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

I spent the next two days gradually gaining my strength and leeching off the crew. I was a burden and I knew it. My condition was improving but at a very slow pace. I could move around but my wounds weren't actually healing all that well. The old man told me I needed special attention once we made port in Jello something city.


But given the fact that I had a hole in my chest only two weeks ago, it wasn't really all that practical that I'd do any fighting anytime soon. Actually, it did make me wonder though. How the hell did the undead's sword miss its mark? And then there was another question. Did it really miss its mark?


Where the hell did that thing get a sword like that in the first place?


During that evening I thought about the future. I had a lot on my plate. The training, the betrayal, and getting strong enough. A lot.


Forgiveness don’t come cheap