that might have been my fault for being here. But according to those demons this time it wasn't my fault. So I had at least some consolation. However the dead won't come back and since part of it was my fault, I just couldn't rest easy.


"What happened to the people of the slums?"


"They were all… gone." Gorgan's voice stuttered for a second.


"I see." I already knew it was something like that. The three siblings had died right in front of me. The rest weren't so lucky either


Zeorando and the fancy steam engine