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?~

CH size 1.2k~1.9 (depends on context) 
present tense= internal monologue
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Dawn- An age of Darkness

"Shove it, grandpa! I don't want to hear that from you!" 


"I don't actually get this…." Brenda said, raising her hand.


She was quiet and sad but finally spoke up.


 "He's my grandfather… Well, at least I call him that," Dileans said.


Suppose I'll pretend not to be too surprised…                                                 


Dileans looked like an adult who barely turned 30 but I was still confused at him calling the old man grandpa. Clearly old man Bonkarin didn't really look much older than fifty.


I pretended not to be too surprised. But I was still kind of jealous. "I see. I didn't know…" 


"Anyway, see you tomorrow." Dileans gave me a chuckle and went for the door. Looks like he wasn't going to pay for his drinks. And no one stopped him either. 


Dileans had left and now there were only five of us. Jowy, meanwhile was quietly enjoying his drink.  


What is this, a party for drunks? Oh wait-