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

"What?" The old man said, visibly confused.


He grinned back. This old guy really was something else. Brend frowned a little but he let us be. 


"It's official. He allowed us to stay on board till they make port in Elicaane town. It's a port town north of Veneheim." The old man puffed his chest and looked mighty proud. I hated that side of him.


"Veneheim?" The name rhymed with Alfeime. 


"It's the entry to elven territory, also known as the sacred forest of old." The old man didn't have his usual grin. He just looked a little desolate.


"I've had enough of forests and their sacredness." I didn't intend to say it out loud but it slipped out anyway. The old man only laughed in response. But it was kind of weird but I had to ask anyway. "How far is the capital from there?"


A sassy dinner