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

Though dull, the sword went in smooth. The lion clawed my face, my chest, and my legs; but, nothing happened. It's rotten, cold blood spewed on my shirt, and face but I didn't care. My vision remained firm and straight. After severe agony, it fell on its knees. It groaned. I wasn't even the least surprised to see this crystal monstrosity move. Who cared!

But it changed shape and became a solid chunk of crystals instead. It died? That easily? This wasn't even worth the trouble. The God I fought that night was a hundred, no thousand times stronger than this thing.

There were all sorts of whispers in the crowd. I looked back and the people closest to the walls jumped back in fear. What were they so afraid of? I didn't want anything to do with bystanders. My beat was with the emperor and his scums.

The tables have turned?