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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present tense= internal monologue
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Dawn- An age of Darkness

Tears welled up but I didn't let them slip. We were left there to feel pain and sadness. The angel pointed out our destination and we followed without a word to each other. I didn't have to explain anything to the guys. Alisa did seem to have a lot of questions but no one bothered to explain anything to her.


With grief and despair, we got out of the forest before evening. However, my mind was made up. 


There was still some daylight left but the sun would sink soon and the city was still ways off. Besides, we had to bury Brenda as well. 


Farewell Biteria… please don't turn into the undead…


"Daarc, I think we should stay under the stars tonight and bury her by that pond." Jowy pointed at a supposed pond far away. It was too far away for me to see. 


"No, we should make for the city. I don't want her to stay in these parts where the undead roam." I was being selfish, perhaps too selfish.


I understood what he meant but I didn't like it. 


Who knew dragging a priest out of his house could be so much of a drag?