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

We didn't want to waste time. Now that I'd met him, I needed to get him to somewhere private, to know why he did that. And why he apologized before shoving me down. However, with the king in the picture things didn't look too hot for us. More like for me. I still didn't know what the geezer was about to pull, so my heart was doing its duty: the duty of freaking out.

I kept my motives and uneasiness hidden. I pretended like I fell from the boat. Besides, no one would have believed me anyway. And it was too late for revenge; all I wanted were some answers.

But I sure wanted revenge, there was no doubt about that.

The palace was genuinely beautiful. Almost everything was made from crystals from the walls to the furniture but all of them weren't see-through. The most frequent color was deep blue. Most of the walls weren't seamless: there were various patterns and designs. If my eyes didn't lie then I'd say the palace was at least ten stories high.

Is it me or are there too many Jowys?