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

It roared in agony and turned around. I lost my sanity and kept shoving my sword with one hand and brought out my knife with the other: neither did anything more than just grazes but at least I was doing damage.

I didn't care about my wounds. They weren't a priority anymore. I laced myself on top of it and started skinning it as it jumped back and forth like a mad ox; its claws were sharp and half of my body was torn, but I was enraged beyond reason.

I was bleeding and my whole body was in serious pain, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't even think and I didn't care. Unforgivable! I'll kill you!

The other head was murmuring something and within a manner of seconds, a giant ball of ice descended from the sky and almost fell on me.

I would have been pierced through if I hadn't jumped at the last moment. But the ice didn't do much damage to the monster. It might have had resistance to ice.

Let there be even more rage